"Home, it's where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there."
-Talking Heads
Been on a trip these past few days. The first stop, on Saturday, was Conn Coll. Bowling, drinking, debauchery ensued, and all was good in the world. I slept in an abandoned room with Manc and Tim, and it was a good time. The morning saw a breakfast provided by Rosie's and good company all around. This was immediately followed up by a trip to Westwood, MA to see some more friends. It was good to hang with Chris and Sarah, seeing the "Wedding Crashers". Movie was pretty okay, I think. It had so much more potential, but really it was just a few people trying to make a funny movie with a cookie cutter. Fun times though.
The real treat for me came right before the movie. After many long years, I have finally been to the Bad Art Museum. I don't know how I found out about it initially, but I had forgotten that it was located so close to many of my good friends. It thrilled me greatly to see all 12 of their pieces, and to live the dream. Bad art is here to stay. Well, not here. It's actually located underneath a theater. A movie theater. The theater's men's room is actually part of the art museaum, with the privacy partition acting as a surface where on can post a painting. The bad art was bad. My personal favorite may be "Pablo Elvis"; a latino interpretation of Elvis, done very poorly. There were some other pictures that weren't that bad, but just lacked any sort of "oompf", if that makes sense. Still, it was a sight to behold.
After living the dream and the movie Chris and I had some talks about PoMo, writing, and creating something awesome. We're bouncing some scripts back and forth, and have this crazy scheme to write a play to be shown in a playhouse. Start building a name for ourselves and laying the groundwork for a future in creativity.
On an interesting note, I slept in my car last night. I was too tired to drive all the way home from MA, and it was 3 am, so I used my student ID to get on campus and just set up shop in the car. Wasn't bad. The sleeping bag helped a lot. This set off a day of vagrancy. That morning I woke up and ate a bagel on a pier. This was followed by going to Goodwill, and then finally with tagging along while my friend Ryan gave a tour. After a lunch I took a shower, changed my clothes, and in a few minutes, will shave. The transformation will be complete, and I will go from vagrant to...me.
RAW tonight. Set your VCRs. You won't be able to see me. But by god, it'll be a good time. Plus it's at Mohegan Sun, so gambling may occur.
That's never a good way to end a post.
peace
-ccm
-Talking Heads
Been on a trip these past few days. The first stop, on Saturday, was Conn Coll. Bowling, drinking, debauchery ensued, and all was good in the world. I slept in an abandoned room with Manc and Tim, and it was a good time. The morning saw a breakfast provided by Rosie's and good company all around. This was immediately followed up by a trip to Westwood, MA to see some more friends. It was good to hang with Chris and Sarah, seeing the "Wedding Crashers". Movie was pretty okay, I think. It had so much more potential, but really it was just a few people trying to make a funny movie with a cookie cutter. Fun times though.
The real treat for me came right before the movie. After many long years, I have finally been to the Bad Art Museum. I don't know how I found out about it initially, but I had forgotten that it was located so close to many of my good friends. It thrilled me greatly to see all 12 of their pieces, and to live the dream. Bad art is here to stay. Well, not here. It's actually located underneath a theater. A movie theater. The theater's men's room is actually part of the art museaum, with the privacy partition acting as a surface where on can post a painting. The bad art was bad. My personal favorite may be "Pablo Elvis"; a latino interpretation of Elvis, done very poorly. There were some other pictures that weren't that bad, but just lacked any sort of "oompf", if that makes sense. Still, it was a sight to behold.
After living the dream and the movie Chris and I had some talks about PoMo, writing, and creating something awesome. We're bouncing some scripts back and forth, and have this crazy scheme to write a play to be shown in a playhouse. Start building a name for ourselves and laying the groundwork for a future in creativity.
On an interesting note, I slept in my car last night. I was too tired to drive all the way home from MA, and it was 3 am, so I used my student ID to get on campus and just set up shop in the car. Wasn't bad. The sleeping bag helped a lot. This set off a day of vagrancy. That morning I woke up and ate a bagel on a pier. This was followed by going to Goodwill, and then finally with tagging along while my friend Ryan gave a tour. After a lunch I took a shower, changed my clothes, and in a few minutes, will shave. The transformation will be complete, and I will go from vagrant to...me.
RAW tonight. Set your VCRs. You won't be able to see me. But by god, it'll be a good time. Plus it's at Mohegan Sun, so gambling may occur.
That's never a good way to end a post.
peace
-ccm
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