Three things about the Bob Saget show on Friday:

1. See, here's the thing Bob -- it is no longer funny that you're saying the word "fuck" just because you're Bob Saget saying the word "fuck." No one gives a shit about your 16 years of whitewashed family television anymore. You're a comic, goddamnit. Be funny. Don't be so riddled with neurotic self-loathing that all you can do is desperately strive to beat people to the punchline.

2. When Bob's just telling stories, a la Denis Leary or Henry Rollins, he's funny as hell -- and exactly the kind of guy with whom you'd like to sit around and have a drink. I can see that he is funny. I just wish he'd unload all the emotional baggage before he gets to the stage.

3. Maybe it was the crowd, and maybe it was the venue ... wait. No. It was both the crowd and the venue that made the show almost painful at times. I understand that blue humor sometimes attracts dumbasses, and I understand that part of Bob's schtick is to make fun of audience members and that every numb-nut dickhead wants a moment of glorious Sagety wrath, but Jesus H. Christ. There's nothing quite like being crammed into a theater with over a thousand of those aforementioned dickheads to make you wish for a nap, some aspirin, or a semi-automatic rifle.

Even so, I'm rather glad I went. It was something different, much of the show was pretty entertaining, and the company was grand. Again, I must thank graphxgrrl and her friends for inviting me along.


Let's see, what else? Oh yes. The Writers Weekend conference was nifty. Everyone was very nice, and it was cool to bum around downtown with fellow guest blackaire -- who is a hoot and a half to hang with AND she's all kinds of brilliant with some truly great story ideas in the works. We did lunch. We did buy cheap candles at the Illuminations clearance sale (which is still! going! on!) and of course we did panels. One of these days, I hope to haul her and/or blue_succubus to The Mercury. I think they'd have a blast.

Anyway, I met lots of lovely internet people at the conference but if they don't comment here, I can neither link them nor fully appreciate their presence. I can't remember LJ handles to save my life, but it was nice to meet you all and I hope you'll make yourselves known.


Saturday night, moriarty6 and I were going to go catch The National at Neumo's ... but the show kept getting pushed back later, and later, and later. The husband and I killed time for a few hours; we went out for drinks with a couple friends of his, went for drinks without his friends (they abandoned us for the sold-out VNV concert, the bastards), went for coffee, etc. But the concert never happened -- not for me. I had an Old Lady moment around 11:00 p.m., and declared that I could not possibly keep myself awake long enough for this show, which had not yet even gotten an opening act underway so far as I knew. So I went home. And went to bed.

Yeah. This weekend I argued with myself over whether or not I should go out two nights in a row on a weekend ... and a full night's sleep won out. Cripes. When did I get so old?