The good thing about the long weekend and the desire to lie on the couch and mope is that I got caught up on a lot of pictures.
First is the exiting day that M. got his free TV from out of his office. It was a great thing, a momentous ocassion and a thing to behold — A 47-inch technological marvel that was M.’s reward for kicking ass in his place of work and winning a quota contest.
Here’s some hanging out in Alameda beforehand and the ritual getting and uncrating with the help of our friends Bob and Nancy. (A propos nothing, whenever we get together with them I feel so completely Californian. The statistics in Boston just didn’t favor the likelihood of our hanging with another couple of people rocking the Chinese-American hook up.)
(The TV is sadly becoming a bit of a Stephen King third character of evil around our apartment. Fuck Comcast and their shitty signal and shittier cable fixer guys who are meant to fix their suck signal. The TV mocks us and channels an angy demon within M. that I fear and loathe.)
Also, I took a million and a half, approximately, photos whilst in bonnie Scotland. Here they all are, minus the pics of the Naked Comedy Showcase, because believe it or not I have a wee bit of restraint.
Scotland Day 1 (And a long fucking day it was. I got off the plane after a cumulative 15 hours in the air to meet up with my old friends, troll a mall, buy pants, eat a variety of things, catch comedy shows and dazedly perform a set.)
The next day. (Feeling a bit better after some sleep, I got to see the city crazy packed with tourists and perfomers for the fest. And, I saw more comedy, including catching some late night action with Reggie Watts. Somewhere in the same day, I saw The Trachtenburg Family Slide Show Players, alas no pics just memories.)
And then some more days and ancient sites and some more time after that.
Somewhere in among the days spent at the Fringe Festival, I got to see doktor cocacolamcdonalds. Awesome. Especially this picture.
