Of all words, I have the hardest time writing "different" It always comes out "differnt".
Saw the Sundance fave "Napolean Dynamite" last night. It was merely okay. There were some funny bits (most of which were in the trailer anyway), but the lack of a real plot and the unsympathetic bizzareness of the characters left me a little cold. "Freaks and Geeks" is by far the superior saga of high school outsider angst.
After the show, it was on to New City for a Pride Week show. the best bit (not to slag perennial favorites the Vertyical Struts) was "GK and the Press Play". GK is a big diesel dyke in Elvis wig and fake 'tasche who shouts random words to some electro bleeps. The Press Play are four leather daddy types who just stood there in all their buttless-leather chap'd glory. They did one song. Twice. It was so art-fag it was almost good.
Oh, and I briefly contemplated breaking up with my girlfriend over something I thought she said, but had, in fact, misheard because of the volume of the music and skull-dulling effects of too much Stella. *red face*
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