Has anybody seen my tambourine?

Happy Halloween, jerks.

It Doesn't Get Comfortable

Remember Liquid Television?









Enjoy.

Chaos is the soil in which truth grows.

I stumbled across this film recently. I really enjoyed it, and I hope you do too.

There's always room for hooves and coagulates

We had a thing at the apartment, people came and brought goodies in the form of gourmet Jell-O shots. If you were there, we hope you had as much fun as we did. Otherwise, hope these pictures do some justice. There were probably 500-700 (estimate) shits there. We did alright for ourselves, methinks. Check out the pictures below.


Clockwise, from top left: Becky's Lychee Martini, Callie's Caprese Cups, Becky's Mandarin Mimosas


Becky's Mandarin Mimosa's


Katie's Baby Guinnesses (delicious)


Callie's Aztec Vanilla (Goldschagler and vanilla) and my Neato Mojitos


The Awful Surprise (cookies and something?)


Becky's Lycheetinis


Andy's Dirty Martini (a little scary)


Callie's Appletinis


The Bloody Buddies


My Green Tea Virgin Blocks


Juan's Key Lime Pie (these were amazing) Becky's Sticky Rice and Mango Spoons (mmmm!)


Kathleen's Grapefruit Margaritas (left), Andy's Bowl o' Kamikazes (dangerous!)


The danger bowl again, Moxley's Margaritas


Becky, Joe, Andy, April - The good times have only begun.


Lovely ladies, Katie, Mary, Colette


Heather's "Blue Stuff"


Clare, Mary, Colette


Hangin' around.


Noah and Callie chat candidly.










Moxley cheeses it up.






DO NOT WANT!




Get down girl, go'head get down.














I disapprove of something publicly.


Remi says "power to the people."




Kit got salad shot. He was nowhere to be found this morning.

America, THIS is YOUR FAULT!

Right now, this person Monchichi creature not only has her own show on MTV, but there are idiots who are trying to win a chance to be with her romantically. Tila Tequila earned her fame on MySpace, apparently, which catapulted her into a singing and "modeling" career, and now this show. "A Shot at Love" pits the dumbest dudes on earth against the nastiest wannabe lesbians alive to compete for the affection of a growed up crack baby (who is bisexual).

Now, this might be the reality show that breaks the camel's back. It also might be another sign of the apocalypse, if you're keeping score. The problem isn't the bisexual "twist" of course, but the lengths at which morons will go to be on television and how the idea of fame is actually portrayed. The guys are meat head douchebags, and the ladies are a bunch of skanky strippers. In a way, I'm glad they have each found their niche, and they aren't a part of my life directly. I can easily hate them from afar. Somehow, I imagine that this show and others like it are responsible for setting our expectations of what it takes in this word to "make it"-- which for some can be very disillusioning and unfortunate, but for others it can be the very ray of sunshine that allows them to know there is a reason to go on. I love it.

The Kitchen Door Left Open / All the Plastic Tools Went Missing

Convergences are awesome. Look for any I find on here.

You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies / They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes

Whew. It's been a while since I've posted, but man, I have been a busy dude. Cajones went to Atlanta for the Black Box Improv Festival last weekend, and this most recent weekend was 24-Live, so its been real improv-y lately. Here is a quick recap of Atlanta:

Zach and I arrived late afternoon on Saturday, and relaxed after our 6 hour road trip. Zach crashed for a while, but I wanted to get out and walk around. The picture you see above is one of the only ones I took of anything in the city, but I guess there wasn't that much I deemed photo-worthy. Oh well. It's a sculpture, you know.

We met up with the very wonderful Asaf R. and Jill B. for dinner at a place called Luckie that had no idea what it was supposed to be. (They had football on the flatscreens, blinking lights, and a general store. The waiters dressed like cops, and ours tried to sell me a car.) Tha sinks were cool, though.



We went to the theater and caught some great shows, including Jill's Drum Machine which was a great one woman musical, and it was very hilarious. Also, Josh and Tamra, of puppet-prov fame, put on a fantastic show that I guarantee is awesome every time. Here's a pic of the stand out character, Baby Jessica. She is retarded.



The headliner was 3 For All, who put on one of the best shows I've ever seen. It was nothing short of amazing. Afterwards, we went to a fratty theater party. (It's funny how those things end up being contradictory, but ultimately very similar. Hm.) I tried to get drunk, to no avail, so we left to go eat some time around 3. This is Jill after the party.



We went to eat at a place called the "shitty Cafe" from now on, because they were out of everything from jalepeno poppers to waffles to milkshakes to good food. I got chicken fingas and fries because I am so sure that they could not screw THAT up. According to our waitress, the restaurant was suffering from "frugal management." Here she is with Asaf, right before she told him he looked like "that dude from Mrs. Doubtfire" (aka Harvey Firestein-- you be the judge!).



The next day, Zach had a workshop so I went to the aquarium (instead of the coke museum, though I was very tempted to go in just to taste the cokes from around the world). Here are some of the photos from the aquarium.


These are pirranahs, which apparently don't "eat people." I am saying that's bullshit!


These are some giant Japanese Spider Crabs. Reminds me of my freshman year of college. (Whhhhoooo--oooaaaahhhh!)


This is a friendly looking Beluga Whale, who would probably fuck your sister if he had the chance.


This is a giant Grouper, who is also known as the "Douchebag of the Sea."


Tragically, I fell into one of the tanks. Here I am at the bottom, clinging to my last breath.


Luckily, this whale shark saved me. Apparently, they can grow to be about 60-feet long, but that's like seeing a 7-foot-tall guy. Not common, but it happens. Their throats are an inch around, but if they ram you, its like getting hit by a truck. Underwater.


Here is the same tank from the outside. It's the biggest tank in the world, and the glass is 2 feet thick. For perspective, those people are all 7-feet tall.


This is a jelly. Not a jellyfish. Since its not a fish. The Atlanta aquarium is all about dispelling vicious rumors about the undersea kingdom.


This is a stringray that I fingered lightly on its back.


These two horseshoe crabs had some sex in the touch tank. Children watched and cheered them on.


This Sea Turtle was also rooting them on.


These little eels buried themselves in the ground and were pretty transfixed with something to our left. I think Kid Nation was on.


Another Jelly. This one was Boysenberry.


All the kids saw these fish and started yelling "Dory! Dory!" Somewhere, Ellen Degeneres was scissoring Portia DeRossi on a pile of money.

Later, we went to the Center for Puppetry Arts where they had this great Q&A with the Henson people, and they had some great puppets on display. Here is Dr. Teeth.




Zach and I had our picture made with Ernie and Bert.

Later, we got some great food and a nice chat. One of the better man-dates I've been on. We had our show and it went pretty well. I'd give it a solid B. Hung out at a wanna-be dive bar in a strip mall, and later at a very hip bar in Decatur. Atlanta was much fun, and the trip back was virtually painless.

Will update soon about 24-Live and other musings...