(This week’s Secondhand SCIENCE whut-whut is all about gravitational lensing. You wanna bend some starlight? Then you’ll need a black hole or a galaxy or a certain singer’s badonkadonk. Check it out.)
Things are a little hectic this week, with a current events sketch show tomorrow to prep for, and some writing deadlines looming on the horizon. Or in some cases, looming directly over my shoulder.
“Deadline breath smells like old garlic and fear, by the way.”
Deadline breath smells like old garlic and fear, by the way. Not a good time.
So, in lieu of anything substantive word-wise, please to be enjoying this clip of our Always on Deck sketch group, shaking our collective thang at the Best of Boston Sketch Festival at ImprovBoston a few nights ago. It’s ten minutes of paradise.
Okay, maybe not “paradise”, exactly. Poughkeepsie? Plattsburgh? Peoria?
Yeah. Peoria sounds about right. We’re ten minutes of Peoria. Come and get it, sunshine.Permalink | No Comments