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Three fun things
Aug. 17th, 2006 12:22 pm1) I went to KGB bar last night, and got to hear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala read from a story of a battle robot and her boy (to use her description), complete with Arthurian references. It was a touching story, and matociquala read it well, with a vivid stage presence; I made rock star hands as she walked to the mike, friendly soul that I am. I have a touch of whatever-you-call-it phobia of crowds; I was standing by the door to the stairs during shunn's reading... which, alas, was largely drowned out where I was standing by people tromping up and down the stairs while conversing quite loudly, people doing likewise on their cellphones on the floor above us, and noises that sounded like a woman being strangled (apparently, they're rehearsing a play upstairs. Sure hope no one was talking right outside their door.)
During the intermission, as the crowd thinned, I saw a familiar head bouncing up and down, as if jumping to see over a crowd; walked over to findrosefox and sinboy. I caught up with them... and turned around to find a solid mass of people between me and the door once again. Still, this meant that I effectively had a front-row seat for matociquala's reading, so who's complaining? Not me. From there, we all (including readwrite; good to see you again!) trooped over to a Chinese restaurant on St. Mark's, where much food and good conversation were shared; good times, good times.
2) Came home from the above, and ran into an old friend from the Chatroom That Dares Not Speak Its Name; odd beyond the telling, to think that the last time I spoke to this person was immediately after 9/11. All the old in-jokes, shared memories and catchphrases came rushing back; a welcome reminded of a vanished time. She is well, and so am I, and that makes me happy.
3) Because it's the sort of thing that amuses me, I'm having "deja vu" night tonight on my DVD; I'm renting Yojimbo and Fistful of Dollars- I've certainly seen them both, but never back-to-back. (Also, while FoD is certainly largely plagiarized from Yojimbo, one might point out that Yojimbo's basic plot owes a nod to Red Harvest, by Dashiell Hammett. Not that I'm disparaging Kurosawa; I consider him the greatest purely narrative director of the sound era, bar none.)
matociquala read from a story of a battle robot and her boy (to use her description), complete with Arthurian references. It was a touching story, and matociquala read it well, with a vivid stage presence; I made rock star hands as she walked to the mike, friendly soul that I am. I have a touch of whatever-you-call-it phobia of crowds; I was standing by the door to the stairs during shunn's reading... which, alas, was largely drowned out where I was standing by people tromping up and down the stairs while conversing quite loudly, people doing likewise on their cellphones on the floor above us, and noises that sounded like a woman being strangled (apparently, they're rehearsing a play upstairs. Sure hope no one was talking right outside their door.)During the intermission, as the crowd thinned, I saw a familiar head bouncing up and down, as if jumping to see over a crowd; walked over to find
rosefox and sinboy. I caught up with them... and turned around to find a solid mass of people between me and the door once again. Still, this meant that I effectively had a front-row seat for matociquala's reading, so who's complaining? Not me. From there, we all (including readwrite; good to see you again!) trooped over to a Chinese restaurant on St. Mark's, where much food and good conversation were shared; good times, good times.2) Came home from the above, and ran into an old friend from the Chatroom That Dares Not Speak Its Name; odd beyond the telling, to think that the last time I spoke to this person was immediately after 9/11. All the old in-jokes, shared memories and catchphrases came rushing back; a welcome reminded of a vanished time. She is well, and so am I, and that makes me happy.
3) Because it's the sort of thing that amuses me, I'm having "deja vu" night tonight on my DVD; I'm renting Yojimbo and Fistful of Dollars- I've certainly seen them both, but never back-to-back. (Also, while FoD is certainly largely plagiarized from Yojimbo, one might point out that Yojimbo's basic plot owes a nod to Red Harvest, by Dashiell Hammett. Not that I'm disparaging Kurosawa; I consider him the greatest purely narrative director of the sound era, bar none.)
