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HA! Long ago, I mentioned my Neil Gaiman story to a friend, who passed it on to one of his friends, who went to see Neil at his big live-action Sandman thing on Saturday. Neil did a similar-style Q&A there, and the friend of a friend submitted this. It’s in the first ten seconds.
I kind of love the universe.
Yeah, so I fail at NaBloPoMo. I was too busy this weekend having a fantastic time with my aunt and uncle to write blog entries! We attended two spectacular Broadway shows, Gypsy (with the extraordinary Patti LuPone) and Chekov’s The Seagull, and spent Saturday afternoon at the MoMA.
Regarding Gypsy, I find it hilarious that two of the most “upbeat” audition songs I know, “Everything’s Comin’ Up Roses” and “Cabaret,” are sung by women fighting not to break down in despair.
Regarding MoMA, SO MUCH JOY! They’re doing a special exhibition on Van Gogh’s paintings of night scenes, and my faith in “Starry Night” has been restored! I first saw “Starry Night” in person when I was a senior in high school, and I was crushed to see it was so much smaller than I imagined. Note that this came the year after I saw the Rosetta Stone in person, which I’d imagined as a 2001-esque monolith. It was like learning Santa wasn’t real. Anyway, since then, the shock made me misremember the size of “Starry Night” as being much smaller than it actually was, so when I saw it again, I was overjoyed. YES, that’s how big “Starry Night” should be! It’s perfect! Three cheers for confusing the brain with unreasonable expectations! Now if only the Mona Lisa and “Persistence of Memory” would follow suit.
Anyway, yay for getting to spend time with my aunt and uncle! Best relatives ever. Don’t try to argue, because you will be wrong.
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Aww, I love my coworkers. Work has been very stressful the past few days, especially as my partner, Chris, took off Friday and Monday to move into his new apartment, and his alarm didn’t go off this morning, meaning he got in around 11. My job feels about four times harder when doing it on my own, and some of the time frames our producers have been giving me alone would be tight even with both of us working on the characters at the same time.
Anyway, I got a text message from Chris after work: “Thank you so much for all your hard work lately. It is not going unnoticed obviously. You rock.”
Warm fuzzies. :D
Though alas, on the cold, non-fuzzy front, Michael Crichton died yesterday. His were some of the first “adult” novels I read. I remember being nine years old, and my mom (quite wisely) wouldn’t let me see Jurassic Park, so I checked out the book from the library and read that instead. Then I picked up Sphere, which became one of my favourite books at that age. My sister asked me if I was carrying around “big books” to make me look smarter.
I don’t think I’ve read anything of his since junior high, but… he had a hand in shaping the craziness that is my brain today. He was singly responsible for kicking off my paleontology obsession phase. He will be missed.
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Okay, so I’ve failed to live up to the requirements of NaBloPoMo after only three days. But I think tonight merits an exception. I am drunk on a hybrid of JOY and HOPE and apple martini. I only had one of the latter, but even after, four glasses of water and over an hour of digestion, I can barely type straight. Or walk straight. Thank goodness the bar I chose was only three short blocks away! (Had intellectual policy discussion with random guy named Sebasitian. Don’t know where I got the impression people that go to bars aren’t the type of person I’d be interested in. I wasn’t interested in this guy, buty his polictical savvy was nice. Yeah, that description made no sense. Se above, re: drunk on a single appletime. Am a total lightweiht, but OBAMA WOO!)
My god, people. We elected a BLACK MAN named BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA. We finally proved that anyone can be President, even a kid born to a single-parent household, raised by his grandparents. We showed that a campaign of hope can triumph over a campsign tailored to fearmongering and divisiveness.
MICHELLE OBAMA is going to be out First Lady! She is opinionated and fiercely determined, and she will do great things of the office. Sasha and Malia are adorable and genuine, and I look toward to seeing what dog they choose. Biden is honest and has strong roots in the communities he grew up, the complete anyithesis of Chenes. And the SUPEREME COURT! My god, we don’t have to worry about more Rebupican appointees stacking the court.
And I see how many spelling mistakes I’m making, but I’m too joyous and drunk off only ONE apple martini to care. Good grief, that was strong. I feel like I’ve had two or more. Hope I don’t have an hangover tomorrow–boss is a Republican, and he frowns on political discussions in the office. (So naturally, we discuss plitics when he’s not present.)
I feel like sitting here is making me ever nore drunk, even though my lisp have not toughted alcohol since McCain finished his speech, through that’s probably me getting tired. I was up at 5:45 this morning, after all. And I know I’m making spelling mistakes, but I’m too amused to correct them. I’m going to go to sleep and dream of four–nay eight–years of an Obama administration. I’m so happy with the direction the country has chosen.
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