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chenanceouI'm in the apartment, nuking Lean Cuisine Supreme Pizza (my ancestors roll in their graves as I type this, I'm sure) and I realise that I better start packing - tomorrow I'm D.C. bound. It's the Library of Congress Book Festival and it's John Irving, Neil Gaiman (yes, again) and, I must confess, Outlander's Diana Gabaldon. D.C. is the National Portrait Gallery and my love for museums needs some nurturing - sadly neglected on this trip, it's been sulking in a corner, lamenting the state of the world. D.C. (or close enough you can drive there) is also the Renaissance Faire. Sue me, but I've never been to one and got pretty much stoked when told I could actually just... go there. I'm trying to get my thous and thees straight - fake Renaissance English is not my first language.
So that's the future - though what little details, brush strokes and colour Destiny will add to this particular painting, I do not know. *Sarah Bernhardt pose*
The past. (Previously on... sounds in my head and it's always ASH's voice doing it.) We (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drujan, rusty_halo and jerrymcl89 we) went to see Corpse Bride. I hadn't seen drujan for the longest time and the woman looks great *waves* but she left way too early.
After the cinema a quick stop at Forbidden Planet on Broadway. What can I say? Comics wherever you look... Action figures, busts... I got my first DALEK! It's heaven. *sigh*
We ate at a really good Thai restaurant called Pukk - though the decor left me cold with all the minute octagonal tiles, the food was hot and spicy (lame review, but I'm no food critic). Then on to San Marcos on St. Mark's - aren't they clever? - where we first had the sweetest waiter ever (he remembered my drink) and then, after his shift, we were basically moved to sit with the rats.jerrymcl89 left us before the NY rats - having a train to catch. The rest of the evening was spent showing photos, talking about pretentious people, how all men should wear eyeliner, the ability to obsess over things and other v. important subjects I can't recall at the present.
Corpse Bride. I'll have to think about it. Has life done something screwy to Tim Burton? First the Chocolate Factory thing and now this. I don't want to not like this, so I'll watch it again and then make up my mind. Laura does have a point when she says expectations, when it comes to Mr. Burton, are pretty reefer-madness-high. Amazing possibilities for merchandise though.
Something funny I came across reading LJ (and not even trying to catch up) - the benefit at CBGBs (Where most of the staff was less than pleasant, but hey... they are being evicted so perhaps that's why they basically ripped me off a ticket) was a really cool evening. When Mr. Gaiman started to read everybody was riveted - and I don't think it was only relief that it was finally his turn - and both the poem and the story were pretty frelling good. The new short story, How to Talk to Girls at Parties managed to be funny, scary, touching, and a autobiographical [story] full of lies. Mr. Gaiman has a good reading voice, but also knows how to act the parts out and we were all captivated by the story - one could almost hear a pin drop during the pauses the author made.
But... wait, this is CBGBs! During the CMJ Music Marathon? How could it be so damn silent?! This is how!
We, there to hear the readings, would have been silent anyway - the story was just that good. It's very un-Ramones-y of me, but I'm glad they kept the bands "quelled".
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overheardinny moment of my very own!
Goth chick on St. Marks talking about punk rockers:
They spit and fart, but they are still sweet.
;)
So that's the future - though what little details, brush strokes and colour Destiny will add to this particular painting, I do not know. *Sarah Bernhardt pose*
The past. (Previously on... sounds in my head and it's always ASH's voice doing it.) We (
drujan, rusty_halo and jerrymcl89 we) went to see Corpse Bride. I hadn't seen drujan for the longest time and the woman looks great *waves* but she left way too early. After the cinema a quick stop at Forbidden Planet on Broadway. What can I say? Comics wherever you look... Action figures, busts... I got my first DALEK! It's heaven. *sigh*
We ate at a really good Thai restaurant called Pukk - though the decor left me cold with all the minute octagonal tiles, the food was hot and spicy (lame review, but I'm no food critic). Then on to San Marcos on St. Mark's - aren't they clever? - where we first had the sweetest waiter ever (he remembered my drink) and then, after his shift, we were basically moved to sit with the rats.
jerrymcl89 left us before the NY rats - having a train to catch. The rest of the evening was spent showing photos, talking about pretentious people, how all men should wear eyeliner, the ability to obsess over things and other v. important subjects I can't recall at the present. Corpse Bride. I'll have to think about it. Has life done something screwy to Tim Burton? First the Chocolate Factory thing and now this. I don't want to not like this, so I'll watch it again and then make up my mind. Laura does have a point when she says expectations, when it comes to Mr. Burton, are pretty reefer-madness-high. Amazing possibilities for merchandise though.
Something funny I came across reading LJ (and not even trying to catch up) - the benefit at CBGBs (Where most of the staff was less than pleasant, but hey... they are being evicted so perhaps that's why they basically ripped me off a ticket) was a really cool evening. When Mr. Gaiman started to read everybody was riveted - and I don't think it was only relief that it was finally his turn - and both the poem and the story were pretty frelling good. The new short story, How to Talk to Girls at Parties managed to be funny, scary, touching, and a autobiographical [story] full of lies. Mr. Gaiman has a good reading voice, but also knows how to act the parts out and we were all captivated by the story - one could almost hear a pin drop during the pauses the author made.
But... wait, this is CBGBs! During the CMJ Music Marathon? How could it be so damn silent?! This is how!
We, there to hear the readings, would have been silent anyway - the story was just that good. It's very un-Ramones-y of me, but I'm glad they kept the bands "quelled".
And a
overheardinny moment of my very own!Goth chick on St. Marks talking about punk rockers:
They spit and fart, but they are still sweet.
;)
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Date: 2005-09-22 04:54 pm (UTC)amen!!!
i keep telling eric this...
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:30 pm (UTC)Nonetheless, it was a good time, and good to see you again. Can't say I particularly regret missing the rats.
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Date: 2005-09-22 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 08:40 pm (UTC)Bring him with you :) He lives half the year up here anyway.
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:46 pm (UTC)*wanders off pouting and trying not to be all envious*