So once again I'd like to thank everyone who ponied up a little bit of scratch for the O'Neil Survival Fund (and especially that one guy who ponied up more than a little - you know who you are!) But we're not out of the woods yet, so if you enjoy the free content I provide here, think about putting a fee sheckles into the cup. I know content has been a bit scattershot lately, but that's just a function of the fact that literally everything in our lives is up in the air right now - we don't even know where we'll be living this time next month! Uncertainty is just a killer. But every time someone cares enough to contribute to this blog, it makes us feel that much better to think that someone, somewhere is pulling for us.
Now, all I need is a literary agent and a paying gig and life would be just about perfect. If you can help out with either of those, well, you know the address.
Big day in terms of new and fun articles. Of special interest to the comics crowd is my obituary for Christopher Reeve, courtesy of Popmatters. Its a pretty nice piece but, honestly, writing a good obituary is almost impossible to screw up. As long as you don't start ranting about necrophilia or something, you should be OK.
I'm a lot more proud of this piece on the new Green Day album. I was quite surprised with how good this one was... I figured I'd be writing a rave review of the new Green Day about the same time I was booking a rocket trip to the moon, if you catch my drift. But, there you have it.
Last night's gig at the Common Ground in Allston (just outside of Boston) was... interesting. They were broadcasting the Boston/NY game previous to when Anne was set to start. So... as you can imagine, based on how much of a wash the game was, it was an interesting night. After the Sox got creamed (and really, they got creamed), the crowd wasn't very interested in dancing. There were a couple of surly, drunken Sox fans who even made menacing gestures towards Anne when she started performing, because they turned the sound off of the game around the eighth inning. Sheer masochism - do they like sitting around and cutting themselves with razor blades, too? I don't take kindly to people who want to throw beer bottles at my wife.
But it wasn't all bad. It was very quiet after the game crowd filtered out, because even though there was a slight influx of people later on in the night, it was still very subdued. Anne met a couple of people who were really digging her, though, which is always satisfying. This one guy was really appreciative, btu he was also very gay, so I didn't feel too threatened.
I just have one more question. Say you're a New York fan and your team is playing Boston in a heated playoff game. Why would you go to a crowded bar/club that you knew would be packed full of inebriated Sox fans? Do you have a death wish, or what? They left around the sixth inning, however, leaving very quietly. The hundred-and-fifty or so inebriated and violent Sox fans stopped being amused by the eight Yankee fans' joyous outbursts when the score got to 18-9. It would have been a fight if they hadn't known when to quit - those same mooks who wanted to pummel my wife would have seen to that.
(Number 3 in an ongoing Series)
Kory the Kiss Army Kangaroo
“It's cold gin time again,
You know it's the only thing that keeps us together,
Besides eating a bowlful of these delicious Berry Bunches of Oats!”
Apparently Kiss wasn’t a very recognizable license for the under-five set.
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