Yeah, so, I think there is one thing everyone can agree on. Whether you are Republican or Democrat; evangelical Christian or atheist, Captain Kirk or Captain Picard: We can call agree that naughty puppets are comedy gold.
Last night mighty, mighty good man David and I saw “Stuffed and Unstrung” at the Curran Theatre (or the Koran Theatre, as I always mispronounce it). If you get a chance to see it before it leaves town, do it! My belly hurt from laughing so hard. I started to wonder if I might go into labor in the theater, and the puppets would have to deliver the spawn.
If you don’t know anything about “Stuff and Unstrung,” allow me to explain: It’s basically “Whose Line Is It Anyway?” but with puppets. Yep, improv comedy with puppets. Really, really funny.
During the intermission, David went to use the restroom and came back with a little friend.
There was a gaggle of older ladies sitting behind us. When they were finally seated, David whipped out his hot dog puppet and put it on his shoulder. The hot dog was staring at the ladies. They started cracking up: “Oh my! What’s this? I see we’ve got a visitor.”
I think David even made the hot dog do a little dance or something. The show was getting ready to resume and the lights dimmed. “OK, David,” I said. “Put your wiener away.”
The ladies started giggling again. They were good sports. I suspect the ladies at the opera wouldn’t think it was so charming.
Speaking of charming … now it’s time for the part of the blog post where I beg for your votes.
You only have to put up with a few more days of my nonstop pleading for your votes. Just in case you’ve been ignoring me, I’m nominated for a SF Weekly Web Award for Sexiest Geek, which is #34 on the list. Please vote for me! Pretty please! I’ll be your best friend.
I’m up against people who are way more well known than me (meaning they are actually well known), including the co-founder of Twitter, Broke Ass Stuart (who has a TV show on IFC, by the way), very popular sex columnist Violet Blue and others who are definitely cooler than me. Of course, being cooler than me is not very difficult. My husband and I have seriously debated naming the spawn Luke, as in Luke Skywalker. This is after my friends convinced me that Admiral Ackbar would result in daily ass kickings for the spawn once he starts school.
Honestly, I suspect the nomination is some sort of joke: SF Weekly is just trying to lure me to the prom so they can drop a bucket of pig’s blood on me. “They’re all gonna laugh at you!”
As Admiral Ackbar would say, “It’s a trap!” But, I will still attend the award party, because I love a party with an open bar … that I can’t partake in. Sigh.
I don’t expect to win AT ALL. But what’s the fun of being nominated if you don’t at least try, right?