Producer, Writer, Photographer, Cartographer
AAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! GLEE!!!!!! I just got Mod’s Choice for my Nightcrawler pic! ::dies over and over again from sheer unrepressed joy::
My first time ever, booyeah!
Eee, I’m crying tears of joy in a public place. Man, my week is officially made.
So. OotP. I hated it because I loved it. I challenge anyone to read it without a full box of tissues at their side.
Reaction soon to be posted in my LJ, as Blogger has no spoiler-cut feature.
Whee! Last night, I was quite possibly the first in the store to acquire a copy of HP5. I was the first at my register (pure, pure luck) out of about 5 or so stations. Spent three hours babysitting kidlets, amusing myself as I figured out how every one of the magician’s magic tricks were performed (I had about a 90% success rate), scrutinizing the second edition of David Colbert’s “Magical Worlds of Harry Potter” for a correction in the bibliography regarding WIAN (corrected! W00t! I showed this to my friends, who were impressed), and generally flailing about and being silly. Hurrah!
Because I am a Good Girl, I only allowed myself to read the first hundred pages last night, as the photography workshop is still going on and I have full days ahead of me. If anyone posts spoilers, I will officially lay the smackdown. And I hereby promise not to post anything remotely spoilworthy until the fandom generally decides it has been an appropriate time.
So yay.
Tonight, tonight won’t be just any night,
Tonight we’ll put an end to the wait.
Tonight, tonight, the three years end tonight
And we’ll answer each plot point debate.
Today we’ll gather all our glasses,
We’ll paint scars on our foreheads,
And squeal with such delight
As Borders’ cries: Come out and read the book!
See who dies! Tonight!
Whee! The abyss is abolished! I looooooooooove my color photos from the glass blowing workshop thing. Whee, sho pretty… I can’t wait to scan them in and post them when I get home next week. Back on the 28th…
Potter countdown: *hums Les Mis’ “One Day More”*
Wah. Went to a glassblowing workshop yesterday to photograph, but my black and white stuff is rubbish. This must be what Tony refers to as “The Abyss”. Bah, feeling depressed. Now clinging tightly to what I hope will be a happy moment today, when I pick up my color rolls at the one-hour photo. Gah, have reverted back to Bridget Jones-speak. Bad sign.
Last night, I dreamed that I got HP5 two hours early, and with a special cover. I liked the official cover a lot more, but I realized that mine would be worth a fortune on eBay, so I decided to keep it. Now waiting (im)patiently for tomorrow midnight to come.
Also, today I will return to the Spa of Doom, Ten Thousand Waves, where I will revisit the Hot Tub From Hell, as immortalized by my epic poem. Will bring a swimsuit this time, and will be ready to prod serious buttock if distubed again by evil pervy males. ::demonstrates her 1337 kung-fu skillz::
Hee! Sam is my hero.
Yay, I’m having a generally lovely time in Santa Fe! The morning is great for photography, as there’s plenty of sun and lovely shadows and contrast and variety and general prettiness. We’ve been unlucky about afternoons so far, though. It seems every day, it clouds up horribly and it’s rather difficult to get any good black and white. Color, however, is a different story. I shot three color rolls today with no scruples whatsoever, muaha! ::takes the opportunity to cackle fiendishly::
And I’ve figured out how Keith Carter makes his photographs. Go me!
We got yesterday’s negatives back this morning, where I was surprised to find that I had some of my New York photographs on one of the rolls. I printed two images and got a “Hot damn” and a handshake from Tony O’Brien, photographer/god teacher. W00t to the 00t, indeed.
Am now unhealthily obsessed with photographic works of Keith Carter. How does he do it? Hoooowwwww?? ::launches self off cliff::
Meanwhile, all goes generally well. I’m shocked at how strange it feels to be shooting b&w, despite the fact that black and white has been the majority of what I’ve shot within the last age. I guess Santa Fe is just a “color” city. Wah. Someday soon, I’m going to crack and rebel and shoot nothing but color, color, color and defenestrate* anyone that tries to stop me.
* defenestrate: one of my favourite words, meaning “to hurl out of a window”
Over past 24 hours, have met and befriended two people in high tech fields, including a guy with ties to Lucasfilm and/or Pixar, and a woman that works at Adobe. W00t to the 00t. Also, am quite shocked to see that I am not the youngest person in class, as I had expected. Unsettling. Oh well.
Finished Bridget Jones and am 3/4 finished with sequel. References to Colin Firth in wet t-shirt conjure v. happy memories of watching “Pride and Prejudice” in Anglophilia Club. Mmm. Now aching with every sinew of my body for Friday night, when I–flanked by seven thousand tiny children–will descend as one upon Borders and claw our way to a copy of the fifth Harry Potter. When conversing with Nancy at Borders the other day (before the X2-fest), she informed me that they had received their shipment that day, but all were forbidden a glimpse of what’s between the covers. What willpower!
As I was unable to go into detail about our X2-fest the other day, I suppose I should at least mention the New Word Marcelina and I coined. We’re quite pleased with it.
Tra-la!
And that’s pretty much it for now.
W00t! Have arrived in Santa Fe, and quite pleased to see that I will have regular internet access if I wish. Huzzah! But LJ is semi-oncrack, due to Demented Mac From Hell, so I won’t really be able to see any art you guys produce. Wah. It’s not really very fond of having two windows open at once (despite the fact that it’s obviously Very New and Snazzy), so LJ-cuts are no longer merry. Alas, woe.
Taking massive quantities of film already. Mmmm, hold me back.
