Yellow Dog and I cleared out our storage unit last weekend, which means that this weekend we're going through all of the boxes of things we thought were important to save.
It's taking awhile.
One thing found among his items: a poster-sized enlargement of a behind-the-scenes photograph of the improv group he was in (and founded, I believe) in college called "Laffsnax."
I made fun of him (rightfully so).
But of course I was just reminded that I was in a sketch comedy group. I was reminded of this because I went through a folder titled "college" and found four programs. Note the theme in my bios:
"She can hash your browns!"
"knows Hanes is not just underwear."
"refuses to be a hot, steaming bowl of oatmeal."
"Mmm...this is good, I'm gonna save some of this for later."
I do believe that these are the equivalent of the facial hair Yellow Dog sported in the giant photograph.
Fair enough.
Posted by Ida at November 11, 2007 06:05 PMIt was the mid-90's, things were different then. You kids today just don't understand.
Posted by: Yellow Dog at November 12, 2007 09:37 AMFeh, you think you had it rough? Why, back in the late-70's, we had to put together improv groups using only rocks, sticks, and - if we were really lucky - a tattered, moldy copy of something by Viola Spolin.
Posted by: COMTE at November 12, 2007 10:34 AMLet me clear something up: the mockery has nothing to do with content and every little thing to do with the superficial wonder that is college ecoutrement: facial hair and terrible names.
But that's what college is for--get it done where and while it's excusable and you're paying for it.
The only reason that Yellow Dog gets the most mockery now is that we haven't stumbled across my box of photos yet...
Posted by: ida at November 12, 2007 02:23 PMRamona.
Posted by: Sean at November 14, 2007 11:19 AM...and possibly some tommy-toes.
Posted by: ida at November 14, 2007 08:49 PM