Humping to Memorial Day

Today is the last Hump Day before Memorial Day. Memorial Day is of course the time to schedule BBQs, bachelor parties, and other drunken events because everyone has next Monday off for no apparent reason.

I am going to be in Atlanta, taking care of some work at home, and trying my absolute best to stay out of trouble.

The weekend will also supply ample time to consider why I wasted half the year watching 24. This show really is like crack. It turns your brain into a fried egg like the commercial, yet you are instantly addicted and forsake all obligations and bonds to enjoy it uninterrupted. I know of guys who gave up sex for 24. You would think with such a loyal following, IMAGINE productions could come up with a season that actually follows the events of a single day. Who has a hard-on for their secretary after a nuclear strike? It seems that Chloe was the only reasonable character on the show - after the events of the day, she passed the fuck out - just like any normal person would.

In other news, puppetry outside Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, Thunderbirds, and Team America: World Police sucks ass. Especially Atlanta's Xperimental Puppet Theatre 2007, a two hour ordeal filled with cacophonic guitar riffs, strange cabinets filled with UV lights and talking creatures that look like John Wayne Bobbitt's trimmed bobbitt, and a full 20 minutes of a weird sun setting on the sea scene (which unfortunately was the best one). I went to this thing with some folks and left with a headache worse than the time I got sucker punched in middle school. Nothing is more boring than artists trying to be interesting.

Above is Nikki Cox (of course) showing off her humps, her lovely lady lumps.