The newsbins are overflowing, because they’re full of news; as more news is added…then the overflow. It’s time to purge, PURGE the newsbins. Discontinue reading immediately if you are anything but the most ravenous of newshounds; you are about to be up to your NECK in W.A.S. news, and if you are a newshound who is anything less than achingly, blackhole-hungry for the W.A.S. news, you will definitely drown in the forthcoming deluge. Definitely. Definitely drown.
If, for example, you are merely curious–just passing-the-time curious–about the goings-on and the happenings-to of the we are scientists; if you’re but a casual troller of the SupraNet, one dull eye vaguely registering the world wide webpages as they click past your screen; or if you’re an arch-enemy of the we are scientists (such as Hunger, or Sexual Purity–curse thee!!) . . . if any of these accurately describes you (or if you’re just anything less than doubled over with hunger for W.A.S. news and facts), then beat feet, man! Get the hell out while your identity’s still intact! The imminent factual flashflood will strip of their personalities and memories any but the most accurately calibrated souls.
The thing is this: remember how in Indiana Jones: The Final Crusade for Justice, Indie has to step off a ledge into a bottomless chasm, his only chance of survival the faith that an invisible path across the abyss will stop his footfall? And of course his faith is rewarded, yes? Yes. His foot lands on the invisible Magical Bridge of Very Good Optical Illusion and, to boot, he is given a Cadillac to drive, with special tyres attuned to the desert terrain. And so remember, in the film’s lyrical closing shot, we see Indie and Indie’s dad (Sean Connery) and Chewbacca riding away into the molten sunset in that gorgeous Caddie, the viscous evening light painted in liquid pinks and golds on the car’s deco chrome trim? And the N.A.Z.I.s are chasing them, but they’re losing ground because they’re in slow tanks? That was awesome.
And now the news:
Last night Michael debuted his much-anticipated stand-up act at Kitchen of Bengal (KoB’s comedy night is rapidly becoming the Wednesday night activity, of a comic nature or otherwise, in New York’s hep Williamsburg neighborhood–9 pm, ladies). Needless to say, Michael’s stuff was well worth the wait. He scrambled archaeology, theology, genetics, and traditional goofball stand-up schtick into roughly eleven minutes of homicidal JokeAttack that left a whole pack of stand-up enthusiasts and diners simultaneously exhausted and desirous of another JokeAttack–not unlike the way a multiple orgasm-enabled girl or person must feel after a good big orgasm: That was GREAT and GREATLY SATISFYING! Now let’s get another JokeAttack!!
Check this shit out:
And check out some of the audience reaction MT was getting:
Next Wednesday at the Kitchen of Bengal, it may happen again. We’ll keep you posted.