general fuzz

It feels life has taken a slightly more oppressive turn for the fine citizens of this planet. Interesting times we live in, to say the least. I’ve been super busy at work and life, hence the lack of personal internet fodder.

This time of year – the time between thanksgiving and x-mas – has so many famaliar rituals: The writing of the holiday letter, ungraciously aquiring a dead tree, the frenzy of Stina present creation, internet gift trolling, the preperation for our returning home to Boston. 

Last week, we duked Haber with a contrived plot to take him out to dinner, only to lead him to a fully improvised bollywood themed puppet show. We really had no idea what we getting into. An improv comedy troupe named un-scripted puts on shows in their fancy little theater hidden in the depths of downtown SF. They conjured up an entire two act show loosely based around plot elements culled from the audience at the beginning of the show. The lack of a safety net really heightened the excitement. They occasionally stumbled, and they needled each other mercilessly when plot developments didn’t make sense. The integration of puppets was really excellent. There was lots of breaking into bad bollywood song, which was always a gamble. All in all, it was really fun, and I want to go see the same “show” again to see how much it varies from night to night.

There were actually another little theater in the building, and the other show was titled “Abraham Lincolns Big Gay Dance Party” I was a little saddened by our selection, since the other show had a title that really grabbed you by the balls. After chatting with a patron who was attending that show during the shared intermission, I determined that we had made the right choice after all.