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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
My Harmontown Evening
So, depending on whether you know me in real life, you may or may not know that I went to Harmontown tonight. If you don't know what Harmontown is, I'm not going to explain to you here. Go listen to the podcast, it's amazing and engrossing and funny and weird and, like most television, best when enjoyed serially.
Afterwards, my friend Matt and I went to The Drawing Room along with some of the folks from the podcast and I expressed my love and admiration for Spencer (who looks precisely like a Dungeon Master SHOULD look, ie very wise and bearded) and talked briefly with Dan Harmon who I THOUGHT had been putting Sam Cooke songs on the jukebox which would've been awesome but instead was getting money from the ATM which was completely normal if not totally awesome. But he was hella chill and cheersed me and I felt too weird to engage him in a conversation about his inadvertent Lindsey Weir costume which probably would've taken some explaining and man, it's like, I'd really like to just talk to these guys (Jeff Davis included, he's so adorable & I was gonna say impish but really it's Deanish) but even at a tiny bar post-Harmontown I feel like I'm imposing which is my own constructed bullshit & probably partly Matt's fault (sorry, Matt) but that doesn't mean it makes me feel magically confident (which I usually am, BTW, magically confident is kind of my middle name) or anything.
There's this weird paradox with comedians-as-celebrities where, because these days they often share a lot of their real, personal selves with the public, they seem more accessible. And man, I can't wait until I live in LA and can go to Harmontown every week and become the token queer chick and all of that. It'll happen. But until then I just feel like an asshole talking to them. They don't want to talk to me. They want to talk to their friends! And while *I* think I'm awesome, thinking that in public makes me an asshole. Or maybe not, who fucking knows. I still can't really figure out what's going on with some of the Harmontown regulars who are, as my friend Katie would say, totally Aspy. Part of me wants to act just like them and put myself out there, and part of me hates them for being just as narcissistic as I myself definitely am.
I think that last sentence sums up a lot of aspects of LA culture.
In conclusion, Sir Dan Harmon: I am even more awesome than everyone else (yes, I am an "awesome" girl, Dan). I enjoyed the "Fag" anecdote as much as I enjoyed the faggot episode of South Park, which is to say A WHOLE FUCKING LOT...but wish you had called for at least one of us gays to join your multicultural coalition (I would've been much more funny and MUCH less creepy than the Puerto Rican girl). I could sit in a tiny room and watch you all play Dungeon and Dragons FOR YEARS. And wearing that coat with even semi-baggy jeans makes you look like you're in a half-hearted Lindsey Weir costume. JUST FYI. All you need is a brunette wig and to get Jeff wicked stoned so he can be Jason Segel.
Wish I could be there for Jarreth week next week. Come on tour to San Francisco. Next time, make the jukebox your bitch. And I love you all forever, in the least creepy and most narcissistic way possible.
Thus ends my first LiveJournal entry in many a year.
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I don't know how to agree with this more. I hung around Dan for abit my first live Harmontown (I'd slowly grown to be an obsessive podcast follower some time before) and! He was just, very human. Unfortunately there is only so much Dan to go around, and I can see everyone enjoys his company more than they're probably comfortable expressing. I started thinking about why we're actually there though, to supposably build a colony "with like-minded misfits" at some point. I don't know to what extent that's going, but I know everytime I listen I'm thankful for each minute above 60 it goes on for, and that I just want Harmontown overflow into something more than this hourlong diddy. I think I have to write my own blog about this : /
ReplyDeleteI'm normal !
"I'm normal!" is, I believe the Harmenian screed, immediately subtitled by "Well, not 'normal', but I'm not a fucking creep."
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. I agree that it was nice to socialize with other folks besides Dan - if we're going to colonize the moon, might as well forge some solidarity beyond "Well, we all know intimate details about Dan Harmon's butthole..."
As soon as they start talking about ending the show, I think, "Oh good! We've got another solid half hour of brilliantly failed endings!" It really is a fantastic gift - can't wait to go again.