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Be sure to eliminate harborage
Feb. 24th, 2008 02:19 pmThe first *mumble*ial Schlock Therapy last night was sparsely attended, but successful, in that "I just watched what?!?" kind of way.
To prepare, I laid in a supply of snacks from the delicious (dessert Pocky!) to the alarming (luridly pastel marshmallow twists! shrimp crackers with real calcium mouthfeel!), polished up the DVD player, and got my riffing muscles limbered up.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tirerim arrived on time, just as kdsorceress was calling to say she'd gotten on the bus going the wrong direction. (D'oh!) So tirerim kicked my ass at Wii Bowling while we awaited her arrival (he's a real bowler — no fair!), which was only about 45 minutes later than expected. First on the menu was Plankton, which was more bizarre than I remembered — I must've blocked from memory the creepy little gold lamp with the light-up penis (guess how you turn it on?), and the dive-bombing trout attack was still refreshingly boggling. Then we watched a couple of shorts — You Cannot Fart Around With Love, quite the production number, and Rural Rat Control, which used the word "harborage" eight trillion times — during which adfamiliares stopped reading about ancient Jews long enough to join us. We ended with Cinematic Titanic's Oozing Skull, the new riffing project from the old MST3K crew, which worked well as a capper — the riff centers of our brain were getting tired, so it was nice to let the professionals take over for a while. To judge by the number of laugh lines, I think the verdict on the new project was quite positive.
tirerim caught the bus home before midnight, but kdsorceress was oddly unwilling to go wandering around Cambridge by herself in the middle of the night, so she crashed in the guest room after watching more B-movie trailers than she probably needed to. She was not there when I woke up. I assume nothing...happened...to her.
My brain still hurts, just a little. Will YOUR brain hurt next time? Only time, and your own good judgment, will tell!
To prepare, I laid in a supply of snacks from the delicious (dessert Pocky!) to the alarming (luridly pastel marshmallow twists! shrimp crackers with real calcium mouthfeel!), polished up the DVD player, and got my riffing muscles limbered up.
tirerim arrived on time, just as kdsorceress was calling to say she'd gotten on the bus going the wrong direction. (D'oh!) So tirerim kicked my ass at Wii Bowling while we awaited her arrival (he's a real bowler — no fair!), which was only about 45 minutes later than expected. First on the menu was Plankton, which was more bizarre than I remembered — I must've blocked from memory the creepy little gold lamp with the light-up penis (guess how you turn it on?), and the dive-bombing trout attack was still refreshingly boggling. Then we watched a couple of shorts — You Cannot Fart Around With Love, quite the production number, and Rural Rat Control, which used the word "harborage" eight trillion times — during which adfamiliares stopped reading about ancient Jews long enough to join us. We ended with Cinematic Titanic's Oozing Skull, the new riffing project from the old MST3K crew, which worked well as a capper — the riff centers of our brain were getting tired, so it was nice to let the professionals take over for a while. To judge by the number of laugh lines, I think the verdict on the new project was quite positive.tirerim caught the bus home before midnight, but kdsorceress was oddly unwilling to go wandering around Cambridge by herself in the middle of the night, so she crashed in the guest room after watching more B-movie trailers than she probably needed to. She was not there when I woke up. I assume nothing...happened...to her.My brain still hurts, just a little. Will YOUR brain hurt next time? Only time, and your own good judgment, will tell!
