Yay, Toast!
Jun. 4th, 2006 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherIt's been an interesting day.
What started as "not much, maybe laundry" turned into going to several stores, getting parts for Alex's car, getting some PVC fittings to make 2 low budget drop pods on a whim, hunting down auto primer, finding out that auto primer rocks the house for minis, too, priming and doing initial paint on the pods, working on my plastic and metal termie squads, and crusing around on a beautiful day.
Lisa went out with her girlfriends to do some tabletop gaming tonight, so Alex and I were probably going to just veg and work on 40k stuff.
Then my phone rang.
Because of some friends not being able to meet them, my parents had tickets to the Funny Bone here in Columbus to see Heywood Banks.
Now, to be honest, I couldn't remember ever hearing of the guy, but Alex had wanted to hit Easton for something anyhow, so it quickly became a plan.
It was actually a pretty nice show, despite a rather annoying table immediately to my left. You know that stereotype of people in Ohio being a few beers away from becoming loud obnoxious Git-R-Done rednecks? I think it came from the two couples at the table, particularly a husband and wife that: A) Kept elbowing me in the side or kicking my chair, even when I tried to scoot it away to give them more space. (They actually SCOOTED OVER to keep banging into me.) B) Screeched like wounded vultures to nearly every joke rather than just naturally laughing and C) Wouldn't. Shut. Up. They kept a running commentary of his jokes up for their table, repeating setups and punchlines constantly, and several times the husband or wife would try to shout at the stage until Banks paid attention. At one point I think the entire club was staring at them to try to communicate "Could you let the person we paid to see get on with his thing?"
I kept my tongue in my head and tried to be civil for most of the evening, but during the worst of the screaming/shouting incidents I politely asked the table behind us if I could borrow the lit oil lamp from them, so I could make use of something extremely flammable.
Fortunately, however, I was served a Schadenfruede Sundae with extra whipped cream when I got to watch the (totally blitzed) husband of the obnoxious couple stand up, trip over his own legs, and bang his head into two tables (including ours) and the floor when he attempted to leave at the end of the show. Sadly, he didn't break his nose, but I'll settle for him waking up with a concussion tomorrow morning.
On the other hand, when Banks actually WANTED to involve the audience, he was clever and funny and used several props and quick zingers to get them involved, and would bust his guitar out as needed with some pretty damn funny little songs.
He's also the first man I've ever seen accompany himself on double-slotted Westinghouse toaster and a pair of salad forks, which earned quite a lot of my respect.
We had some nice food in there, and once the show ended, Alex and I walked around Easton a bit more to enjoy the weather and get a bit of looking around in, and then headed home. (Though not before I ran into Dito Melvin's grandfather, who recognized me! I hadn't seen him for some time, and he took my card to give to Dito. Will be nice to hear from him again.)
As we headed home, the heavens poured forth, and I had left some painting stuff on the porch, so we hied quickly to the back and I hauled things in, fortunately without major water damage. We watched some basketball, and as Alex went up, I was forcibly seized by my muse and put to work. I've finished one pod completely, then took a break to finish my terminator Librarian conversion for my HQ. (Well, OK, I have to flock his base and seal him, but...)
I think tomorrow's to do list, if we don't go to Pataskala for most of the day is:
1) Flock and seal Librarian
2) Laundry
3) 2nd Pod
4) Repaint the rest of the metal termies, except for the few I'm waiting on parts for
5) MAYBE go get a few more PVC caps...
What started as "not much, maybe laundry" turned into going to several stores, getting parts for Alex's car, getting some PVC fittings to make 2 low budget drop pods on a whim, hunting down auto primer, finding out that auto primer rocks the house for minis, too, priming and doing initial paint on the pods, working on my plastic and metal termie squads, and crusing around on a beautiful day.
Lisa went out with her girlfriends to do some tabletop gaming tonight, so Alex and I were probably going to just veg and work on 40k stuff.
Then my phone rang.
Because of some friends not being able to meet them, my parents had tickets to the Funny Bone here in Columbus to see Heywood Banks.
Now, to be honest, I couldn't remember ever hearing of the guy, but Alex had wanted to hit Easton for something anyhow, so it quickly became a plan.
It was actually a pretty nice show, despite a rather annoying table immediately to my left. You know that stereotype of people in Ohio being a few beers away from becoming loud obnoxious Git-R-Done rednecks? I think it came from the two couples at the table, particularly a husband and wife that: A) Kept elbowing me in the side or kicking my chair, even when I tried to scoot it away to give them more space. (They actually SCOOTED OVER to keep banging into me.) B) Screeched like wounded vultures to nearly every joke rather than just naturally laughing and C) Wouldn't. Shut. Up. They kept a running commentary of his jokes up for their table, repeating setups and punchlines constantly, and several times the husband or wife would try to shout at the stage until Banks paid attention. At one point I think the entire club was staring at them to try to communicate "Could you let the person we paid to see get on with his thing?"
I kept my tongue in my head and tried to be civil for most of the evening, but during the worst of the screaming/shouting incidents I politely asked the table behind us if I could borrow the lit oil lamp from them, so I could make use of something extremely flammable.
Fortunately, however, I was served a Schadenfruede Sundae with extra whipped cream when I got to watch the (totally blitzed) husband of the obnoxious couple stand up, trip over his own legs, and bang his head into two tables (including ours) and the floor when he attempted to leave at the end of the show. Sadly, he didn't break his nose, but I'll settle for him waking up with a concussion tomorrow morning.
On the other hand, when Banks actually WANTED to involve the audience, he was clever and funny and used several props and quick zingers to get them involved, and would bust his guitar out as needed with some pretty damn funny little songs.
He's also the first man I've ever seen accompany himself on double-slotted Westinghouse toaster and a pair of salad forks, which earned quite a lot of my respect.
We had some nice food in there, and once the show ended, Alex and I walked around Easton a bit more to enjoy the weather and get a bit of looking around in, and then headed home. (Though not before I ran into Dito Melvin's grandfather, who recognized me! I hadn't seen him for some time, and he took my card to give to Dito. Will be nice to hear from him again.)
As we headed home, the heavens poured forth, and I had left some painting stuff on the porch, so we hied quickly to the back and I hauled things in, fortunately without major water damage. We watched some basketball, and as Alex went up, I was forcibly seized by my muse and put to work. I've finished one pod completely, then took a break to finish my terminator Librarian conversion for my HQ. (Well, OK, I have to flock his base and seal him, but...)
I think tomorrow's to do list, if we don't go to Pataskala for most of the day is:
1) Flock and seal Librarian
2) Laundry
3) 2nd Pod
4) Repaint the rest of the metal termies, except for the few I'm waiting on parts for
5) MAYBE go get a few more PVC caps...
