no revolution made by someone somewhere else
Good stuff and bad stuff.
The worst yesterday was finding out far too late that you had to fucking book for the Gaiman event at Kino and that naturally the whole thing was booked out. Talk about raging fury. I wasn't about to jostle with the expected five hundred Gaimanites who did book for a decent view so reminded myself I've already seen him on three separate occasions and will most likely get more chances in the future. *touches wood*
So I came home last night and consoled myself with more Vicar Of Dibley on DVD. Cos the good stuff that happened included having a ridiculously good hair day; buying Revolver; being slightly and surprisingly addicted to Chanel's Coco Mademoiselle --- when I asked about the price and got told it was over two hundred dollars, there nearly was hysterical laughter --- and getting the last ball of wool needed for the baby blanket, yay! I did also get to finish Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr but will review that in another post cos I have to leave soon.
Best thing today? Got to see the top of Neil's head at Dymocks cos he was already busy signing away --- poor Neil, poor Neil's hand --- and chatted with yet another fun girl at the cashier who made me laugh at all the Dymocks people strolling around, trying to look nonchalant while they apparently squeeed inside at proximity to Gaiman, Neil. Even I was instantly and infinitely happy just to glimpse the top of his mop head and know it was him. It's a Gaiman thing, can't help it.
When I bounced happily out of the store, I passed the lady with the mike talking up his books and she said he'd be in the store signing for the next half hour. He had barely started, it was a minute past one, and the line was almost to the back of the store. I laughed out loud. Half an hour?! Clearly, she's never been to a Gaiman signing.
Me, I'd just spent fifteen minutes leafing slowly through Psychedelic Renegades: Photos Of Syd Barrett By Mick Rock and moaning a little. Three photo shoots in what seemed like their entirety ... dark, evocative and often sexy ... and a couple of mini essays on their friendship. I want it sooooo much but totally cannot justify the purchase right now. One day, terrapin, one day. And it will join my A Wished For Song on the top of my bookshelf to gather dust and occasionally be brought down for a fondle.
But I bought The Night Watch which I've been wanting for ages and have finally decided to read before actually watching Day Watch. I'm still nervous about this translation business and was thinking today that it would be so cool if we could do that instant download thing from The Matrix so we could immediately read a book in its original language and not have to worry about losing anything in the translation.
Other good things: a slightly less good hair day; making the decision to restart the job hunt; picking up our Salome tickets; joining the NSW Writers Centre; and seeing a young Asian guy playing a didgeridoo in the middle of Pitt Street concourse. This being reason number five thousand why I love living in a city, in this city.
Eek, gotta go!
Or ... not. Damn. I was really looking forward to that.
No matter. Ugly Betty season premiere tonight, w000t!
The worst yesterday was finding out far too late that you had to fucking book for the Gaiman event at Kino and that naturally the whole thing was booked out. Talk about raging fury. I wasn't about to jostle with the expected five hundred Gaimanites who did book for a decent view so reminded myself I've already seen him on three separate occasions and will most likely get more chances in the future. *touches wood*
So I came home last night and consoled myself with more Vicar Of Dibley on DVD. Cos the good stuff that happened included having a ridiculously good hair day; buying Revolver; being slightly and surprisingly addicted to Chanel's Coco Mademoiselle --- when I asked about the price and got told it was over two hundred dollars, there nearly was hysterical laughter --- and getting the last ball of wool needed for the baby blanket, yay! I did also get to finish Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr but will review that in another post cos I have to leave soon.
Best thing today? Got to see the top of Neil's head at Dymocks cos he was already busy signing away --- poor Neil, poor Neil's hand --- and chatted with yet another fun girl at the cashier who made me laugh at all the Dymocks people strolling around, trying to look nonchalant while they apparently squeeed inside at proximity to Gaiman, Neil. Even I was instantly and infinitely happy just to glimpse the top of his mop head and know it was him. It's a Gaiman thing, can't help it.
When I bounced happily out of the store, I passed the lady with the mike talking up his books and she said he'd be in the store signing for the next half hour. He had barely started, it was a minute past one, and the line was almost to the back of the store. I laughed out loud. Half an hour?! Clearly, she's never been to a Gaiman signing.
Me, I'd just spent fifteen minutes leafing slowly through Psychedelic Renegades: Photos Of Syd Barrett By Mick Rock and moaning a little. Three photo shoots in what seemed like their entirety ... dark, evocative and often sexy ... and a couple of mini essays on their friendship. I want it sooooo much but totally cannot justify the purchase right now. One day, terrapin, one day. And it will join my A Wished For Song on the top of my bookshelf to gather dust and occasionally be brought down for a fondle.
But I bought The Night Watch which I've been wanting for ages and have finally decided to read before actually watching Day Watch. I'm still nervous about this translation business and was thinking today that it would be so cool if we could do that instant download thing from The Matrix so we could immediately read a book in its original language and not have to worry about losing anything in the translation.
Other good things: a slightly less good hair day; making the decision to restart the job hunt; picking up our Salome tickets; joining the NSW Writers Centre; and seeing a young Asian guy playing a didgeridoo in the middle of Pitt Street concourse. This being reason number five thousand why I love living in a city, in this city.
Eek, gotta go!
Or ... not. Damn. I was really looking forward to that.
No matter. Ugly Betty season premiere tonight, w000t!