It's Shatner's World, and I Live In It
My good friend Andrea and I had the fortune of seeing William Shatner's one man show at the Pantages Theater downtown. She had the brilliant idea of picking me up, driving to Universal City at the train depot and taking the rail to the Hollywood and Vine stop - so's we could properly get soused before the show. Since I hadn't been able to celebrate her birthday in style, it was a perfect time to catch up. She had Midori sours and I kept to my Manhattans at the next door down Frolic Room (featured in the film L.A. Confidential). It was packed, but after 40 minutes (8 minutes to show time), we had a good view of the place and had caught up on about 3 months worth of stuff, both comic and heavy.
The show was more than I'd ever hoped for. Going to see the Shat costs a pretty penny, but when I saw the ad for it, I only thought of Andrea (who is the only friend I know who'd understand fully my obsession with all things Trek) to go with and thankfully, she had the time to do so. Unlike many in this genre, The Shat was very self-effacing in a very sincere way - he really had nothing snide or snarky to say about anyone he'd worked with and came off as very grateful for what he'd been able to experience. One of the best anecdotes he had was about falling in love with horses. Prior to this, I never really understood it, but the way he lured us in (that it occurred during the filming of his part as Alexander the Great, in a movie where the emperor had a distinct relationship with his horse) was so effective. I've never seen him so earnest and genuine. And I'm a huge cynic when it comes to The Shat.
We had a great time and I also realized the next day (after a good prodding by Mr. Kim J) that the Pantages Theater was the site of The Talking Heads 3-day shoot for the film "Stop Making Sense." I didn't believe him at first. The theater is amazingly well-maintained in all of its art deco glory. So now I can imagine it for a particular fic I'm already writing...
In other not so great news, I, on a whim, contacted the general support email of fanfiction.net to ask how I could delete my account. I didn't expect a reply so imagine my surprise when not a minute later, "James" emailed me back and said that there is nothing in the way of deleting my account and suggesting that I merely erase my stories, profile and disable my settings.
Well, of course, having a "warm" (and I use that word sparingly) body at my behest, I told him about my friend's issue with FictionPress, their lovely sister site, and whether or not he could direct me to the person that would take care of the plagiarism issue.
Crickets. Nothing.
Even more than ever, I am convinced into being done with fanfiction.net. By April Fool's, my work will be deleted and the profile (since I can't for the life of me delete my account) will direct everyone and their dog to Kim J's PADD.
That Must Be the Place.
The show was more than I'd ever hoped for. Going to see the Shat costs a pretty penny, but when I saw the ad for it, I only thought of Andrea (who is the only friend I know who'd understand fully my obsession with all things Trek) to go with and thankfully, she had the time to do so. Unlike many in this genre, The Shat was very self-effacing in a very sincere way - he really had nothing snide or snarky to say about anyone he'd worked with and came off as very grateful for what he'd been able to experience. One of the best anecdotes he had was about falling in love with horses. Prior to this, I never really understood it, but the way he lured us in (that it occurred during the filming of his part as Alexander the Great, in a movie where the emperor had a distinct relationship with his horse) was so effective. I've never seen him so earnest and genuine. And I'm a huge cynic when it comes to The Shat.
We had a great time and I also realized the next day (after a good prodding by Mr. Kim J) that the Pantages Theater was the site of The Talking Heads 3-day shoot for the film "Stop Making Sense." I didn't believe him at first. The theater is amazingly well-maintained in all of its art deco glory. So now I can imagine it for a particular fic I'm already writing...
In other not so great news, I, on a whim, contacted the general support email of fanfiction.net to ask how I could delete my account. I didn't expect a reply so imagine my surprise when not a minute later, "James" emailed me back and said that there is nothing in the way of deleting my account and suggesting that I merely erase my stories, profile and disable my settings.
Well, of course, having a "warm" (and I use that word sparingly) body at my behest, I told him about my friend's issue with FictionPress, their lovely sister site, and whether or not he could direct me to the person that would take care of the plagiarism issue.
Crickets. Nothing.
Even more than ever, I am convinced into being done with fanfiction.net. By April Fool's, my work will be deleted and the profile (since I can't for the life of me delete my account) will direct everyone and their dog to Kim J's PADD.
That Must Be the Place.