I showed up at the hotel early this afternoon and then realized there wasn't a central place (yet) for me to camp and work. I had been somewhat frustrated at driving in traffic downtown, got lost & overtired. So I fled the hotel with cramps & no lunch; nearly got run over by a cab driver at the parking garage, screamed fuck you at the cab driver and then felt super embarrassed (Lindsay was in the cab and claimed she had feared for her life on the ride from the airport) and went to Zond-7's where I laid down to work and was able to complain neurotically, ate a tuna sandwich with the new super nice organic produce delivery, chocolate, pecked at more work, nursed my cramps, and calmed the hell down. Back to the hotel this time in a cab (since it is a 10 dollar cab ride but like 50 bucks a microsecond to park in the hotel garage.) Hotel = superswank.
The parties rocked - I saw SJ - Squid - Skud - Jenijen - Jenny - Maria - Beth Kanter - omg everyone - there was a lot of hugging - we had our photos taken for new hi res pix on the site - I committed "bloggerface" - I felt mildly bewildered that everyone else was going off to special invite-only parties and I had not been asked to any - And yet not really that jealous at all - Just in the minor way that I would like to say no instead of feeling left out. Got over it. Felt a little like Nathan Barley myself for a few minutes there... I imagined myself shoving my computer into someone's face and going look - "TRASHBAT.COCK". this image kept me giggling - and kept me going. Hugged 20 million more people... met lovebabz and Lauren and Adrienne from Black Woman in Europe - gossiped some more with Beth - talked with Claudia who writes for El Tiempo - had a rum and coke - videoed erin and laurie and some others on the wii boxing. I picked up some emily's list swag and also those free wine charms (oops! ones). I then hauled ass out of there to get another cab to just a few blocks away to see Eddie Izzard. I started out mildly hostile from the somewhat clumsy attempts at "local san francisco " humor and because the callbacks (bits where he'd go back and reference an earlier bit) were also sort of klutzy and I felt un-trusting that they would not be dumb. But, then they weren't, and they all built up and became really good. My other main criticism is that slapping creationism is kind of a cheap shot. It worked and it was funny but a combination of things meant that I could see the show as being a reach for a particular profundity by Izzard and it didn't quite get there. But, close. If he had said the word "stromatolite" i might have forgiven a bit more. Go a little deeper please, on all of it... it would be funnier... even if not everyone gets it... I wondered if it was dumbed down on purpose to be accessible. I did like the sparta bits and hannibal bits... Did his god moments get near cosby's god and noah? Or are my memories of cosby's god and noah a bit rusty - because I thought they got near to it. So on the great side, Izzard swayed me around to his side and I was laughing my ass off by the last half of the show. He was doing like 5 levels of the "callbacks" at once until they were layered up very ridiculously and the traumatized squirrel survivor of the ark was helping feed skittles to the plague frogs and half the 10 commandments ended up from the squirrel. (10. when someone comes, run up a tree ) and giraffes were playing charades and then a velociraptor in a derby hat (who was really god) has a conversation with jesus about spiders having sex, and bjorn borg/boromir does a whole tennis match with new coached inter-thwock grunting sound effects and you can see all of it perfectly well though it's imaginary, that's really impressive!
Rook liked it but I think was reserved about the cheap shots. Zond-7 had the comedian's critique which I will not attempt to explain. I liked it very much though I wanted more or better, somehow. More depth to outweigh the jokes.