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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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Dear Priscilla,
FiveThirtyEight.com and ElectoralVote.com only update once per day. You can check them every couple hours, but the data will not change.
Also, according to fivethirtyeight.com, McCain has a 1.9% chance of winning.
Just watch SNL’s election special and be cool.
Love,
Yourself
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Hokay! The second half of the story of my weekend!
Saturday was the last day to submit entries to the Dresden Files Halloween Costume Contest, and though I felt it was inappropriate for me to enter, I still wanted to get in on the costuming fun! Early that afternoon, I pondered over how I could pose to best depict Molly. The first thing to come to mind was to have her with the beaded leather bracelet she wore in White Night, struggling to move the beads up the strap with her mind. However, as I didn’t have the materials and the light was quickly fleeing, I realized I would have to think of something else.
Then it hit me.
The costume I have for Molly is based on how she looks in the book Proven Guilty, in which she helps staff a horror movie convention called “SplatterCon!!!” Considering her appreciation of the genre, dollars to donuts she’s a big fan of the Bruce Campbell oeuvre. I kicked myself for not dressing up as her the previous night when I went to see My Name is Bruce, losing the opportunity for a “Molly fangirling Bruce Campbell at SplatterCon!!!” photo.
But wait! All was not lost! Halloween wasn’t Bruce’s only night in New York! My friend Shecky saw him enter the theater around seven the previous night–what if I could catch him on his way in?
I mentioned this idea to my friends on the Jim-Butcher.com forum, and Craig (a fellow New Yorker I’ve palled around with on a couple occasions) volunteered to join me and bring his camera. SCORE!
Craig and I went over at 6:40, in hopes of catching Bruce before he introduced the 7:20 screening. We whiled away a significant chunk of the time laughing about how ridiculous we were being. Alas, Bruce must have gone in a different door. At 7:25, the sensible thing would have been to call it a night, but no one has ever called me sensible! Instead, we went in and spoke to the manager. I explained the situation and asked him if there was any way we could pull it off. Shockingly, he didn’t gape at us in horror and tell us to beat it! He suggested we come back during the Q&A at 9 and ask Bruce if it would be okay. He even said he’d let us go into the theatre without tickets! If you’re out there, Justin, you ROCK.
Craig and I went out for crepes and conversation, then returned at 8:45 to catch the tail end of the movie. At the Q&A, I explained the story to Bruce, and rather than publicly mocking me, he waved me down to take the picture! EEEEEE! He asked who I was dressed as, then asked if I looked like the character. The audience was largely silent, save for a couple smartasses who said no. (Hmph! Jim himself has [url=http://www.jimbutcheronline.com/bb/index.php/topic,7771.msg260409.html#msg260409]commended me[/url] on it!)
Alas, my camera’s flash wasn’t on, and Craig didn’t know how to turn it on, so he took two blurry photos before Bruce humorously shoved me away for taking too long, saying “Gah, Evil Dead IV will be made by the time you take the picture!” I laughed and thanked him, though inside I lamented getting so far, only to be thwarted by a stupid flash.
As a last ditch effort, I talked to one of the ushers and verified which door he’d be leaving from, and we waited for him outside. I thanked Craig for the umpteenth time for indulging my insanity. Finally, Bruce emerged! “I turned the flash on this time!” I said by way of greeting, and he grinned and said “Let’s do this thing!” We took the picture, and it was everything I hoped it would be, and Craig shook his hand, and then he was off! Craig and I did a little squee dance, and parted ways.
WINNERS = US!
Though I think we can all agree that the real winner is AMERICA.
File under: costuming, dresden files, epic win.
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