Random Bits
* My godchild, when asked what she'd do if she had wings, replied, "Go to circus class, then fly to Los Angeles and fly around Auntie's (meaning me) room, and she'd be all 'What the... what's that thing flying around my room.'" The godchild (who is 3 and change, is so much love. So much hilarious love).
* Due to the poor triathlete who got munched by a shark this morning a little north of San Diego, the odds of me surfing have just descended to non-existent. This is not like my "no sharks in the Mediterranean" fantasy wherein I know it's not real, but there really aren't people eaters in the shallows near Greece and Turkey. San Diego is not known AT ALL for shark attacks. Man, it's like the coyotes. The sharks are moving in closer, just waiting to get some food. They don't know we're not food!
* Went to the Dylan tribute concert at the Skirball on Wednesday which was kind of hilarious - the bartenders made me two hard core martinis in plastic cups and I got a little tipsy and sappy sitting in the audience listening to Maria McKee and Zack de la Rocha, and John Doe sing Dylan. The poor girl (Meiko) who opened forgot the words, and unlike the others, didn't bring lyrics out with her. I wouldn't say it was a fabulous tribute to Dylan, but it was a great line up and a good concert that made me feel happy and gooey inside and out. Half the artists appeared to not actually know anything about Dylan, or know his music, and while some used that to their advantage (I may be a newly minted Michael Franti/Spearhead fan), those who didn't kind of pissed me off (Lucinda Williams, hello. Seriously? Masters of War?)
* I'm writing a story about a man who disappears. I'm absurdly happy about this.
*Captain Tripps is abating. Criminal Minds is hitting the stage in S2 that makes me feel dirty and kind of sick for watching it (bonus point - lots and lots of ethnically diverse women in positions of power to help balance out the awful ratio of women being hit by violence. Bonus unpoints - the story line that allows your lead female character to leave the show being a reaction of her emotions. Bad CM, no cookie, no Emmy, and no feminista badge.), and turns out all y'all who advocated the George R.R. Martin books were right.
* Due to the poor triathlete who got munched by a shark this morning a little north of San Diego, the odds of me surfing have just descended to non-existent. This is not like my "no sharks in the Mediterranean" fantasy wherein I know it's not real, but there really aren't people eaters in the shallows near Greece and Turkey. San Diego is not known AT ALL for shark attacks. Man, it's like the coyotes. The sharks are moving in closer, just waiting to get some food. They don't know we're not food!
* Went to the Dylan tribute concert at the Skirball on Wednesday which was kind of hilarious - the bartenders made me two hard core martinis in plastic cups and I got a little tipsy and sappy sitting in the audience listening to Maria McKee and Zack de la Rocha, and John Doe sing Dylan. The poor girl (Meiko) who opened forgot the words, and unlike the others, didn't bring lyrics out with her. I wouldn't say it was a fabulous tribute to Dylan, but it was a great line up and a good concert that made me feel happy and gooey inside and out. Half the artists appeared to not actually know anything about Dylan, or know his music, and while some used that to their advantage (I may be a newly minted Michael Franti/Spearhead fan), those who didn't kind of pissed me off (Lucinda Williams, hello. Seriously? Masters of War?)
* I'm writing a story about a man who disappears. I'm absurdly happy about this.
*Captain Tripps is abating. Criminal Minds is hitting the stage in S2 that makes me feel dirty and kind of sick for watching it (bonus point - lots and lots of ethnically diverse women in positions of power to help balance out the awful ratio of women being hit by violence. Bonus unpoints - the story line that allows your lead female character to leave the show being a reaction of her emotions. Bad CM, no cookie, no Emmy, and no feminista badge.), and turns out all y'all who advocated the George R.R. Martin books were right.