Everybody's working for the weekend
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trinityvixenOnly weekends kinda started on Thursday this week.
Thursday: Our excellent writing group met and had a grand old time. People presented and critiqued well, and, although some of us were lazy about writing something new, we all had unworkshopped pieces to share. I felt kind of stupid being the first to break my own cautions about not submitting fanfic, but I'd written nothing else for the week. Didn't matter, really, since we didn't get to it--I'll have something for next time that's original.
Friday: My turn at hosting the book club was neither disaster nor success. I managed to make the chicken all right, but my friends ended up being an hour-and-a-half late, so the cheese atop the dish was pretty, uh, cooked. The potatoes were a mess, and the salad had gotten soggy in the fridge (note to self: prepare on day, not night before, if it will be soaking in dressing). The beans, on the otherhand, were delicious. Vinegar and onions belong in every meal, truly. I don't even like green beans, but I was scarfing them. The gals in my book club gamely ate everything and had brought a very rich chocolate cake with marzipan shapes on top for dessert. We then perused the books I'd offered to provide variety and ended up choosing the one I would have, had I made the decision entirely on my own, selected: Mary Roach's Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
It was completely by accident that I managed only to find two fiction books out of the five-six I presented as options: Art Spielgelman's In the Shadow of No Towers and the Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell book. The latter, while interesting, was clearly too long for a shortened period (we're meeting early to avoid holiday complications), and the former was more to show the others that graphic novels are every bit as good as regular novels. Predictably enough, they weren't that interested in the graphic novel, but it's no big--it wasn't really a novel per se, more like disjoint tribute/memory/catharsis for the artist. On a brighter note, we got on the subject of fairy tales and promised to bring our collections to the next meeting, so I'm going to pick up my collection from Enchanted Imagination and my own copies of Fables to show. So, maybe Fables will win them over.
Saturday: Mocca! Will definitely miss that place, especially now that I've had that cherry soup...man, I should have gotten that instead of the sausages (well, those were good, too). Besides Mocca, the day was one of my longest cross-stitching stretches for about a week and a half. All I did from waking to Mocca was stitch, then when people came back, I stitched some more. It might have been a tad anti-social, but I needed to do it. More importantly, I got Virginia and Q into the craft bin and onto a project for each of them. Virginia took right to it, as did Q, and all was good. It's tres chic to be so womanly...sometimes.
Otherwise, it was woo-hoo! Fanvids! Guess the fanart! All night. Fanvids were mostly old favorites and checking over some I'd burned but otherwise didn't know too well, and showing off a couple that people hadn't seen--the best being "Otaku Army of Darkness" to the Army of Darkness trailer with Fushigi Yuugi. Yay, Tasuki! Ooh, and "The Bounty Hunters Who Don't Do Anything" from the Bebop series to the Reliant K cover of "Pirates Who Don't Do Anything." I'm surprised that among our crowd, no one had seen these! There were other muchos-awesome fanvids, my favorite by far being the Grand Theft Auto: Vice City trailer with footage from the Bebop movie (two lines killed me: "Let's settle this like men...with guns!" and Spike saying "Did I forget to mention the gun?" Almost makes me want to play Vice City...almost). Will have to hit up AMV.org for it later (if anyone knows the url offhand...).
After most of the group left, BSD, pooch, Q and I chatted till like 4 am, mostly about the randomly selected images playing on my screen saver. Some highlights of that experience are as follows:
-BSD finds out that I don't, in fact, hate Sailor Moon. I just hate Carrie watching it all day long
-The X-Kirbies come out, as do the X-Looney Tunes
-Q works on her teddy bear under my supervision
-There is much discussion of forthcoming Detective Conan episodes
-Pucik proposes that Spike is merely very, very tired at the end of Cowboy Bebop and collapsed out of exhaustion, not death--I seize upon this as a bolstering support for my need to believe the series didn't end the way it did.
-Consequently, Pooch says the Bebop movie happened after the series and not during, meaning that yay, the Bebop crew get back together and are all happy-happy family.
-BSD goes "Hmmm" at a picture of scantily clad Escaflowne characters in bed together
-He then declares, "And on that note, we leave," when a slash-a-rriffic picture of Inu-Yasha, Sesshomaru, and Naraku pops up on the screen saver.
I stitched another hour, then collapsed into bed.
Sunday: Lisa's aunt came over for dinner, and I stitched a good portion of the day again. Megan was over, Carrie watched Sailor Moon despite everyone's moaning, good wine was had in the evening. I stayed the course and worked on my cross-stitch some more, but made time for chatting with Lisa and Carrie and the Bebop movie (Saturday's antics and downloads made it impossible not to watch that, and watching the FY:Eikoden that Eugene generously donated was out of the question by the time I wanted to watch because it was a) late, and b) I was still stitching).
Which leads me to today on about five hours of sleep. Yay!
However, if I were killing with knives, Carrie would be quailing! She'd never kill me. But yeah, I'd be the soft-spoken killer. The Lord Vetinari-type. "Oh dear, I'm afraid that's not very nice of you..." ::STABS EVERYONE IN THE ROOM::
Thursday: Our excellent writing group met and had a grand old time. People presented and critiqued well, and, although some of us were lazy about writing something new, we all had unworkshopped pieces to share. I felt kind of stupid being the first to break my own cautions about not submitting fanfic, but I'd written nothing else for the week. Didn't matter, really, since we didn't get to it--I'll have something for next time that's original.
Friday: My turn at hosting the book club was neither disaster nor success. I managed to make the chicken all right, but my friends ended up being an hour-and-a-half late, so the cheese atop the dish was pretty, uh, cooked. The potatoes were a mess, and the salad had gotten soggy in the fridge (note to self: prepare on day, not night before, if it will be soaking in dressing). The beans, on the otherhand, were delicious. Vinegar and onions belong in every meal, truly. I don't even like green beans, but I was scarfing them. The gals in my book club gamely ate everything and had brought a very rich chocolate cake with marzipan shapes on top for dessert. We then perused the books I'd offered to provide variety and ended up choosing the one I would have, had I made the decision entirely on my own, selected: Mary Roach's Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
It was completely by accident that I managed only to find two fiction books out of the five-six I presented as options: Art Spielgelman's In the Shadow of No Towers and the Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell book. The latter, while interesting, was clearly too long for a shortened period (we're meeting early to avoid holiday complications), and the former was more to show the others that graphic novels are every bit as good as regular novels. Predictably enough, they weren't that interested in the graphic novel, but it's no big--it wasn't really a novel per se, more like disjoint tribute/memory/catharsis for the artist. On a brighter note, we got on the subject of fairy tales and promised to bring our collections to the next meeting, so I'm going to pick up my collection from Enchanted Imagination and my own copies of Fables to show. So, maybe Fables will win them over.
Saturday: Mocca! Will definitely miss that place, especially now that I've had that cherry soup...man, I should have gotten that instead of the sausages (well, those were good, too). Besides Mocca, the day was one of my longest cross-stitching stretches for about a week and a half. All I did from waking to Mocca was stitch, then when people came back, I stitched some more. It might have been a tad anti-social, but I needed to do it. More importantly, I got Virginia and Q into the craft bin and onto a project for each of them. Virginia took right to it, as did Q, and all was good. It's tres chic to be so womanly...sometimes.
Otherwise, it was woo-hoo! Fanvids! Guess the fanart! All night. Fanvids were mostly old favorites and checking over some I'd burned but otherwise didn't know too well, and showing off a couple that people hadn't seen--the best being "Otaku Army of Darkness" to the Army of Darkness trailer with Fushigi Yuugi. Yay, Tasuki! Ooh, and "The Bounty Hunters Who Don't Do Anything" from the Bebop series to the Reliant K cover of "Pirates Who Don't Do Anything." I'm surprised that among our crowd, no one had seen these! There were other muchos-awesome fanvids, my favorite by far being the Grand Theft Auto: Vice City trailer with footage from the Bebop movie (two lines killed me: "Let's settle this like men...with guns!" and Spike saying "Did I forget to mention the gun?" Almost makes me want to play Vice City...almost). Will have to hit up AMV.org for it later (if anyone knows the url offhand...).
After most of the group left, BSD, pooch, Q and I chatted till like 4 am, mostly about the randomly selected images playing on my screen saver. Some highlights of that experience are as follows:
-BSD finds out that I don't, in fact, hate Sailor Moon. I just hate Carrie watching it all day long
-The X-Kirbies come out, as do the X-Looney Tunes
-Q works on her teddy bear under my supervision
-There is much discussion of forthcoming Detective Conan episodes
-Pucik proposes that Spike is merely very, very tired at the end of Cowboy Bebop and collapsed out of exhaustion, not death--I seize upon this as a bolstering support for my need to believe the series didn't end the way it did.
-Consequently, Pooch says the Bebop movie happened after the series and not during, meaning that yay, the Bebop crew get back together and are all happy-happy family.
-BSD goes "Hmmm" at a picture of scantily clad Escaflowne characters in bed together
-He then declares, "And on that note, we leave," when a slash-a-rriffic picture of Inu-Yasha, Sesshomaru, and Naraku pops up on the screen saver.
I stitched another hour, then collapsed into bed.
Sunday: Lisa's aunt came over for dinner, and I stitched a good portion of the day again. Megan was over, Carrie watched Sailor Moon despite everyone's moaning, good wine was had in the evening. I stayed the course and worked on my cross-stitch some more, but made time for chatting with Lisa and Carrie and the Bebop movie (Saturday's antics and downloads made it impossible not to watch that, and watching the FY:Eikoden that Eugene generously donated was out of the question by the time I wanted to watch because it was a) late, and b) I was still stitching).
Which leads me to today on about five hours of sleep. Yay!
However, if I were killing with knives, Carrie would be quailing! She'd never kill me. But yeah, I'd be the soft-spoken killer. The Lord Vetinari-type. "Oh dear, I'm afraid that's not very nice of you..." ::STABS EVERYONE IN THE ROOM::
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Date: 2004-11-22 03:51 pm (UTC)