Are you gonna be here for Norwescon? I sure hope so!
luv u grl!
The best part: I got to meet some people I've wanted to meet for years. Thom Carnell, co-creator of "Carpe Noctem" magazine and walking horror movie encyclopedia, is a sweet, funny, and very smart dude. I really enjoyed hanging out with him. Nick Mamatas, aka nihilistic_kid , not only has the funniest blog on LJ, but he's a great guy. You wouldn't guess from the high acid content of his book and movie reviews, but he's very friendly and easy to talk with. And it doesn't hurt that he's a stone cutie. (Sorry if I just harassed you, Nick.) Got to meet John Skipp, one of my writer idols, and his writing partner Cody Goodfellow. Again, great folks.
I love love love horror movies, but I don't usually come to Crypticon for the media guests. I mean, sure, it's incredibly cool to meet somebody like Doug Jones, fabulous actor and generally sweetest guy on the planet. But I never know what to say to movie actors. I guess they intimidate me a little. But I'm getting over that. Last year I met Doug J and Michael Berryman. Both awesome. Doug was back this year (yay!) and I got to meet Heather Langenkamp from Nightmare on Elm Street, Kane Hodder, aka Jason (dang that dude is big) and Ernie Hudson! Squee! Ernie Hudson! I think I took him by surprise when I told him I'd just seen him in "Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horror," and his segment was the best. He seemed to like it, though!
The most entertaining celeb this year was Felissa Rose, the lead actress from 1983's "Sleepaway Camp." If you've never seen it, it's one of the funniest, most awesomely corny slashers to come out of the early 80's. Felissa was just 13 when she made the movie. Well, they had a screening of "Sleepaway," with Felissa giving live commentary! OMG was that hilarious. All the goofy stuff that happened behind the scenes, who was sleeping with who, and general smartass comments abounded. The lady rocks. (Plus she had her incredibly cute baby with her. Babiez rawk.)
My dear friend Erik Tavares won the Crypticon writing contest with a kickass short story about marital strife and lake monsters. Angel Leigh McCoy came in second with a fine Southern Gothic piece.
I went to a lot of readings. That's one of my favorite things about conventions. If you ever get to hear John Skipp and Cody Goodfellow read from their book "The Day Before," jump at the chance. And go buy it right nooooow!
I saw some really fun movies, too. My favorite of the weekend was an utterly demented flick called "Someone's Knocking at the Door." This is some sick and twisted stuff--18+, I'd say. But it's also brilliant. Well written, well acted, and the sound design was astonishing. I loved it so much I bought it.
And if you haven't seen it, "The Hill Run Red" is delightful, in a clever but splattery kind of way. (Bought that one too.) It's very, VERY dark humor about a guy who is obsessed with finding the lost horror film "The Hills Run Red," which is supposed to be the most gruesome flick ever made. Huge fun, loads of gore. Bonus: William Sadler! Love that guy.
I also saw some great short films from MIFF. Seattle locals, support this festival! It's awesome!
Zombies everywhere at the convention. They attacked Denny's at one point. That was pretty sweet.
Crypticon is shaping up to be a really, really fine convention. I hope to stay involved with it in years to come. And I'm DEFINITELY attending!
Happy 4th of July weekend, everybody!
- Current Location:work
- Current Mood:awake
- Current Music:Ludo
Yes, wouldn't you know it, another scary bus experience has driven me back into the arms of LJ. I just have too much to bitch about for it all to fit in a Facebook update.
So I hop on the bus to work this morning. I recognize the driver. I don't have the same driver every day, but I remember this one because I noticed in the past that she only talks to white people, which irritates me.
There's a homeless couple I see on the morning bus from time to time. A tall white man in his 30's and a pretty Native American girl in her 20's. They're good folks. I've chatted with them before. They're never rude, loud, inebriated, or in any way obnoxious. Unline some of the other, more financially stable passengers.
Today the couple starts to board after I get on. The man puts in five dollars; it's $2.50 for each person to go downtown. The driver loudly accuses him of not paying her the last time he came on the bus. He says she's mistaken him for someone else. She demands another five dollars. In the meantime, the girl, who had been napping on a bench, gets up and tries to get on the bus.
To my utter astonishment, the driver slams the door shut ON THE GIRL'S HAND, and starts creeping the bus forward. DRIVING WITH HER HAND SHUT IN THE DOOR! A bunch of us yell at the driver to stop, and she does, but doesn't open the door. The girl is angry, frightened, and starting to cry. The man is furious and threatens to report the bus driver for assault. The girl manages to yank her hand out of the door.
Suddenly three Issaquah police cars pull up and block the bus off. The driver smugly announces she hit the silent alarm, and finally opens the door. The driver and the couple all start shouting at the cops at once. One of the cops tells the bus driver to wait her turn, pulls the couple off, and starts talking to them. The bus door is standing open, so I start to get off the bus.
GET BACK ON THE BUS MA'AM, THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU, bellows the cop. "YES IT DOES," I bellow back in a friendly fashion. (Hey, I don't want to get a club upside the head.) "I saw what happened and I want to tell you."
"Well, okay," says the cop. I tell him about the argument. I tell him I have no idea who is right about the bus fare, but I did see the driver slam the door on the girl's hand and start to drive. He writes stuff in his notebook. I get back on the bus. The driver glares at me--STARE OF DEATH! She gets off the bus and tells her side of the story. Loudly. Lying.
In the end, nobody gets charged with anything. The cops give the couple a voucher for the next bus, because they (understandably) don't want to get back on with Psycho Driver. One of the cops bends down and whispers in Psycho Driver's ear for awhile, before letting her drive off. She doesn't look happy afterwards. I hope he told her not to FUCKING DRAG PEOPLE WITH A CITY BUS. I would have been happier if he'd arrested her.
I could feel white-hot deathballs on my back as I got off the bus in Seattle. I'm fully expecting this woman to try to run me over next time I'm lucky enough to get her as a driver. Well, BRING IT ON, BITCH!
I cannot stand it when somebody treats somebody else as subhuman for any reason. Being homeless, being Indian, whatever. I'm writing a letter of formal complaint to the Transit Authority.
That was hours ago, and I'm still steamed. Crikey. I needs a beer.
- Current Location:work
- Current Mood: angry
- Current Music:Jonathan Coulton (he makes me happy)
It's no secret that I have a gigantic crush on Crispin Glover. Have for years. I don't care that his sexuality is completely unknown--in fact, I kind of like that about him. He doesn't talk about it, nor should he have to, because it's his own damn business. Whether he's straight, gay, or something else entirely, I still have a gigantic crush on him.
The thing is, the characters he plays are usually not very sexual. In fact, they tend to be just the opposite. They're either completely repressed, or obsessed with something that distracts them.
Well. I just saw the 2007 remake of "The Wizard of Gore." I was expecting it to be fun, since it starred Crispin and featured Jeffrey Combs and Brad Dourif. (Brad also makes my horns pointy, but I'll save him for another day.)
CG's performance in "Wizard" was flamboyant, over-the-top, twisted, and totally sexually charged. Okay, not in a healthy kind of way. He dismembers people onstage. But there's something intensely hot about his performance. If you watch the movie, check out the deleted scenes. In the re-creation of the final scene of the original "Wizard of Gore," which was sadly cut, he's practically on fire.
Anyway. Lust aside, it's a great movie. Off to take a cold shower now.
Damn. I wish Crispin would call ME his bitch. I'd rather he didn't pull my intestines out, but what the hell...
What can I say, the food looked good, and I got hungry for the first time in almost a week. Like I said, I wasn't in this to prove anything, just to try to reset my innards, and it seems to have worked. All is happy in the land of digestion.
An interesting experiment. If things ever get as bad as they were six days ago, I may try it again.
- Current Location:home
- Current Music:Crystal griping at me to pet her. AWOOOO!
I've been to a "reguar" doctor about this too, of course. I got me some kickass pills that soothe my stomach almost immediately, but they also knock me out. Fine at night, but not exactly convenient during the day.
Day 1: Stomach hurt all day long. Couldn't even look at food.
Day 2: Stomach still hurts. Briefly hungry from time to time, but all food is grossing me out at the moment.
Day 3: Stomach has stopped hurting. Vaguely hungry once in awhile, but by this point (yesterday) I did some research on fasting for digestive health, and I decided to go with it. Energy level is fine. Only weird side effect: everything i see and hear is more in focus, sharper and clearer.
Day 4: Not hungry at all. Energy level is fine. Not irritable. Drinking tons of water and taking vitamins. Body is starting to purge. Totally gross, but listed as a common occurrance during fasting.
More as things progress. I have not yet hit a state of altered consciousness, other than the colors and sounds. I suspect that's becuse my body is chowing down on my butt fat insted of starving. Not irritable, stamina seems to be the same.
- Current Location:home
- Current Music:Family Guy on the teevee
Two divisions of RealNetworks split off to become their own, independent companies. One was the Games division. The other was the Music division--namely, Rhapsody. Since I've been writing help files for Rhapsody since dinosaurs roamed the Earth, I was brought into the new company.
RealNetworks is still at the same location, on the waterfront in Belltown. Rhapsody has been moved to the U.S. Bank Tower in downtown, at 5th and Pine. It's a brave new world! So far, I'm having a blast with it, even though there was a buttload of work involved in changing Rhapsody's brand from Real to one of our own. A few long nights, but if you've worked in the tech sector, you know how that goes. Things have settled down a bit by now. Okay, it's a little weird that we have 118 employees and only 13 of us are women, but hey, that's software for ya.
RealNetworks is still making RealPlayer, if you're a fan of the video download feature. And Rhapsody has just dropped the all-you-can-stream subscription price to $9.99 a month. If you love music, it's SO totally worth it. And I'm not just saying that because I work there. I'd subscribe to Rhapsody in any case. Over 9 million songs! It's particularly great for the kids. Orion is exploring surf guitar and '80's metal right now, and he can find and listen to almost anything he wants.
Okay, done pitching. I'm just super-excited about Rhapsody, cuz I'm a hardcore music fiend.
- Current Location:couchland
- Current Mood:geeky
- Current Music:Some godawful video game noises from the teevee
Speaking of the career path--pretty well settled into Big Silver Building downtown with the Rhapsody crew. Things are crazy-busy, but it's kind of fun to be involved in what is essentially a start-up. Lots of pitfalls, but even more opportunities. Despite ongoing technical and server problems, things are cool. I thought I would go crazy moving from a closed-door office to an open office plan, but with a crew of just 118, it totally makes sense. It's really nice to just walk around a corner and ask somebody a question instead of trying to find him or her on a totally different floor on another side of the building. Not having privacy issues either. When I have to concentrate, I just put my bigass headphones on and blast music to drown everything else out.
The on-site health club is awe-inspiring. So far I've just used the weight machines and elliptical machines, but I'm hoping to get in some yoga classes. The best part: you can change, shower, and change back all inside the club. At Real, there was no place to change in the gym, and the shower was on the other side of the building. This involved a lot of walking through the halls all drippy and sweaty in your workout clothes. I don't particularly give a crap, but I know it made some people nervous and/or self-conscious. Not me honey, I'm proud of my guns! Heh!
Huge amounts of stress (not work related) are causing me to have strange physical reactions. The most recent is a total inability to eat wtihout extreme pain. I haven't eaten in about 72 hours. It doesn't seem to affect me in any adverse way, although everything appears a little sharper, more in focus. I'm not even really hungry. I get briefly hungry once in awhile, but by the time I make it to the kitchen, it's gone. I'm now considering this an experiment. I'm aiming for a solid week of fasting. It's not that big a deal, various religions fast for much longer. I'm just curious to see if I achieve another level of consciousness or something. <g> On the upside, I'm not drinking. Drinking on a totally empty stomach = Dumbass Move.
I've been posting epic buttloads of movie reviews on Facebook. Are all y'all on Facebook, or should I post them here too? (I've decided that wasting my life watching movies is my true calling.)
Well, not really. I recently finished a nonfic book with my BFF Vikki. It's at the publisher's being reviewed, wish me luck!
Okay, I guess I should stfu now and try to go back to sleep. It won't work. Whine.
- Current Location:couchland
- Current Mood:awake
- Current Music:snoring pibble
So I haven't posted in ten million years, and now I'm posting just to bellyache. Yeah, what else is new?
Awhile back I saw the Diablo Cody movie "Jennifer's Body." It's about a gorgeous, demonically possessed teenage girl who rips the guts out of teenage boys and eats them. It's sharp, witty, and way, WAY more fun than a teenage cannibal movie should be. However, a lot of my horror writer (and horror fan) friends hated this movie. Hated it with an undying passion.
Why? Well, first they rag on the rapid-fire, stylized, snarky dialog. It's "unrealistic." Then they move on to the way Diablo Cody tends to beat you with the Obvious Stick. Okay, it's pretty irritating that Jennifer's best friend's nickname is "Needy." And that Needy's sweet boyfriend's last name is "Dove." Okay, we get it. But you know who else is guilty of stylized, snarky dialog and super-obvious character naming?
Yep. Joss. Whom most of my pissy horror friends worship.
So why is it OK for all the dialog in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" to sound like a teenage version of a '40's Spencer/Tracy comedy, but it's BAD BAD BAD when Diablo Cody does it? Why is it OK to for Joss to name a sweet, innocent character Willow and a punk rock vampire Spike, but it's not OK when Diablo Cody does the same kind of thing?
Don't get me wrong, I don't worship La Cody. I enjoyed "Juno," but I had problems with it. There was a bit of the Obvious Stick in that movie too. And if Juno loved punk music so much, why was there no punk in the soundtrack? And why did she sing a barfmaking emo love song at the end? But nevertheless, I think DC is very talented. And I think "Jennifer's Body" was a really, really fun movie. I might even buy it.
So...why can't Diablo play in Joss's pool? Is it because she's a GIRL? Geez, I really hope not..
- Current Location:home
- Current Mood: sick
- Current Music:"Ponyo" on the teevee