November 30th, 2009


A surreal Sunday of masks and monsters

How have I missed Santo films until now?!

As I'd heard vaguely about, Santo was one of the most famous lucha libre wrestlers in Mexico in the middle of the last century, wrestling while wearing (always wearing) a mask and also starring in surreal motion pictures where he's a superhero battling evil. Now I've seen one! Last night I did what I usually don't do and went out on a Sunday night, because the Mt. Tabor theater hosted a screening of Santo and the Blue Demon Versus the Monsters (1969 or 1970, depending on what website I've looked at) (oo! Another link!) with a local comedy group called The Seventh Planet cracking wise at the flick. Fun, and with a cracked-out movie to have it with. Whoa. Unfortunately I was too shy, as I too often am, and didn't say hi to anyone in the theater until the very end, when I briefly spoke with last night's commentator Tara Dublin. And by then, I was tired and less coherent. Okay, I hope I'm rested and sounding intelligent next time I run into her!

A cab got me home afterward, as I wanted to get home and get to bed expeditiously. And wake up enough the next day to be able to use words like "expeditiously." Note to self: About $10 from the Hawthorne neighborhood to home = not a bad deal.
Flavored Calories.

It's like it was meant to happen

Being ESPN-less at home, and wanting to watch the Saints tonight on Monday Night Football, I treated myself to bar food. First item on the menu I wanted: not available tonight (it was a smoked salmon salad) and what did I see on the menu then but a catfish po'boy. Catfish. Po'boy. Both of them foods you're likely to eat in the same city where the Saints were figuratively running over the Patriots (even with some Patriots almost literally running over Saints).

So I ordered it (with the catfish blackened, don't hate me, docbrite, I wasn't in the mood for fried), and enjoyed the taste and the elegance along with the game. (My eating of it was not elegant. I made a mess.)

A bit in docbrite's The Value of X ran through my head during this where Rickey's culinary classmate, the guy who's developing a mad-on for Rickey, disparages New Orleanians for eating catfish because they're "bottom feeders." "Yeah," Rickey says, "because they taste good." True. Except for anyone who doesn't like catfish.

In other news, I really do want to visit New Orleans someday. Maybe after I consistently pronounce "New Orleans" correctly.
Cartoon Chris

Two, two, two cool-ass events in one! One venue, I mean.

I'll likely wind up at the Bagdad two nights in a row this week.

Thursday night it'll be open to show the University of Oregon-Oregon State "FINALLY a team from Oregon's gonna go to the Rose Bowl again, now we just find out which" football game. Play a good game, men!

Friday night: sing-along-if-you-wanna Nightmare Before Christmas, courtesy Cort and Fatboy. Should actually be dry this time, unlike last Midnight Movie. 21 and older and in Portland and in possession of three bucks? You should go!