The weekend's crazy adventures
Woo, so crazy. I mean, not really.
Friday night was a one-two birthday combo, with Liz's party at the Psychic Bunny offices downtown and then Meredith's birthday at some BH hotel. Ah, poor Meredith was so drunk. Afterwards Laurel, Paul and I joined Asa and Alan at the Hollywood House where Paul did terrifying and hilarious things involving a creepy long-nosed mask. That's really about as well as I can describe it.
Saturday was Corinne's BBQ for her graduation/birthday. Woo! Go Corinne! We played Apples to Apples which involved the usual amount of yelling and bullshit. I love and hate that game in equal measure. Anyway, it was a really good time.
That night we gathered over at Frank's place to work on our next Atrox short focusing on The DaVinci Code. Some really funny stuff came out of it, but I was partial to the trailer tagline we came up with that went a little something like... (to be said like that guy in all the trailers) "A mystery... 20 minutes in the making. A puzzle... that takes an entire evening to solve." Remember, kids, the DaVinci code doesn't really have much to do with DaVinci.
Sunday I saw Art School Confidential with Lindsay, which was okay save for the completely derailing serial killer plot. I mean, what the hell? Did Joel Silver produce this? Why is there a serial killer? Ugh.
That night I headed over to Frank and Matt's place to watch Matt's new episode of American Dad. It was funny as always, but I think my favorite bit was Hailey's battle with cancer. Like "How can we sideline Hailey for this entire year? Oooh, let's give her cancer!" That was the shit. Also, Bruce Boxleitner. Sold.
Friday night was a one-two birthday combo, with Liz's party at the Psychic Bunny offices downtown and then Meredith's birthday at some BH hotel. Ah, poor Meredith was so drunk. Afterwards Laurel, Paul and I joined Asa and Alan at the Hollywood House where Paul did terrifying and hilarious things involving a creepy long-nosed mask. That's really about as well as I can describe it.
Saturday was Corinne's BBQ for her graduation/birthday. Woo! Go Corinne! We played Apples to Apples which involved the usual amount of yelling and bullshit. I love and hate that game in equal measure. Anyway, it was a really good time.
That night we gathered over at Frank's place to work on our next Atrox short focusing on The DaVinci Code. Some really funny stuff came out of it, but I was partial to the trailer tagline we came up with that went a little something like... (to be said like that guy in all the trailers) "A mystery... 20 minutes in the making. A puzzle... that takes an entire evening to solve." Remember, kids, the DaVinci code doesn't really have much to do with DaVinci.
Sunday I saw Art School Confidential with Lindsay, which was okay save for the completely derailing serial killer plot. I mean, what the hell? Did Joel Silver produce this? Why is there a serial killer? Ugh.
That night I headed over to Frank and Matt's place to watch Matt's new episode of American Dad. It was funny as always, but I think my favorite bit was Hailey's battle with cancer. Like "How can we sideline Hailey for this entire year? Oooh, let's give her cancer!" That was the shit. Also, Bruce Boxleitner. Sold.
posted by Jeff at 11:04 AM
4 Comments:
That totally tacked-on murder plot wasn't the only problem with Art School Confidential for me .. it just all seemed to be way too cynical to be either funny or terribly entertaining.
Um, I have to say that the first 30 minutes of Art School Confidential is EXACTLY what art school is like. I am not exaggerating. At all. I think they snuck into my university and secretly researched this movie IN MY CLASSES, with all the ridiculous DOUCHES that went there. (except me, of course).
They should've just made the entire film about making fun of art school, and just forgotten the actual plot bullshit. Art school was fun and all, don't get me wrong, and my Bachelor of Fine Arts has taken me a long way, BUT the Syracuse University College of Visual and Performing Arts it is still 90% total bullshit.
also, I must give Jeff credit for introducing me to the word Douche. Because I never said that word before I met you Jeff.
And now you say it all the time!
For the record, your B.F.A. has taken you way farther than my Bachelor of Sciences degree. I have yet to obtain a job that requires more than a high school education. And as far as the sciences are concerned, I understand, like, two percent of quantum theory.
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