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Blogging from Kirsten's computer because my motherfucking power cord broke again, la la la, thank you Kirsten for letting me use your computer, la la la...

So we went to see Eddie Izzard last night. I've seen him four times on his last four tours, and although he rocked each time, each time the venues get progressively ~~smaller~~ LARGER (duh!) and the shows get correspondingly crappier.

The first time I saw him was during his "Glorious" tour and the venue was P.S. 122 and he was right up my nose and it was just the funniest thing I'd ever seen live at the time.

The next one, "Dress to Kill", at Westbeth on Bank Street was also pretty crampety, but a little larger. It was good because there was beer. I saw Tracey Ullman in the scuzzy ladies' room. But it wasn't as Glorious as Glorious. The crampety-er the better with Izzard; he makes these little worlds, involving lots of mime and subtle gestures and things, and so if he's in your face it's just funnier.

In 2000 there was "Circle" at the Town Hall where I almost fell asleep because it was way too big and our seats were off to the side. But he was funny, get me not wrong. Izzard he is. Funny he is.

So last night we saw "Sexie" at Manhattan Theatre Club and we were way up in the second tier-- there were tiers-- and he was a tiny ant, and hard to hear so I only got every other joke, and when I'm in a high seat at a theatre I get headaches trying to focus on the stage. I think I'm a bit nearsighted. Distances tend to blur. I should get that checked out. Anyway, so he was funny, I'm sure he was because I laughed, but I missed half the funny.

I miss the old days when he used to tell Macintosh jokes whilst practically sitting in my lap. I could use a Macintosh joke right now because my motherfucking power cord is broken.

Also, I took Nyquil to sleep and I'm up three hours later. Uh-oh.

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