We invited PhotogRod over for dinner and a free movie at the OzFlix festival last Saturday night.

PhotogRod: Thanks for getting me out of my apartment tonight. The café below our apartment is hosting another rock band and I know I’m going to do something crazy if I have to call the manager and the landlord and the police again.

Sharkboy: That has got to suck.

PR: It sounds like I’m just hovering over the band, it’s so loud. Last week they had a punk band. I hate punk bands!

Dead Robot: At least you don’t have a drunk guy above your head.

PR: Are your neighbours bad?

DR: We hear him in the hallway going up the stairs every so often. I think he’s got a night job in a bar. Or at least he’s been in a bar because a couple times he stumbles. Twice he’s woke us up by having to be brought home by friends or police.

PR: No!

SB: Yep! A couple times we’ve been woken up by him falling out of bed or off his couch.

PR: Ha!

DR: True! It sounds like a sack of melons in a bag hitting the floor. BLUBBABDDUBUBAUBU!

PR: But it’s not as bad as a rock band.

SB: True. Hey the apartment we looked at before coming here just came available. It’s right by Carlton and Ontario and its sweeeeeet. Two storey, 2 1/5 bedroom, open kitchen/livingroom, overlooking Carlton. Huge south facing patio.

PR: Really?

SB: Yeah but it’s a bit pricey. When we looked at it a couple years back it was $1700. Plus utilities.

PR: Kinda steep.

DR: Get a third to share or insist that PhotogBill’s harps pay rent. They take up a lot of room. Here. Try the chips, they’re Lay’s Spicy Curry.

PR: (chomp) They taste like shoe. But strangely addictive.

SB: Yes! They do! They make my bum explode.

(BAM! BONK!)

PR: Man your cat is crazy.

SB: He gets really rowdy sometimes. He’s a destroyer. We can’t keep the carpet in the hallway or the throw on our bed neat and in one place. As soon as you make the bed, wham! It’s crumpled on the floor.

DR: Let me try this camera and get a shot of the cat without a non-reflective creepy eye.

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DR: Aw fuck it. Hey dinner is on. “Damn Quesadillas� with rice and over-cumin-ed chicken!

PR: So you saw this “Kenny� guy yesterday?

DR: At the OzFlix opening night, yeah. He was dreaaaamy!

SB: I’ve never seen Deadrobot so star struck!

DR: Thank god for Sharkboy. I stood there like a lump hoping to make eye contact so we could get him to pose, but this Shane Jacobson is the kind of guy that pays attention to whoever he’s focused on. At one point Sharkboy said “Hey! Mr Kenny!� and the woman beside him looked at him and said “It’s ‘Shane.’ �

SB: I said: ‘He’s Mr Kenny to me tonight’. She just turned away.

DR: But we got a few moments with him and Sharkboy got my pic with him. Here.

PR: He’s hot.

DR: Uh hunn! A great guy. Originally he was a roadie for music videos and he started to do improv comedy. He and his brother were goofing around creating characters and he did the first 5 minutes of the film on video his brother’s camera. They loved “Kenny� so much they built the movie around him.

PR: The power of comedy!

DR: Too right!

Later, at the Theatre:

DR: Hey there’s that frigging image I wish we could ban from using for at least 20 years. It’s in all our marketing material. All of it!

SB: Shhh! The event co-ordinator is going to speak.

DR: He looks embarrassed about the Gay Mardi Gras Foam Party on Saturday.

SB: I’m embarrassed about the Foam Party. Who wants to go get wet ‘n foamy in the dead of February? Bah.

DR: Originally it was just going to be Priscilla drag queens and such – Sydney on Dundas, but it ballooned to a Foam Party. Gay excess strikes again.

After the movie:

EmCee: We have a special treat tonight. We actually have Kenny here in the audience. Come on down Kenny!

PR: HE TOUCHED MY HAND!

DR: That Canadian guy who really works for a porta-potty company, named Ken, certainly made his night. Bravo.

SB: You should have done that.

DR: Damn.

A nod of thanks to Brett Lamb for the “diablog” idea.