It's the final countdown.
Two days until Lumos!
It is hot as balls here in Oregon, so I'm kind of questioning my santy re: flying to a place that is currently 110F. It was 106 here yesterday, and if I hadn't spent the whole day hunkered down in a lawn chair with my feet in my nephew's kiddie pool, I'm pretty sure I would have died of heat exhaustion. Like an old person. The only thing I can really muster the energy to do is slather myself in sunscreen, which I do twice an hour. Everyone mocks me, but when they all look like prunes, I will be the one laughing! Actually, I won't, because it's bad form to make fun of old people for their wrinkly sun-damaged skin. But given the fact I once fell asleep on the beach in August, I'll probably actually be the first one to go. It's so complicated.
In a vain attempt to battle the heat, I've taken to getting drunk all of the time. (STFU, this is a sober LJ post.) Which isn't really logical, but at least if I'm trashed, I don't really care that I'm miserable. And my thinking is so muddled that I don't even get bored when I'm crawling around on the floor in search of cooler air. When they find me floating face-down in the kiddie pool, they will wonder.
Anyway, Lumos. (My mother keeps calling it "Illuminati". No, Mom, that's something else...) I fly out of here on Wednesday at 1:20, and arrive in Las Vegas at 3:30. I'll wait around for three hours until Pea and Cassie get in, and then we'll all go to the Marriott. If that seems like a long wait, avert your eyes now, because on Sunday I'll get at the airport at 11:30 AM for my 11:30 PM FLIGHT. Wild, wacky stuff. I honestly don't have any real plans for the two-and-a-half days in between. I'll probably show up to some of the panels (In Defense of Ginny(?), Slash v. Het, Witches Burning/Femslash), although I'm honestly pretty disappointed with the selection. There isn't ONE on Tom Riddle, if you can believe it. There's about eight variations on "Why I Want Snape to Put His Penis in Me", but nothing on the early years of Voldemort, the Riddle family, or the transformation from man into "dark lord" - and I can think of about a dozen interesting discussion points off the top of my head. THAT'S ONE HELL OF AN OVERSIGHT. Bleh.
Oh by the way, I think everyone should see Lady in the Water! I have talked to two people this weekend (John and I saw it on Friday night) who were like, "Oh, I heard it sucked... I'm not going..." and I fear that lame critics are going to turn everyone off from it. I thought it was really engaging and interesting and enjoyable. It's a dark feel-good film, if such a thing is possible. Considering what is currently in theaters, it beats out its competition by a long shot!! I honestly don't see why the hell everyone is giving it poor reviews. I think they're all sore that M. Night Shyamalan refuses to give them what they are after, aka Sixth Sense 2: The Seventh Sense. This one is part of the Signs/Village side of the family, which to my mind is a good thing. In fact, after taking my mom to see LITW today, I rented The Village, because she hasn't seen it yet. It is a mini-Shyamalanathon....
Annnnnnyway. TWO DAYS UNTIL LUMOS!! Why haven't I packed yet?
It is hot as balls here in Oregon, so I'm kind of questioning my santy re: flying to a place that is currently 110F. It was 106 here yesterday, and if I hadn't spent the whole day hunkered down in a lawn chair with my feet in my nephew's kiddie pool, I'm pretty sure I would have died of heat exhaustion. Like an old person. The only thing I can really muster the energy to do is slather myself in sunscreen, which I do twice an hour. Everyone mocks me, but when they all look like prunes, I will be the one laughing! Actually, I won't, because it's bad form to make fun of old people for their wrinkly sun-damaged skin. But given the fact I once fell asleep on the beach in August, I'll probably actually be the first one to go. It's so complicated.
In a vain attempt to battle the heat, I've taken to getting drunk all of the time. (STFU, this is a sober LJ post.) Which isn't really logical, but at least if I'm trashed, I don't really care that I'm miserable. And my thinking is so muddled that I don't even get bored when I'm crawling around on the floor in search of cooler air. When they find me floating face-down in the kiddie pool, they will wonder.
Anyway, Lumos. (My mother keeps calling it "Illuminati". No, Mom, that's something else...) I fly out of here on Wednesday at 1:20, and arrive in Las Vegas at 3:30. I'll wait around for three hours until Pea and Cassie get in, and then we'll all go to the Marriott. If that seems like a long wait, avert your eyes now, because on Sunday I'll get at the airport at 11:30 AM for my 11:30 PM FLIGHT. Wild, wacky stuff. I honestly don't have any real plans for the two-and-a-half days in between. I'll probably show up to some of the panels (In Defense of Ginny(?), Slash v. Het, Witches Burning/Femslash), although I'm honestly pretty disappointed with the selection. There isn't ONE on Tom Riddle, if you can believe it. There's about eight variations on "Why I Want Snape to Put His Penis in Me", but nothing on the early years of Voldemort, the Riddle family, or the transformation from man into "dark lord" - and I can think of about a dozen interesting discussion points off the top of my head. THAT'S ONE HELL OF AN OVERSIGHT. Bleh.
Oh by the way, I think everyone should see Lady in the Water! I have talked to two people this weekend (John and I saw it on Friday night) who were like, "Oh, I heard it sucked... I'm not going..." and I fear that lame critics are going to turn everyone off from it. I thought it was really engaging and interesting and enjoyable. It's a dark feel-good film, if such a thing is possible. Considering what is currently in theaters, it beats out its competition by a long shot!! I honestly don't see why the hell everyone is giving it poor reviews. I think they're all sore that M. Night Shyamalan refuses to give them what they are after, aka Sixth Sense 2: The Seventh Sense. This one is part of the Signs/Village side of the family, which to my mind is a good thing. In fact, after taking my mom to see LITW today, I rented The Village, because she hasn't seen it yet. It is a mini-Shyamalanathon....
Annnnnnyway. TWO DAYS UNTIL LUMOS!! Why haven't I packed yet?