The Aristocrats is maybe the funniest movie I have ever seen. I laughed so hard I was crying. I have a very high tolerance for being offended, and if you're the same, I suggest you run to the theater. RUN. Before everyone starts talking the hell out of this and sucking the joy right out of it.
On the other hand, if you are easily offended, maybe you should skip this one and catch something a little milder. I hear March of the Penguins is very good.
You know, when I was little, I wanted to be a stand-up comedian. I never really wanted to admit it, because admitting it would imply that I think I'm very funny, which I don't necessarily do. But as the cliche goes, I used to sit around my room listening to Richard Prior records and wondering what it must be like to make a roomful of people laugh. I really did. And still to this day, I really love seeing stand-up. I don't know why I don't do it more often.
I was supposed to go to yoga at 10, but I'm hungover. The movie was followed by swilling beer and gobbling wurstes. Probably not on my diet. Probably not a part of the healthier new me.
An old friend of mine who I met when I lived in Switzerland was in town this week. It was so strangely good to see her. It made me think about all of the other people out there who I've lost, sucked back into the world like a stewardess out an air hole, suddenly gone without a peep. I'm digging out some old email addresses. I'm sending some emails to say hello. I liked those people and who I was when I was with them. I have to believe that there's some chance in this world to do it all again.
I'm working today, which is disappointing. I'd much prefer to relax. This summer has been stressful, so unlike the last. This summer is starting to get to me.
