Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Because bad taste is easy to recognize.

Had an interesting day. Went to breakfast at IHOP (or International House of Pancakes for those not big on acronyms) and had the big bacon omelette. (Trust me, this doesn't pertain to the title in any way; it was quite delicious.) Then I decided to hit the art-house movie theatre. Before that, I went to the music store where I, at long last, found a second-hand copy of the "Team America: World Police" soundtrack. The songs are just too hilarious. Then I get to the theatre, where I see The Aristocrats. Essentially, it's several comics, writers and entertainers telling variations of an old, dirty joke. It was as filthy as I sort of imagined and not quite as gut-busting as I'd have hoped. Still, I had a good time.

Just felt like posting today. Go me.