"Work Is the Curse of the Drinking Class"

--yes, Oscar Wilde. Well, good grief, I am so behind on documenting the minutiae of my daily life! A whopping bunch of minutiae have swept past in the last little while, most especially last night at the Throbbing Brains at Southpaw finale. That's when I discovered that someone (Erin) is actually reading this bologna, and to her I say "Cannibal! The Musical."

We rose above sound system difficulties for a jolly time, best
quiz ever. Congratulations to the Rusty Trombones and to Team Braindead, you each brought down worthy competitors. In response to the several people who asked when or where Throbbing Brains will be revived; maybe in a couple months, maybe in Williamsburg, definitely with more tunes, possibly with lyrics to the theme song, and more excitingly; maybe with a "physical challenge" component (look Team Mounds, great minds do think alike).

Thanks everybody (especially Richard who was the most inconvienced, Tom and Jen who were the most unwell, Shomit who did the most above-and-beyond helping, and Andy without whom none of this would have happened) for being like exceptional lionbots in a Voltron of an evening. So much love, so much laughter, so much learning. Now we all know: the name of Huey P. Newton's autobiography, who should never have switched from scotch to martinis, what Tone Loc was looking for at the mall, on which project Dave Chappelle and Mel Brooks worked together, who co-wrote Beyond the Valley of the Dolls with Russ Meyer, and Deepak Chopra's job before he became a New Age author and speaker.*

Oh, and to the lively guy who has been at all of them (Jay?) oops, I didn't get your email. I was no longer on my A game at that point. Go ahead and send it to me now, and I'll keep you updated on anything fun going down.

* "Revolutionary Suicide," Humphrey Bogart, "gear to buy," "Robin Hood, Men In Tights," Roger Ebert, endocrinologist.