Comedian Erin Conroy: August 2009

Comedian Erin Conroy

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

B*tches Be Crazy

Sorry there haven't been blogs for a while - but with good cause. My Mom was in town, and I was squiring her all over NYC and Annapolis for a few days. We had a great week - and I woke up earlier than on any other vacation I have ever taken in my life. Because my Mom thinks waking up past 8am is wasting her entire day. So I would make the mistake of getting up at 6:30am to use the facilities, and when I got out of the bathroom she would be standing in front of me saying, "Well, since you're already up...", and I would be whisked out of my apartment at some ungodly hour. But it worked out well, because I got to spend the extra time sweating to death on the streets of NYC. This city is an absolute nightmare in the summer, and no Mr. Frosty - you're not helping.

Today my friends Kathriona and Ger arrive!!! Yay!!!! Haven't seen them in...2 years? Dang. Excitement! They are flying in from Dublin to attend the Buffalo Irish Festival this weekend. Which is awesome for me and all Conroys, and ridiculous for them.

More details on both visits soon. In the meantime, whoa. This video is hilarious and terrifying at the same time. Bitches be crazy:

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Dance Magic Dance

I know you're not going to believe this, but there were movies made before "Labyrinth". The art of filmmaking existed, though it was of course flawed and struggling until the celluloid perfection that is "Labyrinth" was created. Behold! Some of it's puppet-stringed glory!:
So imagine my shock and disbelief when someone told me the other day that the wonderfully recognizable nonsense exchange between David Bowie and muppet was lifted from a Cary Grant movie!! Behold a second time!:

The Quote starts quickly and ends 20 seconds in. But don't let that stop you from enjoying the song and dance afterwards. And now, the clip from the Cary Grant movie:

The quote doesn't start until 1:53 in that one, and I suggest you fast-forward to it unless you like your movies black-and-white and your "Gee Whiz!"s earnest.

Isn't that crazy? Nearly the exact same dialogue. What other secrets lay hidden within the Labyrinth? Besides a way to the Goblin Castle, I mean.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

What A Week

I cannot wait for this week to be over. Not just because my bestie Melissa is coming into NYC for the weekend, but also because it has just been a monster of a week. The one bright spot was the Mets game I attended with some friends on Tuesday. It was a highlight because we had beer and hot dogs and fun, NOT because of the Mets. They stink on ice.

We were sitting in the "Promenade" section at the new Shea Stadium (F- off, Citibank), which is a fancy name for the nosebleeds. You can still see almost the entire field, so they're not bad seats at all. However we were fairly certain that the altitude was getting to us, because the most ridiculous things were appearing hilarious to us. For example, there was an advertisement over center field for a Planter's Peanuts "Nut Bar". I think I blacked out I was laughing so hard.

Also, we were surrounded by a group of fiercely outspoken preteen boys. These young-uns were hollering important advice ("David Wright! Hit a home run!!") as well as ego-shattering taunts ("Throw the ball, don't scratch your balls!"). I felt like we were one poorly-organized chant away from total chaos.

You know who else made me feel old this week? The kid from Best Buy who helped me buy a mouse yesterday. I told him what kind of computer I had, and that I was having some trouble connecting to the internet*, and he nearly threw up all over me with disgust. "Lady! You've gotta UPGRADE! That computer is so oooold. You need to upgrade, seriously Lady. I can't believe you even wanna buy a new mouse for it, it's so old!"...etc. etc. I just stood there, eyes narrowed and imagining what it would be like to murder him and steal his youth to better stymie the crippling effects of age. I don't think I've ever been seriously called "Lady" in my entire life. It's worse than "maam" in my opinion, because it carries with it some very outdated and Southern connotations. Like this Best Buy rep thought I should be in a rocking chair on a porch somewhere talking about my preferred sweet tea recipe and saying "I do declare!" every time a young passerby didn't lift his hat when he walked by.

What's that? Why yes, I do get most of my stereotypes from cartoons.

* Yeah- when I have internet troubles, my first thought is "it must be the mouse". That's how computer-savvy I am. Shut up and eat your sloppy joe.