Nerd Party

Good god, I love it when my face hurts from laughing. Rifftrax with a whole crowd of other nerds is a great way to do it, although I do sort of miss the silhouettes in the corner of the screen.

I also missed Heather and my sister, who were unable to use the tickets I got them—so toast_zombie and her friend did. Probably it’s just as well that Heather didn’t, because the other dude who came with us was in drag. He had a great frilly shirt, though.

And yes, it’s just another way of seeing them on TV, but it’s like those Sporting Events that folks seem to become enthusiastic about—when it’s live you feel like you’re more a part of it.* So it was still cool to sing along with Jonathan Coulton and to hear hundreds of others who came just to crack up at a really, really bad movie.

And Plan 9 was really, really bad. I can’t begin to describe how satisfactorily awful that was.

By god, my esoteric tastes have been sated. I am so happy.


*For example, one can note that, at this immediate moment, Mike Nelson’s face appears to be getting bigger. Soon it will blot out the sun.