Red Mosquito

epilogue wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Going to europe in June to Cannes Lions (4th time yyyessss) and this time we have passes.
Already psyched about it, and spending time with my partner and one of our directors.

Planning to go to Italy to see PJ and maybe netherlands afterwards.

Amazing how you can manage to have fun when there's a war going on and a pandemic and world hunger. You must feel super cool about all the fun you get to have.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Man, my wife has always wanted to attend a taping of SNL. It's one of her NYC bucket list items. Today she just found out that she won the lottery for the May 21st taping.

BUT...

It's the dress rehearsal, which means she has to be there by 5:30pm. And she has an early wedding booked already. She's shooting until 6pm. So, she can't use the tickets.

I'm so bummed for her. This sucks. I hate this week.

ugh i'm really sorry to hear this. I've entered the lottery every year for like 12 years now, and nothing! I can't imagine how angry I'd be if I were in her shoes...

Any chance she'll camp out in standby some time? I never did that when I lived in NYC and kick myself all the time for it.

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Man, my wife has always wanted to attend a taping of SNL. It's one of her NYC bucket list items. Today she just found out that she won the lottery for the May 21st taping.

BUT...

It's the dress rehearsal, which means she has to be there by 5:30pm. And she has an early wedding booked already. She's shooting until 6pm. So, she can't use the tickets.

I'm so bummed for her. This sucks. I hate this week.

ugh i'm really sorry to hear this. I've entered the lottery every year for like 12 years now, and nothing! I can't imagine how angry I'd be if I were in her shoes...

Any chance she'll camp out in standby some time? I never did that when I lived in NYC and kick myself all the time for it.

Thanks, man. I hate that you've never had any luck either. That sucks.

We'll definitely have to try camping out at some point, I think. It's something we've talked about but never seriously because I don't think we expected getting the lottery to be so difficult.

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Man, my wife has always wanted to attend a taping of SNL. It's one of her NYC bucket list items. Today she just found out that she won the lottery for the May 21st taping.

BUT...

It's the dress rehearsal, which means she has to be there by 5:30pm. And she has an early wedding booked already. She's shooting until 6pm. So, she can't use the tickets.

I'm so bummed for her. This sucks. I hate this week.

ugh i'm really sorry to hear this. I've entered the lottery every year for like 12 years now, and nothing! I can't imagine how angry I'd be if I were in her shoes...

Any chance she'll camp out in standby some time? I never did that when I lived in NYC and kick myself all the time for it.

Thanks, man. I hate that you've never had any luck either. That sucks.

We'll definitely have to try camping out at some point, I think. It's something we've talked about but never seriously because I don't think we expected getting the lottery to be so difficult.

Sorry to hear guys.

I did get to attend a Letterman taping back in the late aughts. There wasn’t any lottery system or anything. Basically you just stood in line the day of and they went down the line until they ran out of seats. They taped two shows that day and we were at the second. Drew Carey was the first guest.

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Man, my wife has always wanted to attend a taping of SNL. It's one of her NYC bucket list items. Today she just found out that she won the lottery for the May 21st taping.

BUT...

It's the dress rehearsal, which means she has to be there by 5:30pm. And she has an early wedding booked already. She's shooting until 6pm. So, she can't use the tickets.

I'm so bummed for her. This sucks. I hate this week.

ugh i'm really sorry to hear this. I've entered the lottery every year for like 12 years now, and nothing! I can't imagine how angry I'd be if I were in her shoes...

Any chance she'll camp out in standby some time? I never did that when I lived in NYC and kick myself all the time for it.

Thanks, man. I hate that you've never had any luck either. That sucks.

We'll definitely have to try camping out at some point, I think. It's something we've talked about but never seriously because I don't think we expected getting the lottery to be so difficult.

Sorry to hear guys.

I did get to attend a Letterman taping back in the late aughts. There wasn’t any lottery system or anything. Basically you just stood in line the day of and they went down the line until they ran out of seats. They taped two shows that day and we were at the second. Drew Carey was the first guest.

I tried to get in (I know the guys at the stage door) to see Ed on Letterman back in the day. But they had so much demand (people wanting to "sneak in to see him" ) that they couldn't get me in.

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Man, my wife has always wanted to attend a taping of SNL. It's one of her NYC bucket list items. Today she just found out that she won the lottery for the May 21st taping.

BUT...

It's the dress rehearsal, which means she has to be there by 5:30pm. And she has an early wedding booked already. She's shooting until 6pm. So, she can't use the tickets.

I'm so bummed for her. This sucks. I hate this week.

ugh i'm really sorry to hear this. I've entered the lottery every year for like 12 years now, and nothing! I can't imagine how angry I'd be if I were in her shoes...

Any chance she'll camp out in standby some time? I never did that when I lived in NYC and kick myself all the time for it.

Thanks, man. I hate that you've never had any luck either. That sucks.

We'll definitely have to try camping out at some point, I think. It's something we've talked about but never seriously because I don't think we expected getting the lottery to be so difficult.

Sorry to hear guys.

I did get to attend a Letterman taping back in the late aughts. There wasn’t any lottery system or anything. Basically you just stood in line the day of and they went down the line until they ran out of seats. They taped two shows that day and we were at the second. Drew Carey was the first guest.

I tried to get in (I know the guys at the stage door) to see Ed on Letterman back in the day. But they had so much demand (people wanting to "sneak in to see him" ) that they couldn't get me in.

that sucks...one of my good friends still works at cbs and we used to go to letterman all the time..saw a couple of the pj ones

epilogue wrote:

doug rr wrote:

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Man, my wife has always wanted to attend a taping of SNL. It's one of her NYC bucket list items. Today she just found out that she won the lottery for the May 21st taping.

BUT...

It's the dress rehearsal, which means she has to be there by 5:30pm. And she has an early wedding booked already. She's shooting until 6pm. So, she can't use the tickets.

I'm so bummed for her. This sucks. I hate this week.

ugh i'm really sorry to hear this. I've entered the lottery every year for like 12 years now, and nothing! I can't imagine how angry I'd be if I were in her shoes...

Any chance she'll camp out in standby some time? I never did that when I lived in NYC and kick myself all the time for it.

Thanks, man. I hate that you've never had any luck either. That sucks.

We'll definitely have to try camping out at some point, I think. It's something we've talked about but never seriously because I don't think we expected getting the lottery to be so difficult.

Sorry to hear guys.

I did get to attend a Letterman taping back in the late aughts. There wasn’t any lottery system or anything. Basically you just stood in line the day of and they went down the line until they ran out of seats. They taped two shows that day and we were at the second. Drew Carey was the first guest.

I tried to get in (I know the guys at the stage door) to see Ed on Letterman back in the day. But they had so much demand (people wanting to "sneak in to see him" ) that they couldn't get me in.

that sucks...one of my good friends still works at cbs and we used to go to letterman all the time..saw a couple of the pj ones

your name should be ballerr

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

wease wrote:Drew Carey was the first guest.

tragabigzanda wrote:though if I could steer her towards discussing her experience as a quasi-luddite, then maybe she'd we'd be alright together

doug rr wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:though if I could steer her towards discussing her experience as a quasi-luddite, then maybe she'd we'd be alright together

she did spend a lot of time reminding everyone she doesn't have a cell phone or internet

tragabigzanda wrote:$1000 says Fran Lebowitz is an insufferable hang

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

bodysnatcher wrote:If I won the SNL lottery I’d end up getting passes to the show hosted by someone like Pink with musical guest Pink

epilogue wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:If I won the SNL lottery I’d end up getting passes to the show hosted by someone like Pink with musical guest Pink

For me, who the host/musical guest is just misses the point, y'know?