I never win things. Never ever ever.
On twitter, Amanda Fucking Palmer held a contest—she’d choose two random people who retweeted her next tweet, and those people would win tickets to the upcoming Evelyn Evelyn concert at Oberon in Harvard Square.
And I entered.
And I won.
I honestly stared at my username for a full minute, slightly dazed, sure I was reading it wrong. But no. I gave AFP my name, and now I’m on the guest list for Monday 12th, and SHE PROMISED TO HUG ME AND I’M HOLDING HER TO IT.
I am so. Fucking. Excited.
(and if you happen to go, say hi! I have red glasses and a leafy tattoo on my back. I will probably be somewhat intoxicated, which means I’ll be your friend instantly.)
Couldn’t find Wednesday the Cat. Went, “hm, can’t find Wednesday. Well, that’s interesting. But I mean, she’s a cat, she’s probably doing her cat thing.”
And then I found her!
awwww it’s a kitty rolled up in a blanket!!
It has been exactly two years since I started this novel. I’ve been working on it on and off since then, starting and restarting and never finishing.
I’ve been working on plotting and background stuff, and I’m about to start writing again. I kind of want to just try to write a draft as quickly as possible and see what I create.
So. It is Saturday, March 27, 11:24pm, and I am at 0 words.
Here we go.
So I have a guilty little secret. I am a Kurosawa fangirl.
This is Kurosawa:
This is also Kurosawa:
from Seven Samurai
from Seven Samurai
from Throne of Blood
He is basically my favorite director ever. And the Brattle Theatre in Harvard Square is doing about a month of what they are calling a repertory series, “The Warrior’s Camera: Akira Kurosawa Centennial” but what I am calling KUROSAWAFEST. (What would have been his 100th birthday was last Tuesday.) First up is STRAY DOG, a neo-noir starring a young Toshiro Mifune; I will be going this evening with my kid brother if he gets all his homework done. I AM SO EXCITED.
Because the only thing better than a Kurosawa film? A Kurosawa film ON A BIG SCREEN.
Kurosawafest 2010. It has begun.
*insert fangirl squee*
Been a while. Been busy/bored/distracted/etc. I am going to try to do better. Promise.
But for now, we’ll do a random updatey thing.
At this moment in time: wearing pink zebra pajamas and watching Hell’s Kitchen.
Currently reading: Whitechapel Gods by S.M. Peters.
Currently writing: not at all. There may be an angsty post about this soon.
Current favorite comic:
Current ranking of the San Jose Sharks: #2 in their division, #4 in the conference. Sliding on a 5-game losing streak. Come on, guys!
Current position of Wednesday the Cat: arm of the couch, glaring at me.
Is there anything else you want to know??
It’s been a while since I’ve been to the House of Blues, but I think Flogging Molly was a good way to break that sad streak. Absolutely fab show.
I do have one little gripe about the venue (the first time this has ever happened at gracetopia!). Like I said, it’s been a while, but in the interim the HOB has installed about 6-8 LCD screens around the floor and at the bars. I disapprove wholeheartedly. I don’t like being advertised at while I’m waiting for the show to start, and I don’t like the insinuation that if you can’t see the show, these screens are an acceptable alternative. They aren’t. You may as well just stay home and watch the DVD. Now, granted, I spent most of the show close enough to the front that the screens weren’t actually in my view, but STILL. Dislike.
ANYWAY. On to the awesomeness.
The first opener, the Architects, were decent. Not great, but decent. Then the second opener was this guy named Frank Turner, who was fantastic. I totally loved his music, and he is an amazing stage show. Like, he’s one of those people who is doing exactly what he should be doing with his life. Also, I think I’ve seen him before. Really. Strangest sense of dejá vù.
Then Flogging Molly came on stage.
Spectacular. The end.
(N.B. Not only do I write KILLER music reviews (see above!) I let them sit in my “drafts” list for like WEEKS after the show! good job Grace!)