Last night Eddie Izzard cracked HIMSELF up while doing a new version of the spider routine. It can be hard to tell with someone working at the level he is, but I don't think it was a planned thing. He was running his mouth, this new element of the spider bit spins out, he starts to laugh, we're howling, he stops, covers his face with one hand, hangs his head, giggles and turns pink at the ears.** We laugh more. Based on that, I think that new section was completely spontaneous/off the top of head. He should write it down!
Star Trek and Aliens were referenced in other bits, and this time out so was Dune! That was in a riff about transvestites and transgendered gathering for a meeting. What was weird was I was sitting next to a woman reading one of the post-death Dune books.
Also, it turns out laughing for 1.5 hours is a good way to recover from a 12-hour hangover. Good to know.
Anywho, the post about the baseball academy in Compton that's supposed to be here today has been pushed back because Didi is still going over it. So next week sometime for sure. Perfect excuse to set up the second new category. The way Typepad works is to set up a new category you have to make a post. You can't just plug in a new tag and let it sit behind the scenes until you're ready to use it.
You think I'm kidding with how much Cuddle Kitty gets in the way? Here's a picture from back when I was working on El Homo's shaub.
WHY he plants himself right up on Fredi's extender is beyond me. I shove him over, he scoots back. I pick him up, throw him across the room onto the couch, he runs back over. It's weird. Sometimes I can get him to sit on the other side of Fredi, where he would be only slightly in the way, but not always. TWICE his tail has gotten stitched, and STILL he insists on not getting the hell out of my way.
** It's so funny when paler-skinned people do that. I was at an event in Pasadena on Wednesday night, and when this one guy asked a question his ENTIRE upper body turned red. You could see the line of pink rising to his hairline, like a thermometer. It was a hoot. I know it's not something they can control, but it's still funny.