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Aug. 27th, 2002 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldenmeanDon't you just love it when a plan comes together? Or in this case, don't you just love it when things suddenly come together, and all of the sudden you need to start planning?
I had just about given up Burning Man, as I've been working non stop 11 hour days (more like 14 if you want to include commute time) for the past several weeks, which doesn't exactly leave a lot of time to poke people for rides, or buy equipment, or do just about anything actually, and then *poof* in my inbox today Will is asking if I could make it to his house by 9 am tomorrow. *ponder* *ponder* Ummm, I don't know how, but yes, yes I can.
So, now I've got about 14 hours left to gather food/supplies/camping equipment/reserves of sanity that it usually takes a couple of months and someone more motivated than me prodding me to do. I've already got this mental cartoon image of me standing in the middle of the Nevada desert smacking myself in the head and going "Tent! You forgot your tent!". But everything is falling way too easily into place up to this point for me to worry too much about it.
Anyway, in backlog, I've got a couple of good sized journal entries half-written in my head that I haven't gotten around to, and it looks like I never will, so in quick summary mode...
Saw 24 Hour Party People and liked it, though I had the Trainspotting problem with it, that being I'm pretty sure I missed anywhere from 25% to 50% of the dialogue due to relatively low quality sound, club scenes, and english accents. What I did hear though, I enjoyed a lot, though I got hit by a wave of disinterest in the time and place that I'm currently living. It's a function of youth (or more likely a function of humanity) that we're convinced that just about any era is more interesting than the one we currently reside in. So I walked out of the theater wanting a) To listen to a lot of Joy Division b) Go clubbing c) Be anywhere more interesting than here and now.
Problems B and C were alleviated by Dan dragging me off to the city to go to the EFF Barney vs. Will Wheaton fight, which was really a startlingly large amount of fun. I went in the first place mainly lured by promises of seeing Val and ended up seeing tons of other people I never get to hang with anymore, as they know better than to work where I do. And Gina played Moaner by Underworld (She's surfing, she's moshing, and the girls are diving, and the girls are up to something.), which made me happy. Ended up drinking an awful lot also, as I was bound and determined to buy x dollars worth of alcohol (I can't quite remember what x was at this point, but I sure was determined at the time) and a certain bartender kept tossing my money back at me. Also, you'd think that the strongest amaretto sours can be is the strength of pure amaretto, which isn't very strong at all. This doesn't seem to be the case. There's some strange bar-tending physics occuring there that I'm not privy to. In the end Will Wheaton defeated Barney saving the world for free expression everywhere. And there was much rejoicing.
So very ready for this project to be over. I have however verified that it's possible to beat certain levels with one hand tied behind your back. Though, due to a certain short-sightedness in facilities around here, rope wasn't actually availble for said tying, so I just had to simulate by lolling an arm behind my head. I'm sure all of the one handed gamers out there are glad I'm looking out for them. Unfortunately my experiments in playing the game while asleep have been less succesful. Narcoleptics beware.
Currently reading Barrel Fever by David Sedaris, which Heather is lending to me in exchange for me lending her Naked (also by David Sedaris). I'm enjoying it, but the essays and short stories are all so ephemerally short that it's like catching snow flakes on my tongue. I read them and enjoy them for about a second, and then they're gone. *poof*. Also reading the His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman, which while targetted at a slightly younger age group are pretty enjoyable. I like his universe. It's very reminiscent of the Age of Unreason series. Not quite steampunk, but getting there.
In anime news, I now own a good chunk of Marmalade Boy. I don't know why I'm obsessed with Marmalade Boy. I really don't. It's all shoujo and kawaii as all get out, which usually isn't my cup of tea, but I saw a couple of episodes back at the Berkeley Anime club in 1995 or so, and I've been looking for it ever since. Still not out domestically, but someone at work has r33t Hong Kong anime hookups. As an added bonus, the subbing on it is *horrible* (No really, this is a good thing). Not quite as bad as "I'm the most populist girl in school", but rapidly approaching it. And, even better, they seem to switch translation teams in between episodes as there are two completely different translations of the theme song. Neither of which make sense of course. It's grand!
Argh. Ok, I have more to write, but I've also got to go ensure that I don't starve, freeze, or faint in the middle of the desert. Talk to you kids in a week or so probably. Yeah, I know, I always say that...
I had just about given up Burning Man, as I've been working non stop 11 hour days (more like 14 if you want to include commute time) for the past several weeks, which doesn't exactly leave a lot of time to poke people for rides, or buy equipment, or do just about anything actually, and then *poof* in my inbox today Will is asking if I could make it to his house by 9 am tomorrow. *ponder* *ponder* Ummm, I don't know how, but yes, yes I can.
So, now I've got about 14 hours left to gather food/supplies/camping equipment/reserves of sanity that it usually takes a couple of months and someone more motivated than me prodding me to do. I've already got this mental cartoon image of me standing in the middle of the Nevada desert smacking myself in the head and going "Tent! You forgot your tent!". But everything is falling way too easily into place up to this point for me to worry too much about it.
Anyway, in backlog, I've got a couple of good sized journal entries half-written in my head that I haven't gotten around to, and it looks like I never will, so in quick summary mode...
Saw 24 Hour Party People and liked it, though I had the Trainspotting problem with it, that being I'm pretty sure I missed anywhere from 25% to 50% of the dialogue due to relatively low quality sound, club scenes, and english accents. What I did hear though, I enjoyed a lot, though I got hit by a wave of disinterest in the time and place that I'm currently living. It's a function of youth (or more likely a function of humanity) that we're convinced that just about any era is more interesting than the one we currently reside in. So I walked out of the theater wanting a) To listen to a lot of Joy Division b) Go clubbing c) Be anywhere more interesting than here and now.
Problems B and C were alleviated by Dan dragging me off to the city to go to the EFF Barney vs. Will Wheaton fight, which was really a startlingly large amount of fun. I went in the first place mainly lured by promises of seeing Val and ended up seeing tons of other people I never get to hang with anymore, as they know better than to work where I do. And Gina played Moaner by Underworld (She's surfing, she's moshing, and the girls are diving, and the girls are up to something.), which made me happy. Ended up drinking an awful lot also, as I was bound and determined to buy x dollars worth of alcohol (I can't quite remember what x was at this point, but I sure was determined at the time) and a certain bartender kept tossing my money back at me. Also, you'd think that the strongest amaretto sours can be is the strength of pure amaretto, which isn't very strong at all. This doesn't seem to be the case. There's some strange bar-tending physics occuring there that I'm not privy to. In the end Will Wheaton defeated Barney saving the world for free expression everywhere. And there was much rejoicing.
So very ready for this project to be over. I have however verified that it's possible to beat certain levels with one hand tied behind your back. Though, due to a certain short-sightedness in facilities around here, rope wasn't actually availble for said tying, so I just had to simulate by lolling an arm behind my head. I'm sure all of the one handed gamers out there are glad I'm looking out for them. Unfortunately my experiments in playing the game while asleep have been less succesful. Narcoleptics beware.
Currently reading Barrel Fever by David Sedaris, which Heather is lending to me in exchange for me lending her Naked (also by David Sedaris). I'm enjoying it, but the essays and short stories are all so ephemerally short that it's like catching snow flakes on my tongue. I read them and enjoy them for about a second, and then they're gone. *poof*. Also reading the His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman, which while targetted at a slightly younger age group are pretty enjoyable. I like his universe. It's very reminiscent of the Age of Unreason series. Not quite steampunk, but getting there.
In anime news, I now own a good chunk of Marmalade Boy. I don't know why I'm obsessed with Marmalade Boy. I really don't. It's all shoujo and kawaii as all get out, which usually isn't my cup of tea, but I saw a couple of episodes back at the Berkeley Anime club in 1995 or so, and I've been looking for it ever since. Still not out domestically, but someone at work has r33t Hong Kong anime hookups. As an added bonus, the subbing on it is *horrible* (No really, this is a good thing). Not quite as bad as "I'm the most populist girl in school", but rapidly approaching it. And, even better, they seem to switch translation teams in between episodes as there are two completely different translations of the theme song. Neither of which make sense of course. It's grand!
Argh. Ok, I have more to write, but I've also got to go ensure that I don't starve, freeze, or faint in the middle of the desert. Talk to you kids in a week or so probably. Yeah, I know, I always say that...
