The Runcible Blog

Yesterday, my father and I hiked around the Fells Forest (it's probably called something else) in Winchester. The weather was great, and the exercise was badly needed. The top of the hill offers a scenic vista of Boston and the Blue Hill further to the south. I even drank from a run-off stream from Winchester's reservoir and survived.

Later, we saw A Mighty Wind (Christopher Guest's latest "mocumentary"). It's like This is Spinal Tap for folk music, but "Spinal Tap" was definitely a better movie. There was a total of about 10 people in the theater, and a couple left halfway through the movie. "A Mighty Wind" features the same cast as Best in Show, which explains why the movie seems a bit derivative. It's very similar to "Best in Show" in the humor and character development. I had the feeling that I had seen the movie before, only with dogs instead of folk singers. But either way, it's not a bad movie. Harry Shearer, Michael McKean, and Christopher Guest are underrated comedians, if you ask me. If you want to pass the time before The Matrix Reloaded premieres, go see "A Mighty Wind".

(How's that for a review?)

(this might be a little gross)

Whenever I have to do #2 in a public bathroom, I'm usually struggling to keep myself from bursting out in laughter. The noises people make while moving their bowels are hilarious. First, you get the pre-dump farting -- sometimes it's just a squeak while other times it's a deep, throaty honker. Then comes the big push. You can tell that this squeeze requires a monumental effort; the groaning intensifies while the entire stall starts to shake. After a protracted labor period, the doo breaks free from its rectal prison and begins its free-fall like a crunchy brown cluster bomb, plunging into the turbid waters of the tidy bowl. Peeeeeeeeewwwww! Splash!

For the astute observer, this process provides a constant stream of comedy (to say nothing of the constant stream of fecal matter). Everybody has their own defecating idiosyncrasies -- their own unique anal timbre and primal pooping yell. As for me, I'm generally rather quiet while making an offering to the porcelain deity. I prefer to listen to others doing their business while having a good laugh inside my head.

This whole crappy observation is funny for me, but then again, I'm weird.