Sunday, May 15, 2005
NOHO ARTS FESTIVAL
After spending the better part of a half hour trying to figure out how to park anywhere near it, Linds and I finally arrived at the NoHo Arts Festival (more some other day about my hate of the term "NOHO"). We really had no idea what it was supposed to be or even where it was supposed to be, but we knew it was in NOrth HOllywood and that it was probably in the vicinity of the giant Ferris wheel that could be seen from a mile away.
It was about a quarter to 8 when we stepped upon Lankershim Boulevard, usually one of the busier streets in the valley but this day it was closed for about 10 city blocks to acccomodate the festival. Most of the event was devoted to the "arts", that is, the manufactured theater industry in the neighborhood and some stands featuring local artists and craftsmen. Neighborhood businesses also participated (booming business for the Dairy Queen this day...it was quite warm). We got to see about 4 or 5 of those before we realized the Arts bit of the festival was gonna close in 5 minutes. So we turned around and thought we'd check out the festival bit of the festival, which seemed to be bustling with activity. There was exactly one food stand selling the usual crap (churros, popcorn, corn dogs) and as far as the eye can see, carnie-run booths and questionable-safety rides. We played a couple of the games (I won Lindsey a small monkeyish-bear looking stuffed creature by throwing darts at inflated balloons, which might have been cathartic if it didn't cost me a buck a dart) and didn't even mention trying out any of the rides.
From the moment we arrived to when decided to am-scray, it was a full 20 minutes or so. But it was a nice diversion and we've been jonesing for a carnival atmosphere lately. Perhaps we'll go back today and take in all that art we missed.
Not satisfied with the cold churro we shared (which we waited 5 minutes for because it was "fresh out 'the oven"), we decided to find a place to dine. Linds joked that we should eat at the restaurant where Robert Blake allegedly killed his wife. I said, "Okay." I don't think Linds expected me to take her seriously, but now I was curious to find out if it was the restaurant that drove Blake to pop a cap in his wife's whatever.
We arrived at Vitello's and decided to dine outside. It was a beautiful night and it might have been more romantic had it not been on the sidewalk where the alcoholics were out taking their smoke breaks and bothering the other diners. Still, it was a nice night and the food was decent (I did not order the dish named after Gary Marshall). Neither of us were driven to murder the other, so that was good. We might have capped off the night by visiting the nearby Brady Bunch house, only blocks away, but we headed home.
On the way back, we hit the video store and rented Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (a movie I hadn't seen yet...we watched most of it last night before passing out) and Alice Sweet Alice, a horror movie starring a very young Brooke Shields. We've been wanting to see this for awhile so it may be tonight's entertainment. Hope we can sleep afterwards.
LONE SAUSAGE HAPPENINGS
Earlier in the day we had a voice recording session with Breehn, Jason, and myself for the upcoming Lone Sausage short film, Roybertito's 60 Second Spot. My good friend Matt was running the boards in the recording booth at Chace Sound in Burbank. We had a great time and I even participated in a couple of the recordings. The production is moving along surprisingly smooth. Perhaps it's because I have less hands-on duties on this one than the last one. I hope that's not the case.
DAVE CHAPPELLE DID NOT GO CRAZY AND IS NOT ON CRACK
Apparently, all is explained on TIME.com this morning (which I don't have access to since I have no subscription) and in TIME Magazine tomorrow. I didn't buy the NEWSWEEK article so I'll probably not buy the TIME one, but I'm glad the kid's okay. I knew it had something to do with the 50 mil he was getting. That much money might drive lesser comedians into the loving arms of drugs or the six arms of crazy, but Chappelle doesn't seem to be that kinda dude.
And now, Bizarro.
After spending the better part of a half hour trying to figure out how to park anywhere near it, Linds and I finally arrived at the NoHo Arts Festival (more some other day about my hate of the term "NOHO"). We really had no idea what it was supposed to be or even where it was supposed to be, but we knew it was in NOrth HOllywood and that it was probably in the vicinity of the giant Ferris wheel that could be seen from a mile away.
It was about a quarter to 8 when we stepped upon Lankershim Boulevard, usually one of the busier streets in the valley but this day it was closed for about 10 city blocks to acccomodate the festival. Most of the event was devoted to the "arts", that is, the manufactured theater industry in the neighborhood and some stands featuring local artists and craftsmen. Neighborhood businesses also participated (booming business for the Dairy Queen this day...it was quite warm). We got to see about 4 or 5 of those before we realized the Arts bit of the festival was gonna close in 5 minutes. So we turned around and thought we'd check out the festival bit of the festival, which seemed to be bustling with activity. There was exactly one food stand selling the usual crap (churros, popcorn, corn dogs) and as far as the eye can see, carnie-run booths and questionable-safety rides. We played a couple of the games (I won Lindsey a small monkeyish-bear looking stuffed creature by throwing darts at inflated balloons, which might have been cathartic if it didn't cost me a buck a dart) and didn't even mention trying out any of the rides.
From the moment we arrived to when decided to am-scray, it was a full 20 minutes or so. But it was a nice diversion and we've been jonesing for a carnival atmosphere lately. Perhaps we'll go back today and take in all that art we missed.
Not satisfied with the cold churro we shared (which we waited 5 minutes for because it was "fresh out 'the oven"), we decided to find a place to dine. Linds joked that we should eat at the restaurant where Robert Blake allegedly killed his wife. I said, "Okay." I don't think Linds expected me to take her seriously, but now I was curious to find out if it was the restaurant that drove Blake to pop a cap in his wife's whatever.
We arrived at Vitello's and decided to dine outside. It was a beautiful night and it might have been more romantic had it not been on the sidewalk where the alcoholics were out taking their smoke breaks and bothering the other diners. Still, it was a nice night and the food was decent (I did not order the dish named after Gary Marshall). Neither of us were driven to murder the other, so that was good. We might have capped off the night by visiting the nearby Brady Bunch house, only blocks away, but we headed home.
On the way back, we hit the video store and rented Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (a movie I hadn't seen yet...we watched most of it last night before passing out) and Alice Sweet Alice, a horror movie starring a very young Brooke Shields. We've been wanting to see this for awhile so it may be tonight's entertainment. Hope we can sleep afterwards.
LONE SAUSAGE HAPPENINGS
Earlier in the day we had a voice recording session with Breehn, Jason, and myself for the upcoming Lone Sausage short film, Roybertito's 60 Second Spot. My good friend Matt was running the boards in the recording booth at Chace Sound in Burbank. We had a great time and I even participated in a couple of the recordings. The production is moving along surprisingly smooth. Perhaps it's because I have less hands-on duties on this one than the last one. I hope that's not the case.
DAVE CHAPPELLE DID NOT GO CRAZY AND IS NOT ON CRACK
Apparently, all is explained on TIME.com this morning (which I don't have access to since I have no subscription) and in TIME Magazine tomorrow. I didn't buy the NEWSWEEK article so I'll probably not buy the TIME one, but I'm glad the kid's okay. I knew it had something to do with the 50 mil he was getting. That much money might drive lesser comedians into the loving arms of drugs or the six arms of crazy, but Chappelle doesn't seem to be that kinda dude.
And now, Bizarro.
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