It was a really, really good Independence Day for a variety of unrelated reasons.

Actually, the whole weekend has been nice.

Now I'm going to go for a run, if I can convince my legs they still work after a hike on Friday and the walk to fireworks last night.

This very evening at the Victoria Theatre in San Francisco.

Tickets available at the door or online here.

Schedule

6:30 Doors
7:00 Intro
7:15 Dr Horrible's Singalong Blog
8:00 Intermission
8:10 Costume Contest + Prize Drawing
8:30 Serenity!


Come have fun, hang out and support Equality Now!

All of my Doctor Who icons are WAY too subdued for such an event so here is Kaylee to help me announce that

OMFG DAVID TENNANT IS GOING TO BE AT SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON.

The Music Of Battlestar concert was incredible, as in 'not to be believed.' Stunning.

I wrote a rambling gonzo-ish review of the evening in Sue's car on the way back up north, before I lost any of the magic and was back in the world. I promise to post it within the next twenty-four hours without letting my inner editor get the best of me.

In the meantime, there are some beautiful photos and even a few videos up on Bear's blog!

And another month has gone by since I've posted. This is getting far too silly.

I'm going to just ramble and post whatever comes into my head until I can get back into the swing of this, okay, LiveJournal? We've been together for nigh on a decade, you and me. I'm not going to let a little (massive, game-changing, social-life-rearranging) thing like Twitter come between us.

Today I walked to Rasputin at lunch and bought two used books for cheap: Water For Elephants and The Historian. I've been doing a lot of fluffy reading lately, short things, graphic things, or re-reading things I've already read a dozen times, cycling back around, but I've really been feeling the need to jump forward, blaze fresh neural trails, lose myself in a thick, rich, textured novel that is completely new to me. These seemed promising.

I like carnival sideshows, gypsies, magical realism, Victoriana, medical oddities, destiny, truth, metafiction, great descriptions.* A very tiny sampling of some of my favorite books would include Good Omens, The Witches Of Eastwick, The Beach, Wuthering Heights, The Little Prince, Dangerous Angels, The Mists Of Avalon, and Anne Rice's Mayfair Witches trilogy. Do you have a book to recommend to me? Please do.

Let's see. Movies. I've seen Up three times. I adored it. We're all excited for Moon but I can't find a proper release date for it. I went with Kim, Dan, Christina and Karla to see The Hangover, which was an ill-advised decision made after an afternoon at the Meadery spent wearing Kelly's bitchass hat and then dinner at this pizza joint where Kim and I played Mortal Kombat and I only made it to Scorpion. Anyway, I hated The Hangover so much that I left the theatre to Twitter about how much I hated it. And then I spent the rest of the movie wandering the AMC on an adventure, ducking into other movies and posting mini-reviews about them. I found myself quite hilarious. Did I mention both rum and Coke were involved?

What else, what else. I got an iPhone. Yeah, I had to jump on that bandwagon but I really do not know how I lived without this slim lovely thing. I named it Jarvis but put a sexy girl Gelaskin on it so I think it may end up having gender issues. (My iPhone, I'm talking about.) Baycon happened and it was epic in its epicness. I put in my PTO requests for both (42 days!) San Diego and (86 days!) Atlanta. This weekend Sue and I are driving down to SoCal for the 'Music Of Battlestar Galactica' Concert, the Los Angeles Can't Stop The Serenity, and Nicholas Brendon in some play or other.

No, we don't really stop.

But oh! Tonight I'm going to finish organizing my closet. I'm going to do it like a rock star party vixen, of course, but still. My second evening at home in two nights.


*This is also a list of things I enjoy in real life.

Star Trek. Was. Awesome.

I want more right now. Like, more more. Everybody was so great. I need like eight more hours of Bones and Scotty and perturbed Spock. Part of me really didn't think they would be able to pull it off to this extent, but seriously. Awesome. More please.

For now, I guess I'll have to settle for going to see the same one again! There seem to be many outings to choose from this afternoon. :)

Yesterday was a really great long day in the city. I love my friends. ♥

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

New office! After a month of working from home and realigning several perceptions. New space, new phase, another stage of the journey.

Lynzey, Jonathan, the new guy John, Lydia, EJ and I went to The Boardwalk for lunch. We're just a few doors down from it now, so my coworkers and I will now have a Place We Go For Lunch. Just like people do on sitcoms. This fits in well with the Group's recent obsession with the Meadery, the SCA-run Viking Geek Tasting Room Bar where everybody knows our names.

My desk is all set up except for my toys. They don't know where they want to go, and are huddled together in the corner, confused and scared. They tell me they like the old office better, but we'll all just have to adapt.

I think I'll bring my baseball in for them to rally around. Oh. My baseball? Yeah. A bunch of us went to the Star Trek Day at the Giants and I won this kickass baseball signed by Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine.

Right, and I have a Flickr now.

What else, what else? So much has happened and it's like LJ is an old friend that I cannot possibly catch up to speed with all the goings-on and happenstances, until it almost becomes a chore, like work, to do something I usually love and live for.

So let's start where we are, as good a place as any, and go from there. This past week/end: Meadery, stitched and bitched, coloring and bubble wrap, impromptu Shawn gig, too much drinking, too much thinking, up too late, picked up Twilight again, free comics, vampire movies, blood fountain, Team Batman, finished Twilight. Went to see the Babbage Engine with Ido. Went to see Wolverine with Christina and Kim and Dan. Dollhouse killed me. Killed me absolutely dead of squee. I should make a separate post just about SPOILER and just how fucking hot SPOILER! is. I used to be good at that sort of thing.

There are 79 days left until Comic-Con.

And that's all the news fit to print.

I slept until noon and woke up in the heat of this gorgeous day. Now I'm trying to think of something outside to do, and with who. Most of my weekend days are so full I have to choose between things, but today there doesn't seem to be anything going on.

I may just shower and catch the train in a direction.

And just like that I haven't posted here in 24 days. How on Earth did that happen? I'll tell you how it happened. It was fucking Twitter, is what happened. For shame. Fucking Twitter, as it will always be called in my brain even though I've been sucked in and am addicted to it now same as anyone. And a certain amount of laziness and writer's block. And a lack of need to write such as I've never felt before.

I've had this blog for going on nine years now and that's the longest I've ever gone without posting and now I can't think of anything good to say.

Huh.

Ending in a matter of hours.

I can't decide if I want time to slow down or speed the damn hell up.

Here is a photographic spoiler for Dollhouse that is going to be of great interest to a certain subset of my friendslist!

The Abney Park show in San Francisco is this Wednesday!



Also, non-local friends who happen to be in SoCal, don't you fret! They are boarding their mighty(ish...) airship and flying right down to you as well:



All you need to do to purchase tickets is click the pretty fliers.

And now, for no reason but your (mostly my and melissa_mifeng's) viewing pleasure, here are a bunch of photos of Callum Keith Rennie. There aren't that many out there on the internets, so these are the best, scruffiest, smirkiest and Leobeniest I could find.

Enjoy the quick and dirty picspam. Well: unfortunately not very dirty. Couldn't find any good screencaps from 'Maelstrom.' (Or naughty knife-licking smug punk Callum in Hard Core Logo.) (Or pervy sadist Callum in Suspicious River.)

Enjoy!

( Callum Keith Rennie +11 )

Kim, Christina and I are headed down to Los Angeles in the morning to see Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal in RENT tomorrow night, with a massive group of NorCal and SoCal people.

Will be back Sunday evening.

Will have no internet all weekend.

Take messages!

Why is there such a dearth of good-quality pictures of Callum Keith Rennie out there on the internets?

I say we have ourselves a good old-fashioned picture post.

I'll start.

( I know you can't see his face but this is one of my favorite shots from any show ever. )

(Your turn!)

Oh - I didn't post about WonderCon or the party at the Cartoon Art Museum or singing at Nicole's or seeing Watchmen or any of that. Hum. It was a lovely and excellent WonderCon, possibly the best ever - but I've been busy working on a paper, and I haven't been in the mindset to write any other words besides the ones required of me. O, the perils of academia.

But yes. Con. Parties. Met lovely people. Bought some great shirts and posters and things. Saw bloody Watchmen. Won't say a word - the spectrum of opinions on this movie is so wide and varied that my opinion won't mean a thing to anybody else, but I can say, and will say, this: good merciful god, see it. Seeeeeee this movie.

I'm going to see it tonight. I wasn't planning on going again so soon since we have LA this weekend, but I couldn't help myself. I'm such a sucker for a midnight showing, and I want to throw money at this movie so Zack can make more awesome things awesomely. So I am going with a coworker tonight. Join us! We'll be at the 11:59 screening at:


Camera 12 Cinemas
288 S 2nd St
San Jose, CA 95113
(408) 998-3300
Buy Tickets Here.

Call me and let me know if you're coming. I'll be heading over right after class so I can be in line early, and would love some company. ♥

EDIT: Okay, now it's me, Coworker EJ, Kim Lay, and possibly EJ's cop friend. our numbers grow. Be there.

That new X-Files movie. Is it:


a) worth it for Callum Keith Rennie?

b) not worth it, gods no, don't bother?

or the highly unlikely:

c) worth it even if I didn't feel like watching lots of Callum Keith Rennie at the moment?