we are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams
Okay, wow, I really don't have two epic posts in my tonight - especially given that it's inching closer and closer to midnight, and I may actually turn into a pumpkin any second now - but two more things:
Firstly, jamethiel_bane and I have had a Reckoning, and our epic grudge match (against the giant piles of unwatched media taunting us) has resolved itself to a draw this week, with each of us watching five discs. (for the record, I motored through an entire disc of Xena S1 (and can thus state with absolute confidence that the joke disclaimers start on episode 4 - "no babies were harmed during the making of this"), Superbad (which I think would've been funnier if I had watched it with other people, mostly I just sat there going "...wow, you're idiots"), Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (quite a lot more awesome than I was expecting, also: LUNA. so cool! I think they picked the perfect person to play her, and she pulled it off well.), Stargate SG1: the Ark of Truth (OH SHOW ILU.) and the last disc of How I Met Your Mother (must. get. S2. oh man.) However, of course, next week I will CRUSH HER BENEATH MY BOOTS. Or... something. *perky smile*
Lastly, I will hopefully manage to post about this tomorrow, but I just wanted to remind myself NOW just in case, that today - now, in about, oh, ten hours or so, I guess - marks the three year anniversary of my first U2 show. Three years. It's almost inconceivable, you know? (And at three years most kids can TALK, so... I really should get on to doing that about it, shouldn't I? Heh.) I was in LA, planning on hitting up the first show of the Vertigo tour in San Diego with a bunch of my closest friends and it just seemed so- so distant and weird and like it couldn't finally be happening after all this time or anything, and we were all so firmly into the Frames headspace after Chicago and San Francisco and the Troubadour, and then on the Saturday, I woke up freaking out about it. And then we got a call saying that people had figured out where the secret rehearsal show was that a radio station had been giving away tickets to, and so we hauled ass down to the LA Sports Arena, just on the off chance. And because our band are wonderful, and the people I was with are just that touched... we got let in, too. So I got to see my favourite band for the first time, with something like three hundred people (if that), for free. "Amazing" doesn't even begin to cover it. So, you know, with that and the shihad thing, I've been so incredibly lucky that it beggars comprehension at times. Happy anniversary, guys. *toasts*
Firstly, jamethiel_bane and I have had a Reckoning, and our epic grudge match (against the giant piles of unwatched media taunting us) has resolved itself to a draw this week, with each of us watching five discs. (for the record, I motored through an entire disc of Xena S1 (and can thus state with absolute confidence that the joke disclaimers start on episode 4 - "no babies were harmed during the making of this"), Superbad (which I think would've been funnier if I had watched it with other people, mostly I just sat there going "...wow, you're idiots"), Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (quite a lot more awesome than I was expecting, also: LUNA. so cool! I think they picked the perfect person to play her, and she pulled it off well.), Stargate SG1: the Ark of Truth (OH SHOW ILU.) and the last disc of How I Met Your Mother (must. get. S2. oh man.) However, of course, next week I will CRUSH HER BENEATH MY BOOTS. Or... something. *perky smile*
Lastly, I will hopefully manage to post about this tomorrow, but I just wanted to remind myself NOW just in case, that today - now, in about, oh, ten hours or so, I guess - marks the three year anniversary of my first U2 show. Three years. It's almost inconceivable, you know? (And at three years most kids can TALK, so... I really should get on to doing that about it, shouldn't I? Heh.) I was in LA, planning on hitting up the first show of the Vertigo tour in San Diego with a bunch of my closest friends and it just seemed so- so distant and weird and like it couldn't finally be happening after all this time or anything, and we were all so firmly into the Frames headspace after Chicago and San Francisco and the Troubadour, and then on the Saturday, I woke up freaking out about it. And then we got a call saying that people had figured out where the secret rehearsal show was that a radio station had been giving away tickets to, and so we hauled ass down to the LA Sports Arena, just on the off chance. And because our band are wonderful, and the people I was with are just that touched... we got let in, too. So I got to see my favourite band for the first time, with something like three hundred people (if that), for free. "Amazing" doesn't even begin to cover it. So, you know, with that and the shihad thing, I've been so incredibly lucky that it beggars comprehension at times. Happy anniversary, guys. *toasts*