February 18th, 2012

Dead Dog Cat

#32

Our guest brought gifts. In one case, it was a graphic novel called Xombi, which I found mildly amusing. The protagonist got dosed with nanomachines that rebuild him, so he can't die; afterwards he's inundated with weird encounters of a mystical nature. My problem is the vague whininess of the character, but there are some pretty creative thoughts expressed here. Not bad, not something I would have picked up on my own.
Dead Dog Cat

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My spouse and our guest joined me last night in a foray into Los Angeles, where we sought the Hammer Improv group, which includes three of the stars of The Guild at Cafe Club Fais Do-do. They were preceded onstage by the Lost Moon Radio Show, which was rather amusing, including a rap song that they gave away free via the Web, giving a book report on Jane Austen. Then the Improv group came on, and it was very funny. I'll have to keep my ear to the ground about this group for future shows.

We then drove rince1wind down the Sunset Strip for her edification, and continuing on Sunset, drove onto the UCLA campus, so that I could swell up with pride, while she fell asleep in the back seat. Then, home.