Archive for September, 2005

Last night we went to the Main Pub in Manchester to check out their comedy show. Big Dave was performing that night. In spite of that, we decided to go anyway.

Karen, enjoying herself. She wouldn’t let me heckle.

Dave, getting ready for his act.

Here’s a quick review of the 8 comics we saw that night (I may have that number wrong).

The Host: sucked. Story telling is just not funny, especially when the punchline is weak. Keep it snappy.

Comic 1: Some old guy. An auditor. He was just AWFUL. Like I just wanted to leave. He said maybe one funny thing, about how his fist isn’t big enough for his wife, or something, I think I missed the point of what he was talking about. Doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but I really enjoyed that. The rest STUNK.

Comic 2: Big Dave. Killed.

No, this isn’t a clan rally, this is dave on stage. The flag in the background cinches it.

He could go a lot dirtier for my tastes. He needs to lose his notebook. Excellent stage presence. I think someday he is going to be VERY good at this. And when he does? I get half. I’d plug his website but I don’t want to go to prison.

Comic 3: Some skinny white guy. Very funny. Good performance.

Comic 4: Some fat obnoxious chick. She was pretty annoying, and rambled a lot. She had one or two good zingers, got flustered easy by hecklers. I didn’t like her that much, but there is definitely something there. Did the usual “yeah I’m a fat chick” jokes. Stupid.

Comic 5: Older white guy. This guy was TERRIBLE. Like I was in the front row, and I felt like I had to force a smile so that he wouldn’t target me. I kept thinking about how much more fun it would be to just sit in the bathroom until he finished. I wanted to bite his face.

Comic 6: Another skinny white guy. He totally killed. His material was quick, witty, and put together really well. He was the best one of the night (sorry Dave).

Comic 7: Lesbian chick. Yeah. I get it. You’re a lesbian. Great.
crickets crickets
You’re a comic, but you get pissed off with gay jokes. Wow.

So 4 really bad ones, maybe one average one, and 3 really good ones. The show definitely beat my expectations, and I look forward to going back in a few weeks.

Some pics from the Durham Fair:

I’m not even sure what this is, but it is the cutest possible thing in existence.

Piggies, packed into a pig pile.

LOTS of piggies. This was a good year for piggies.

This foul tempered creature is known for spitting partially digested stomach contents when it is agitated or angry. Also note the Llama on the right.

Taking a break from shopping.

Last night my fax/copier/printer/scanner mega-combo thing COMPLETELY DIED on me (Brother MFC something something).. Total hardware failure (printer head). Some quick internet research led me to the following conclusions:

1) Lots of people with this printer have had this problem
2) It is a pain to get it fixed.
3) It is even more of a pain to get it fixed without you having to pay for it.
4) Even if you DO get it fixed, it doesn’t fix the underlying problem, it just buys you a few more months until it breaks again.
5) Brother stinks

So with plenty of piss and vinegar in my veins, and armed with the latest consumer reports, I marched down to best buy and bought the mothership of all printers… The Samsung CLP510.

Duplexing, full color laser, and let me tell you, this thing is freakin’ ENORMOUS, weighing in at a svelt 80 pounds. It takes up like my entire basement, and draws current like decepticons filling energon cubes. But I like it! The output is stunning.

And this toner gobbling whore only set me back 300 clams.

Congrats to Mendez, for completing his training and becoming an airline stewardess pilot.

Walking the dog this morning, I saw this:

I ran over to their launch site, and saw this:

Another balloon, getting ready for takeoff.

When I got home, I found out that they flew right over our house. Didn’t get home in time to get pictures of the flyby.

The people at work are talking about the latest hurricane in the Gulf, and how it’s so powerful that it is now a Category 6 storm. Category 6. That’s just amazing.

In related news, Spinal Tap has apparently taken over the Saffir-Simpson Hurricane Scale.

I found this while I was walking the dog this morning.

This picture doesn’t even do it justice, this thing was freakin enormous, with the biggest web I’ve ever seen, and I almost walked right into it.

Some original artwork, by Walde. Drawn entirely in Microsoft Instant Messenger.

I call it “Jesus Vs Tank”.

My money’s on Jesus.

I guess this is pretty common, but the other day I discovered how to plug two monitors into my computer at work, at the same time, both displaying the same desktop.

I really like this setup. The one on the left is for regular code, the one on the right is for Textpad (sql and database stuff). I don’t think I can ever go back.

The little box in the middle is XM Radio.

Coco, getting a much needed belly rub

Sangi and Zoey, playing at the park. They both went swimming, and got incredibly muddy.

Labor day weekend, at the Haddam Neck Fair.

Karen riding the mechanical bull. Karen did a fantastic job. Until the guy actually turned it on.

I didn’t want to ride the bull. I made up some excuse, but I just couldn’t put that stupid helmet on my head (I doubt it would have fit)