stupidity supreme

Music: Gene Love Jezebel: Immigrant; and Fugazi End Hits At this point, I'm not sure what else I can do to destroy my career, although I have a feeling this year's slate of NCA panel performances will help toward that end. I've been working for some days (months, actually), on my piece for Ruth Bowman's chaired panel, titled, " Mens Sana in Corpore Sana." The title of my piece is, "Supercolon (:) Kandoo!" For this presentation, I will play an audio piece while I hold up cardboard signs with messages on them.

Here are versions of the audio portions of my paper, which will be played on a boom box.

The FIRST audio clip is a blooper; I've had quite a hard time recording this thing because I start laughing and cannot get through the script.

Here's the FIFTH audio clip, which is edited (to take out my giggles), and to which I'll be flipping some cardboard messages (for example, in the part in which I say something about wiping the ass of a big name, I'll hold up a super-sized photograph of Michael Bowman, which will be subtitled, "NCA's Man-Thing").

I've had a blast today putting this stuff together; gosh knows it will bomb in Boston. Do I care? Well, after two bourbon on the rocks . . . not really. See most of y'all who read this thing real soon like!