In which I attend the premier screening of Star Wreck: Spoilager
This past weekend, I headed down to Fresno with Greg for the premier screening of Star Wreck: Spoilager, a Voyager spoof that Tom and a number of his friends had done in 2001, with a bit of re-shooting done in 2006. Earlier this year, prompted by Tom's death (god, that's still so strange and painful to write), the editing was finally completed. Since today would have been Tom's 32nd birthday, the screening was planned for this past Saturday, Oct. 23 (which was actually rather fitting, since 23 was one of his favorite numbers).
Since it was a potluck screening party, I naturally had to cook. I decided to go ahead and err on the side of "more food is never a bad thing" the way Tom always did: it's a good tradition, I think. So I made the cinnamon-cherry Brownies of Win and decided to do another test drive of the super-tasty 15th-c meat pies. I got started later than I should have, and was consequently up until 4:00 in the morning to take the last set of pies out of the oven before going upstairs and promptly attempting to merge with my mattress. I had forgotten just how freaking labor-intensive those pies are, though I was doing almost twice as much mincing this go-around. (For anyone who wonders, medjool dates are a bitch to dice, much less mince, and just as much trouble to mix into anything.) They all went over pretty well, though: out of 16 brownies and 11 meat pasties, there was only one of each left over.
Spoilager and the obligatory blooper reel were quite silly and a lot of fun to watch. The film was only 6 minutes longer than the blooper reel, and since some things had been re-shot (with slightly different costumes) five years after everything else, the film came with its own drinking game: Continuity error! Drink!
Seeing Tom on screen was not as hard as I was afraid it was going to be, which I think was because of the atmosphere and context. He was just as quintessentially Tom as he had ever been - irreverent, funny, and occasionally a bit awkward.
It was really good to see everyone, especially Sarah and Patrick (Tom's older sister and her husband). I'm really, really glad that they've started doing SCA, since that hopefully means that I'll get to see them a bit more often.
Speaking of the SCA, I'm going to be a server in the upcoming Perfectly Period Feast at Collegium Occidentalis in two and a half weeks. We're recreating a feast in a small-but-noble household in Cataluña (a region of Spain) c.1426-1440. Since women did not act as servers, I will be dressing as a man. And on that note, I'm going to go work on my boy-clothes.
Happy birthday, Tom.
Since it was a potluck screening party, I naturally had to cook. I decided to go ahead and err on the side of "more food is never a bad thing" the way Tom always did: it's a good tradition, I think. So I made the cinnamon-cherry Brownies of Win and decided to do another test drive of the super-tasty 15th-c meat pies. I got started later than I should have, and was consequently up until 4:00 in the morning to take the last set of pies out of the oven before going upstairs and promptly attempting to merge with my mattress. I had forgotten just how freaking labor-intensive those pies are, though I was doing almost twice as much mincing this go-around. (For anyone who wonders, medjool dates are a bitch to dice, much less mince, and just as much trouble to mix into anything.) They all went over pretty well, though: out of 16 brownies and 11 meat pasties, there was only one of each left over.
Spoilager and the obligatory blooper reel were quite silly and a lot of fun to watch. The film was only 6 minutes longer than the blooper reel, and since some things had been re-shot (with slightly different costumes) five years after everything else, the film came with its own drinking game: Continuity error! Drink!
Seeing Tom on screen was not as hard as I was afraid it was going to be, which I think was because of the atmosphere and context. He was just as quintessentially Tom as he had ever been - irreverent, funny, and occasionally a bit awkward.
It was really good to see everyone, especially Sarah and Patrick (Tom's older sister and her husband). I'm really, really glad that they've started doing SCA, since that hopefully means that I'll get to see them a bit more often.
Speaking of the SCA, I'm going to be a server in the upcoming Perfectly Period Feast at Collegium Occidentalis in two and a half weeks. We're recreating a feast in a small-but-noble household in Cataluña (a region of Spain) c.1426-1440. Since women did not act as servers, I will be dressing as a man. And on that note, I'm going to go work on my boy-clothes.
Happy birthday, Tom.