On Saturday I'm leaving for a week in Portland, OR. I'll be visiting my sister & my other sister in NJ is coming too. Fun With Siblings! So I'll be off for a while, again. I'm going to try real hard to clear my list before I leave, but I fully expect certain of you bastards to over-fill it while I'm gone.
My weekend was pretty active. Mostly Sunday: I tried to get some Glamour Shots taken in the mall because the sign said there was a sale- a $30 session was on sale for $7. But it was a bait & switch tactic- the $7 only covered hair, make-up & wardrobe. It did not cover the photography session or the pictures/prints. This was not explained on the sign. Also, the girl I first approached did not explain it to me, either. When I told her I wanted some pictures taken, she just looked at me, backed away, and looked sheepishly at her buff tough-guy manager. She didn't say a word. I wonder why she was so flustered? The manager dude told me that sessions run from $45 to in excess of $300. I told him that the sign is very misleading and that it should be accompanied by a better explination of the sale. I think he was just trying to talk me out of the session. Especially after I told him I wanted something simple & conservative- me in a leather jacket, head tilted, holding a rose. You know, classic Glamour Shots.
As I left the mall & pulled out onto the highway, I saw my friend Kevin drive past. This was an amazing feat of timing because Kevin had been in Virginia all weekend and was just now on his way back home. Luckily, my friend Andy was in the car with me. And even though the 2 fellows don't know each other very well, Andy was willing to moon Kevin as I sped past him at 80 miles per hour. Because everyone loves pressed ham at 80 mph.
Then I went to see Pirates 2: Electric Boogaloo. It is long. The entire movie is just a set-up for the 3rd movie. It's a mindless popcorn flick. It's fun & funny at times, sure. But you miss nothing by waiting to rent it. They just want your monies. Also: Keira Knightly's character is a smelly pirate hooker.
Then I went to see The Flaming Lips. They were playing a free show in Philly, so how could I miss that? Earlier in the day, De La Soul and Bob Mould (the dude from Husker Du and Sugar) also played. But white indie kids don't know what to do at a hip-hop show, and Bob Mould hasn't made a good song in 10 years, so I went late and arrived just in time for the Flaming Lips to take the stage.
Ho-Lee-Crap. Have you ever seen an explosion of joy? Here it was. Complete with folks dressed as Santa Clause, sexy gals dressed as Sexxy Aliens, gigantic white balloons bouncing in the audience (ranging from 2 feet wide to 6 feet wide), huge-ass confetti cannons, big purple smoke machines, and a 20-foot video screen projecting visions of awesomeness and half-naked ladies. I swear to you, The Flaming Lips is a band you must see live. Sensory Overload doesn't even begin to describe it. Plus- they do great cover songs. The 2nd song in, they played Bohemian Rhapsody. They closed the set with War Pigs. FUCKING WAR PIGS!!! That is some good shit right there, my friends. This show will make you happy. And happy is good.
Now, I'm off to read up on all of your wacky fantastic lives! I sure do hope the picture thing gets fixed! I sure do hope 40 fucking Alsace journals is going to be worth it!