Live From Hoth
Turns out my luck kept on streakin', because I ended up working with a very cool cat by the name of Lamar Williams. Here we are with Robin, a local Erie gal drunk with...laughter...yeah, that's it.
On the road, it's always a plus to work with people who are lucid and able to carry on a conversation without dropping a name or testing a bit every other sentence. Lamar and I quickly found common ground when I discovered that he we're the only people on the planet who still play Madden 2004. We both brought our PS2s with us, but I only planned to use it as a DVD player because I misplaced my memory card, so I didn't bring any game controllers with me. I did, however, bring my remote control.
You'll note that it has all the necessary buttons to play, even if it is an awkward interface. So, with all the excuses I needed built in, we clashed on the virtual gridiron. I found out early, that I'd be further hamstrung by not being able to juke, spin, sprint, or change directions without stopping entirely. Essentially, the remote was a pretty accurate translation of what would happen if I tried to play football. We played 8 times, I used the remote for 6 of them. My record? 6-2. Lamar will deny this outright or claim that the remote has magical powers, but I handed him several crushing defeats.
I'd like to take this time to ask something of those who know me. Lamar seemed to think that I sound like Jeff Goldblum...so much so, that his nickname for me is The Fly. And I don't sound like him when I try to...just my natural cadence and inflection makes him think he's in a scene from Jurassic Park or Independence Day. So, those of you who I engage in conversation, if you could let me know if you second his emotion that'd be helpful.
On to another character I imitate badly, I hope you've all gotten a chance to check out GUYS WATCHING 24 II. It has been conveniently linked to your right, for easy one-click viewing, but here is the newly posted YouTube edition for your retinal consumption. It's in two pieces...the dramatic build-up, followed by the thrilling conclusion. We've broken it up to allow you to catch your breath...or something.
I am a horrible actor...well, at least as good as Jeff Goldblum, I guess.
If you have no plans for your first evening of February, might I suggest joining myself, Jim Pate, Seaton Smith, and Joe Robinson at the Arlington Drafthouse for some jokes to warm your cockels as winter blows cold. Show starts at 8pm. Click the link for tix & info.
On a sad note, we lost another modern day gladiator with the passing of Bam Bam Bigelow. Bam Bam was always a favorite of mine when I was a kid, because he was the only man his size I'd ever seen do a cartwheel. He was also the only guy I'd ever seen with a tattooed head.
Bam Bam, we harldy knew ye.
To be continued...