My Face for the World to See (Part II):
The Diary of Sherilyn Connelly
Monday, 31 December 2012 (a broken ouroboros)
The managing editor of the weekly has asked me to come to a meeting next week in which "editors and critics get together to hash out submissions and pull finalists" for the annual "Masterminds" issue. I don't entirely undertsand it, but neat! I'm a critic and they want me to come into the office do critic-type things!
I wrote my upstairs neighbors to ask whether or not they'll be having a party tonight, and they confirmed that they will indeed be having a dinner party, after which they'll go downtown for midnight, then return "with friends." Which confirms that I'll be spending the night at Marta's place. It's much colder there than at the Black Light District, and it's a busier and louder neighborhood overall, but her apartment will be much quieter than mine. (And her ex-boyfriend / current roommate is out of town, of course. Otherwise, I'd have to go with Plan C, whatever that is.)
Spent the afternoon at Marta's, and now I'm at Andy's Chinese Food, the place to be when you're alone for dinner on New Year's Eve. And it's a Fried Crab Cheese Puffs kinda night.
sometime after midnight
Plan C, it turns out, it sleeping in Pete and Sarah's guest bedroom. Wasn't my ideawe got together for our usual Monday night Justified-fest, and they offered to let me stay the night. Sold American! And, except for the fact that Marta isn't with me, it's been much more pleasant than last year's public transportation adventure.
Sunday, 30 December 2012 (plagues of angels)
Got to bed around three in the morning, and slept until ten. Oh, thank goodness. Usually my body isn't so generous with the sleep after the sun has come up.
We got a pretty good turnout at Bad Movie Night for End of Days, and I'm told Christmas Evil also drew a respectable crowd last week. Oh, please please please...
Saturday, 29 December 2012 (the 14,450th day)
Well, then! Some guy really didn't like my article about Lawrence of Arabia on the weekly, and went the full ad hominem to make his point. Charming.
"The only thing provoking lots of laughter and active dislike is the outright retarded lead-in to this piss-poor piece and its re-gressive, socially comatose outlook. If the majority of movies today "suck"(in equally retarded YouTube parlance)it's because of the hypocritically correct's revisionist view of reality in its lame-arse attempts to compel the entire universe to conform to its own self-inflicted stupidity and all the world-revolves-around-me-and-all-my-wishfully-thinking retardation. The proof?! Well, y'know what, though? When this academy award-winning film and all its "blackface" and "racist"-performing cast are being watched, admired and appreciated at its 100th year anniversary, what's her face(oh, don't you remember her?!), Sherilyn Connelly shall be well relegated to laughable, actively-disliked nobody-footnote history! Get a mind and grow the FUK up, will you? And at least get an accurate and definitive definition of the word "racist" before mis-using it so moronically. "Ah, the internet. What's not to love?
With Pete and KrOB at the Uptown Nightclub in Oakland to see Negativland. KrOB bought my ticket and Pete drove, so I couldn't be happier.
sometime after midnight
Getting home at 2:50am makes me feel like I'm thirty-three again. (I was quite the night owl in 2006.) And it was a great show, even if though it seemed like we were among the few people there who actually had any prior knowledge of what Negativland does. I'd asked the weekly's music editor if they wanted a review, but they never replied. Bummer.
Friday, 28 December 2012 (hung from the moon)
Rode my bike for the first time in weeks. I have a lot of misbehavior to burn off.
I don't really talk to my neighbors anymore, and we certainly don't keep each other apprised of our holiday plans (like when they have loud parties), but when I got back into town on Wednesday night it sure seemed like they may have been elsewhere as well. And maybe they were, but they're back for sure now, along with the beast. Alas. Still not as bad as Christmas 2007, when the giraffe-handlers were supposed to be gone until after the first of the year but instead returned very loudly on Christmas night. Plus, I'm not in the final stages of a protracted breakup (or any kind of breakup) with Marta the way I was with Vash at the time, so there's that. It was just a bad Christmas all aound, and this one was much better.
My last article of the year is up on the weekly, about the restoration of Lawrence of Arabia playing at the Castro this weekend. I may even go see it. But tonight I stay in, since I'll be out in the world the next few nights.
Thursday, 27 December 2012 (old black)
Dropped Perdita off at home, spent the night at Marta's place, and took her to the airport so she could fly to Chicago to see her mom. Now I have to figure out what to do with myself for the next week while she's gone. I'll start by going to KrOB's tonight to watch another Jerry Lewis movie.
Wednesday, 26 December 2012 (a multiplicity of doors)
On our way back to Fresno. Perdita put up more resistance than usual (basically by hiding under the bed most of the morning), but she's sleeing now. And being between storms, the drive on I-5 are gorgeous. So, it's all good.
Tuesday, 25 December 2012 (father night)
During our Christmas Day gathering this year (joined by Tom, who seems to have fully recovered from his drunken car crash last Christmas), we discussed something that I'd always suspected was an urban legend but turned out to be true: a trapeze performer falling to her death at a circus my family attended. But it's in the newspaper and everything.
And, the other side of our Christmas dining traditions: Japanese food for dinner at Edo-Ya. The service is as slow as ever, but the food is delicious.
I've gotten very little work done these last couple days, mostly because Marta and I have discovered ARC Squandron for the iPad. But what the heck, it's Christmas.
Monday, 24 December 2012 (angels of darkness, demons of light)
Marta and I haven't been getting much exercise since it's been raining out the the last couple days, but it's cleared up, so we're finally getting out of the house for a walk. And, we get to see the ponding basins doing its thing. I never really understood how they worked when I was growing up, and I still don't. They're for flood control somehow, but beyond that, it's a mystery to me.
At Ovidio's for Christmas Eve dinner, which is just about the best tradition ever. And Marta's with us, which makes it better yet.
After dinner, we walked the neighborhood to see the festive paper bags with candles, which we saw getting set up on our walk this morning, all lit. Then Marta joined me and Jonco on our annual drive down Huntington Boulevard to see all the lights and decorations, though we didn't know beforehand that they're not doing all the lights and decorations this year. Alas.
Sunday, 23 December 2012 (hell's earth)
I had a 4.0 at the end of my first semester (easy enough when you're only taking one graded class), a 3.666 at the end of my second (took two classes, got an A in one and a B in the other because of some stupid mistakes), and now at the end of my third semester I have a 3.800 (two classes, got an A in each). Whew. I'll take it.
Marta and I are at Oh Wow! Nickel Arcade, since we're in Fresno and all. Every time I get more than 30 points on a roll in Skee-Ball, I feel inordinately proud of myself, like I've finally cracked the code.
Marta has made candy cane-infused brownies. I've declined to lick the bowl, but I enjoy watching her lick the beater.
Once again, Bad Movie Night is happening and I am not there. It always feels weird, and it's probably going to happen a lot more in 2013. At least I didn't mess up the DVD like the last time I was Fresno.
Saturday, 22 December 2012 (setting down)
My big busywork project while we're in Fresno is working on the latest book proposal, the one the publisher expressed some mild interest in. There's no way it can reasonably be submitted until late January, since my collaborator on the project won't be able to supply their material until then, but I still intend to get as far ahead of schedule on it as possible. To that end, I'm currently gathering statistics from a community Wiki. It's fairly reliable information in this context, but the library-school side of me is screaming no! WIKIPEDIA IS NOT A VALID SOURCE!
The actual what's-happening-when schedule for next year's SF Sketchfest is up, and lookit us, Bad Movie Night is within 300 pixels of Stephen Tobolowsky! Neat. (Of course, it means I won't get to see his show myself, but...)
Friday, 21 December 2012 (descent to the zenith)
In order to skew the odds in favor of getting decent-because-it's-"authentic" food, Marta and I try to eat at Mexican restaurants when we're on the road. And we typically get the Huevos Rancheros and Huevos Mexicanos between us. Hasn't failed us yet, especially since it's historically a vegetarian dish, but that didn't stop Gaeta's Taqueria in Gilroy from slapping a steaming slice of ham on Marta's plate. Just not okay on several levels.
Arrived in Fresno safe and sound, Perdita the majority of the way, as she will.