We live in exciting times, and myself especially so. These last few weeks have been a constant whirlwind of tremendous and noteworthy events--events which have been so...um...eventful, that, if I were to blog them, your heads would instantly implode under the extreme mass of the awesomeness. Your brains, upon reading of my deeds, would literally collapse into the infamous "Singularity of Overwhelming Excitedness."
Oh well, let's risk it, here's what I've been doing:
- Saved nine kittens from four separate burning buildings.
- Disarmed a nuclear warhead using only a teabag and some wax-paper.
- Formulated the grand unified theory, in my head.
- Misplaced my pen, subsequently forgetting the aforementioned theory.
- Attempted the Ramen Challenge, only to fail miserably.
- Went to a local AHT show, put on by the local AHTist coalition.
It's the last of these items I wish to discuss with you today. If only because it happens to be the most recent in my memory. The rest, I'm afraid, are smothered in too much of an adrenaline-induced haze to be recollected clearly.
Anyway, AHT show.
It's theme was that of Tainted Love (not necessarily the song, although it would make good mood music for this post), and featured angst-riddled tributes to lost love in the form of poetry, paintings, and poi. Oh, and formal cat portraits.
I wish I had more to show, but yet again my camera failed me by dying at the least opportune moment. Of all of the fabulous examples of artistic creation there that night, the only photo--THE ONLY PHOTO--was the blurry example featured above. But I guess that, in a way, it shows the transient nature of the art scene.
It will all be forgotten tomorrow.
Or not, some of it was pretty good. We'll see.
Oh, and they had free wine (classy), though it was from a jug and served in plastic cups (not so much).
