Gideon Evans, Faith Salie, me, Brian Donovan
So I’m still playing catch-up here and in terms of games, catch-up is not at all as fun as Noodles.
Last week I was part of a live show called News Distillery at the 92Y Tribeca which I believe Dustin and I talked about on the show last week because you WANT to say 92STREET Y Tribeca but that’s just wrong. Despite the cumbersome nomenclature issues I still got there in time and knocked it out of the park. I mean, I really hit a home run with that one. I mean, I shot and then I scored. Not to brag, but I really got a hole in one. Also…
Wow, my knowledge of sports is sorely lacking because I just sat here staring at the screen trying to come up with more things to say and I fell asleep. Bullseye!
Anyway the show, which was hosted by Faith Salie and featured me and the people in the above photo is sort of like an improv show but using news and current events stories. Before the event I read a 72 page packet of news stories and I’m pretty sure I sneezed and some information about Dubai fell out. In other news, I spoke at length from the stage about The Bachelor and though about three-fourths of the audience hadn’t seen the show I’m told that may have been my finest moment. Not just at that show but ever, in all my years on this earth.
Not really, just at that show.
In other news I have these patches of dry skin on my thumbs and they’re kind of uncomfortable and I need to take a shower and wash my hair which will just exacerbate the problem. It’s a wonder I get out of bed in the morning.
Some of the games were Six Degrees, wherein you must connect two disparate news stories using six headlines, and news haiku, where you write a haiku about a recent story. This was my haiku. My WINNING haiku:
Oh Olympics, You
So cold, fast, racy. But I
Watch The Bachelor
There’s probably some kind of rule about puncutation in a haiku. Also in AN haiku, but mine was read aloud, not written, so just stop ok. Just stop it right there.
All in all it was super fun and I’m glad I got to be a part of it.
:::If you’re going to F up the punctuation, I say go all the way::::
Oh Olympics… you
So cold.. fast.. racy… But I
Watch the Bachelor….
You know I feel bad for all the little neuroses you talk about (I’m not going to go so far to say you have) yet I still laugh at them. Your hair, your thumbs your failure to accept a compliment graciously. You are like the kinder gentler female Woody Allen. Keep up the good work, and be happy some of the time. ;o)
That sounds like it was a lot of fun! And I’m sure it was more fun than I had that night which, I seem to recall, involved unclogging a bathtub drain.
And reading about it inspired me to write a haiku in which I channel Alison:
Blah, blah, blah The Bachelor, blah blah, blah The Bachelor, blah, blah, blah The Bachelor.
Yes, I know it doesn’t follow the 5-7-5 rule, but I tend to think of that rule as more of a giudeline — a guideline which I choose not to follow. Still took a lot of effort, people!
:::If you're going to F up the punctuation, I say go all the way::::
Oh Olympics… you
So cold.. fast.. racy… But I
Watch the Bachelor….
You know I feel bad for all the little neuroses you talk about (I'm not going to go so far to say you have) yet I still laugh at them. Your hair, your thumbs your failure to accept a compliment graciously. You are like the kinder gentler female Woody Allen. Keep up the good work, and be happy some of the time. ;o)
That sounds like it was a lot of fun! And I'm sure it was more fun than I had that night which, I seem to recall, involved unclogging a bathtub drain.
And reading about it inspired me to write a haiku in which I channel Alison:
Blah, blah, blah The Bachelor, blah blah, blah The Bachelor, blah, blah, blah The Bachelor.
Yes, I know it doesn't follow the 5-7-5 rule, but I tend to think of that rule as more of a giudeline — a guideline which I choose not to follow. Still took a lot of effort, people!
I was in Vegas!
But now I’m reading your blog.
The Bachelor sucks.
I was in Vegas!
But now I'm reading your blog.
The Bachelor sucks.