Pretty good weekend, essentially starting with the Thursday night
show. I’m still fairly pleased overall (even after repeated viewings
of my video) with my contribution to the show.

M. and I are both now sporting new stylish hairdos. We are a damn
fine couple, stylish ‘do-wise. Seriously, I would envy us if I were
living outside of myself. (Whilst living inside myself, on the other
hand, there is a bit of self-loathing to balance the theoretical
envy.)

Here’s a random observation from spending Thursday night in SF’s
Tenderloin, a hotbed of drugs, hookers, homeless and all around ghetto
living. I saw an apparently homeless chick with a few bags, some
hygiene issues and big parachute-y cargo pants with many zippers and
pockets. She was jamming a rather large, brightly colored dildo,
quite possibly of the vibrating variety, into one of the giant pants
pockets and zipping it up.

Jesus Christ, seriously, if I become homeless, I’m letting the old
vibrator go. On the wordly possession scale, I’d get buddhist on that
gadget and prepare to go manual. (Although, I’m pretty Howard-Hughes
squeamish on keeping some shit clean, so yeah, might not even use my
street-begrimed hands.)

I’d want food more than batteries, and it would be tough to plug in
rechargeables.

Completely unrelatedly, unless you factor in grossness, we saw the
flick "The Aristocrats" this weekend. Interesting documentary that I
think showcased how individual style works in comedy. (For the
uninitiated, it essentially deconstructs an ancient dirty joke that is
retold by comics to each other in the spirit of one-up-manship in
being the most disgusting.)

I was gratified by seeing two different couples walk out. (It amazes
me when people walk out of any movie, but especially one that has
gotten buzz for being offensive. How do folks end up in a theater
without knowing anything about what they are about to see?)

(My favorite of the walking out couples were the pair directly behind
us. At one point, I laughed out loud at the same time she was audibly
groaning.)

Since my uncle who lost a leg to diabetes once told me I should write
some amputee jokes, I think if I were to tell the Aristocrats joke, I
would throw something tasteless in about his artificial limb. He
would be quite disappointed in me for my foulness, as I am his niece,
but otherwise might be amused.