||[Apr. 11th, 2007|01:20 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
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The human cochlea and peripheral sensory end organs complete their normal development by 24 weeks of gestation. Ultrasonographic observations of blink-startle responses to vibroacoustic stimulation are first elicited at 24 to 25 weeks of gestation.
And I didn't even have to buy a seperate ticket for her.
I am pleased to report that both Sean and Bob are back to short hair/no facial hair. I think we all remember Sean's ill-conceived soul patch and that weird thing Bob was doing for a while with his hair. These days, admittedly, Bob looks a bit like he's at a Phish concert (I didn't say it, Sean did) but he's still adorable and full of energy.
They boys were in fine spirits last night. Very silly, very peppy, and very into it. Lots of bouncing around, lots of messing with each other, and either three or four new songs. I loved two of them, I think the other sounds like Alan wrote it while consulting the Sweet Valley High Manual on Songwriting for Those Who Feel Deeply and are Misunderstood.. but this is Alan, I'm sure I'll grow to love it.
There was lots of interacting with the audience, including a protracted bit on how Alan had fond memories of Harrisonburg, VA and had been looking forward to returning only to wake up this morning in an entirely different city. He allowed as how he liked this particular city and was happy to be here, that he'd enjoyed looking around and a long walk by the river, but was still trying to adust to not being in Harrisonburg. Sean, bless him, just kept staring at him like "You daft prick" and finally leaned into the microphone and said "Alan.. we're in Pennsylvania." For the rest of the show whenever Alan went off on a tangent Sean would say "Alan.. we're in Pennsylvania." I *heart* them so.
Alan had sucked up to the locals and had booty to show for it, a ginormous Hershey bar. Which Sean promptly swiped, opened, and started eating. Alan was all "Dude, WTF, my candy bar!" and Sean was all "*adorable*" and I was all "*melty*" And then Sean allowed as how if they got any further off on this tangent Bob was going to beat them with his fiddle. Bob made sure to glower suitably when they turned around, but he was in just as good a mood as the rest of them.
I got most of my favorites, including When I am King, Lukey, and Sea of No Cares. I even cheered to When I'm Up and Consequence Free, which are not my favorites and on which I am rapidly burning out. Still, it had been a while and I'd missed them. Steve enjoyed himself thoroughly, bounding out of his seat for several numbers and singing along to the entirety of Run Runaway. *happiness*
And now? Multimedia.
Ye Olde Blurry Sean. I kept the flash off and so I kept ending up with this kind of effect. It's.. um... artistic. Yeah.
Everybody's up for the Slade cover. And who can blame them. Say.. what's that sexy head in the green sweater? Oh yeah, that's mine. :D
About this I have two things to say. 1) Please notice how everyone else in the picture is sitting down (in our incredibly tightly packed seats that were saved from being irritating by also being obscenely close to the stage) except for these two and their daughters. Now. I'm all for bringing kids to shows.. clearly. I mean, I didn't wait until this one was born before dragging her out. And I'm all for the "See the show from Daddy's shoulders" thing.. hell, if I could get away with it I'd *still* do that. But dude. You are 6'4" and your wife ain't exactly wee either. If you're going to hoist the kid up, do it from THE BACK! There's no need for the kid to be that high up if you're STANDING DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE STAGE!
Also? I appreciate that when you hoisted the kid up you then smooshed yourself against the wall (whatever good it did, because you're wide as well as tall), but when you started bouncing you kept moving further and further out. The end result is that eventually all Steve and this couple to his right got to see was Bob's feet and your kid's butt. Not to mention your butt. Your kids would have had EXACTLY the same view standing on their own seats, they'd have had an unobstructed angle to the stage. And so would Steve. As opposed to this picture. Kid butt. Have some compassion, stand when the rest of us stand or stand out of the way. I, for example, spent the last half of the show tucked off to the side standing below the lip of one of the box seats. I cleared it with the guys in the box first, I didn't block anyone's view, and the guy next to me didn't have to deal with my ass anymore. Everyone wins.
And 2) Not long after this picture was taken one of the girls got tired and leaned to the side against what looked to be a secured wall panel. In fact, a movable acoustic panel which can be adjusted to deal with sound levels for shows with more sophisticated sound needs. She found out the hard way that the bottom half of the panel swings inwards and then she took a six foot digger onto the floor. Now see, that wouldn't have happened if she'd been seated in her chair. Or even standing on her chair.
End of preachiness, promise.
Videos when YouTube and I manage to settle our unfortunate spat.