Aintn't dead
Enjoyable weekend. Cynra & I attended Seedy Saturday, which was... not remotely as fun as it's been previously.
While I have joked about it being wall to wall hippies before, this time it was literally true. The room was packed full. I don't know if it was a victim of success, an improperly used new venue, or poor planning, but it was way too full.
Cynra got some seeds and some seedlings and catnip. More on the catnip later. I managed to see anidada and her little one as well as Cats & sassy_fae for very brief stretches. I was pretty cranky by that point, as I was slowly braising in my coat.
Then, we headed downtown to pick up our tickets for The Wright Stuff, the showing of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz hosted by Edgar Wright. He took a picture of the crowd at the end. You can't see me too well, but I think I'm in there somewhere.
I love the guy in the front row who appears to be in Glabro form.
We grabbed dinner at the Pauper's Pub first. I headed out to get our spot in line while Cynra finished her dinner (and, yes, I am not thrilled by the fact I now go by the name "eight toes"). We were met by Ali & hazyone101 and we all headed in for the party.
It was a load of fun. He had some trailers in there too, including Robocop, a neat Lee Marvin film called Prime Cut, and Hard Target (was it as bad as I remember? Because I remember it making me think that this new Chinese guy wasn't all he was cracked up to be). He also showed the trailer for Don't, which remains great.
I kibbitzed with the guys from the Silver Snail during all that, which was a shock as they were friendly, which is not my general experience with that venue.
Wright also said he was proud of Mike Myers for taking a chance on The Love Guru. Isn't that nice.
It went late. The Q&A finished well after midnight, and Cynra & I got home later. I grabbed a slice of pizza at the Pizza Pizza at Queen & Bathurst, getting accosted by hawt drunk teenz. "You seem very serious, sir" are probably the most hurtful words ever said to me by a girl in a shimmery shirt.
This morning was breakfast with some friends, and then home for some laundry and relaxation.
I got Fight Club out of the library. She's watching it, oh yes. I also got a book called The Three Signs of a Miserable Job, which I will read at work. OH, NO REASON.
While I have joked about it being wall to wall hippies before, this time it was literally true. The room was packed full. I don't know if it was a victim of success, an improperly used new venue, or poor planning, but it was way too full.
Cynra got some seeds and some seedlings and catnip. More on the catnip later. I managed to see anidada and her little one as well as Cats & sassy_fae for very brief stretches. I was pretty cranky by that point, as I was slowly braising in my coat.
Then, we headed downtown to pick up our tickets for The Wright Stuff, the showing of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz hosted by Edgar Wright. He took a picture of the crowd at the end. You can't see me too well, but I think I'm in there somewhere.
I love the guy in the front row who appears to be in Glabro form.
We grabbed dinner at the Pauper's Pub first. I headed out to get our spot in line while Cynra finished her dinner (and, yes, I am not thrilled by the fact I now go by the name "eight toes"). We were met by Ali & hazyone101 and we all headed in for the party.
It was a load of fun. He had some trailers in there too, including Robocop, a neat Lee Marvin film called Prime Cut, and Hard Target (was it as bad as I remember? Because I remember it making me think that this new Chinese guy wasn't all he was cracked up to be). He also showed the trailer for Don't, which remains great.
I kibbitzed with the guys from the Silver Snail during all that, which was a shock as they were friendly, which is not my general experience with that venue.
Wright also said he was proud of Mike Myers for taking a chance on The Love Guru. Isn't that nice.
It went late. The Q&A finished well after midnight, and Cynra & I got home later. I grabbed a slice of pizza at the Pizza Pizza at Queen & Bathurst, getting accosted by hawt drunk teenz. "You seem very serious, sir" are probably the most hurtful words ever said to me by a girl in a shimmery shirt.
This morning was breakfast with some friends, and then home for some laundry and relaxation.
I got Fight Club out of the library. She's watching it, oh yes. I also got a book called The Three Signs of a Miserable Job, which I will read at work. OH, NO REASON.