We've got a bill of sale right here
At this point in time, I have Brazzle Dazzle Day from Pete's Dragon stuck in my head, and it's been there for a couple days now. I think I'll never be able to think of Pete's Dragon or any of the songs without thinking of Victoria also. Sometimes memories of people get connected to certain songs and sounds, and in this case I think it's a pleasing and good connection.
I have discovered that there are three people between my favorite author and me, going by who has met whom: Me, Alessandra, Felicia Day, Joss Whedon, Orson Scott Card. Wheeee. V and I, otherwise non-shallow people, spent a bit of time connecting actors with other actors from memory, and then connecting ourselves with them in various ways. Victoria has only two people between her and Hugh Laurie. (Her mother and Ted Nugent, of course. Who else?) For the sake of this connecting game, the introduction of two people needs to be such that both might have reason to know each other's name. Thus, having a celebrity sign a poster at a show doesn't count as meeting them for the purposes of this game. Of course, one can get very convoluted. My brother's ex-coworker's childhood schoolmate's co-star's co-star's co-star's acquaintance's wedding photographer was me. And what does that make us? Well... brothers.
Did I mention that I saw a bat flying around indoors about a week ago?
I've already said in detail how my involvement went with Operation Alaskan Exodus, so I'll summarize here and say it went well. It's over now, and I don't expect to see anyone in that family for a rather long time. This makes me sad. Stephanie extended an invitation and suggested informed me that I'd be accepting it in the next 12 months. Of course, even at the cheapest time of year, it's five or six hundred dollars for a round trip. Yikes. But I think I can work something out at some point.
It would be nice to integrate it with the road trip that I want to do in 2010 (that's twenty-ten, people, not two-thousand-ten). The closest place I was hoping to go was Washinton, which is still 2500 miles from Anchorage. Assuming $3 gas (dreaming), and 25 mpg, that's $600 for the round trip from Washington, which is about the same as flying from Maine in the cheap season, and it doesn't include the cost of the passport that would be needed while passing through Canada. I may want to get one of those anyway.
I have discovered that there are three people between my favorite author and me, going by who has met whom: Me, Alessandra, Felicia Day, Joss Whedon, Orson Scott Card. Wheeee. V and I, otherwise non-shallow people, spent a bit of time connecting actors with other actors from memory, and then connecting ourselves with them in various ways. Victoria has only two people between her and Hugh Laurie. (Her mother and Ted Nugent, of course. Who else?) For the sake of this connecting game, the introduction of two people needs to be such that both might have reason to know each other's name. Thus, having a celebrity sign a poster at a show doesn't count as meeting them for the purposes of this game. Of course, one can get very convoluted. My brother's ex-coworker's childhood schoolmate's co-star's co-star's co-star's acquaintance's wedding photographer was me. And what does that make us? Well... brothers.
Did I mention that I saw a bat flying around indoors about a week ago?
I've already said in detail how my involvement went with Operation Alaskan Exodus, so I'll summarize here and say it went well. It's over now, and I don't expect to see anyone in that family for a rather long time. This makes me sad. Stephanie extended an invitation and suggested informed me that I'd be accepting it in the next 12 months. Of course, even at the cheapest time of year, it's five or six hundred dollars for a round trip. Yikes. But I think I can work something out at some point.
It would be nice to integrate it with the road trip that I want to do in 2010 (that's twenty-ten, people, not two-thousand-ten). The closest place I was hoping to go was Washinton, which is still 2500 miles from Anchorage. Assuming $3 gas (dreaming), and 25 mpg, that's $600 for the round trip from Washington, which is about the same as flying from Maine in the cheap season, and it doesn't include the cost of the passport that would be needed while passing through Canada. I may want to get one of those anyway.