Comedy, Cats, Comics & Wors
Paul’s cousin was away this weekend so a large chunk of the weekend was spent at his place, literally across the road from bar Billy the Bums.
We weren’t there much on Friday night however, as we joined the gang at Sibaya Casino for the big Comedy Festival running there. It really was an awesome evening, with a combination of around 8 local and international comedians entertaining us for 2 and a half hours. Angelo the Greek-Canadian MC, and LA resident Pierre were probably my favourites. My least favourite was an Australian comic who was scarily misogynistic- I fully understand that male comedians will use relationships and women as material, and I have no problem with that. I really have no problem with laughing at myself. However, there seemed to be a lot of spite behind his words that pushed the misogyny beyond acceptably funny.
On Saturday, Paul was out of the house by 6:30am to travel up to Nottingham Road to do a quote for a prospective client. I was awake too, given the fact that Micah’s bed faces the sunrise and there are only white curtains to shield the light (whoever invented white, unlined curtains should be dragged out into the street and shot).
So I spent my Saturday doing some reading for my forum research project, finally watching Resident Evil 1 (it’s official- all films based on games are mediocre to shite), some National Geographic channel shows on killer storms and giant boars, playing with the 4 cats and the 2 new puppies Jay and Silent Bob (puppy novelty wears off very quickly when they aint your own) and reading graphic novels.
I’ve reached the conclusion that comics of the 21st Century are really pandering to their teenage audience. I read a graphic novel that had Batman and Superman teaming up to take down corrupt US president Lex Luthor, who has placed a Death Warrant on Superman’s head. The graphic novel was populated by large numbers of teenage superheroes, and at one crucial moment, Supes and Bats have to rely on a 13 year old Japanese boy to make a spacecraft for them. Whatever. I’m a reader from the 1980s into the mid 1990s when sidekicks died and superheroes were adult loners who did not need to rely on children.
Anyway, on Saturday evening, once Paul was back, Shirley and G came over and we had dinner, followed by a whole number of Season 3 episodes of The Family Guy, accompanied by popcorn and chocolate.
On Sunday I read my first ever Marvel comic and graphic novels, reading a few issues of Frank Miller’s Daredevil and Wolverine’s Origin story which takes place in rural 19th Century Canada. After that, in the incredible heat (which lately gives me a bad headache), Paul and I headed back to my place for a family braai for my uncle’s birthday. So there was much eating and drinking. In the evening, I briefly stopped in at the Christmas House (where I’m working on opening night Tuesday evening) to see what it looks like untouched, and check out how to use the till and credit card machine. After that, it was back home where Paul and I played old emulated console games with our game pads, and watched more The Family Guy. After Paul went home, I spent the remainder of the evening trying to do a word puzzle and listening to some new music ripped at Micah’s- Duran Duran’s Greatest Hits and the 2 Resident Evil soundtracks.
We weren’t there much on Friday night however, as we joined the gang at Sibaya Casino for the big Comedy Festival running there. It really was an awesome evening, with a combination of around 8 local and international comedians entertaining us for 2 and a half hours. Angelo the Greek-Canadian MC, and LA resident Pierre were probably my favourites. My least favourite was an Australian comic who was scarily misogynistic- I fully understand that male comedians will use relationships and women as material, and I have no problem with that. I really have no problem with laughing at myself. However, there seemed to be a lot of spite behind his words that pushed the misogyny beyond acceptably funny.
On Saturday, Paul was out of the house by 6:30am to travel up to Nottingham Road to do a quote for a prospective client. I was awake too, given the fact that Micah’s bed faces the sunrise and there are only white curtains to shield the light (whoever invented white, unlined curtains should be dragged out into the street and shot).
So I spent my Saturday doing some reading for my forum research project, finally watching Resident Evil 1 (it’s official- all films based on games are mediocre to shite), some National Geographic channel shows on killer storms and giant boars, playing with the 4 cats and the 2 new puppies Jay and Silent Bob (puppy novelty wears off very quickly when they aint your own) and reading graphic novels.
I’ve reached the conclusion that comics of the 21st Century are really pandering to their teenage audience. I read a graphic novel that had Batman and Superman teaming up to take down corrupt US president Lex Luthor, who has placed a Death Warrant on Superman’s head. The graphic novel was populated by large numbers of teenage superheroes, and at one crucial moment, Supes and Bats have to rely on a 13 year old Japanese boy to make a spacecraft for them. Whatever. I’m a reader from the 1980s into the mid 1990s when sidekicks died and superheroes were adult loners who did not need to rely on children.
Anyway, on Saturday evening, once Paul was back, Shirley and G came over and we had dinner, followed by a whole number of Season 3 episodes of The Family Guy, accompanied by popcorn and chocolate.
On Sunday I read my first ever Marvel comic and graphic novels, reading a few issues of Frank Miller’s Daredevil and Wolverine’s Origin story which takes place in rural 19th Century Canada. After that, in the incredible heat (which lately gives me a bad headache), Paul and I headed back to my place for a family braai for my uncle’s birthday. So there was much eating and drinking. In the evening, I briefly stopped in at the Christmas House (where I’m working on opening night Tuesday evening) to see what it looks like untouched, and check out how to use the till and credit card machine. After that, it was back home where Paul and I played old emulated console games with our game pads, and watched more The Family Guy. After Paul went home, I spent the remainder of the evening trying to do a word puzzle and listening to some new music ripped at Micah’s- Duran Duran’s Greatest Hits and the 2 Resident Evil soundtracks.
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