So doesn't it just figure that I get my picture taken with comedian George Wallace and my bra strap is showing and my hair is flatter than usual and my arm looks fat and I have a weird look on my face?
At least my eyes are open. I seem to have a sixth sense to close my eyes just when the camera clicks.
This pic was taken at the same event; there was a balloon comic demonstrating his artistry. He threw a million of these off the stage. You'll appreciate it only if you saw the video I linked to in Saturday's post. Sigh... I am so not right. But at least I look thin.
I haven't done an open mic in ages, but decided to check out a new stage last Sunday night. The minute I finished, a black comic I'd never met darted over and asked if I could do a set on his stage in May. Hell, yeah! Black people love me.
What else... Oh, I saw a movie I really liked--Jeff, Who Lives at Home. I love small, independent films; they're quiet and more real. Jason Segal is a doll. He was also in I Love You, Man and Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I hope he doesn't get too overexposed; I don't know about you, but I've had all the Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill I can take. They're both talented (and Seth Rogen is Canadian, in case you didn't know) (I love Canadians), but enough is enough.
Last night we had family movie night with the kids (yeah, I wrote that in the same post as the picture above). We watched one of Mike's favorite movies, August Rush. HATED IT! Really, I'm supposed to believe that? Just more fuel for Mike's belief that I'm cold and heartless--I laughed at the corniness of his all-time favorite movie, It's a Wonderful Life, which he made me watch with him a couple of Christmases ago. I can't help it; I didn't think it was all that.
I admit, the window is open just a crack when it comes to things I like. That goes for music, movies, food, TV shows, books... If someone says, "Linda, do you like... ?" I can pretty much guarantee the answer is "no." Especially if the rest of the world seems to love it. Guacamole, Star Wars, American Idol... I liked that famous song by Adele, but I wouldn't listen to the rest of the album again. I read one Nicholas Sparks book and thought it was drek. I'm a pain in the ass.
Sometimes I feel like a female Larry David. That's a good thing. Yeah, I'm your Caucasian. (You have to be a Curb fan to get that.)
Have a great day!