February 11th, 2008
|11:14 pm - My life, isn't it thrilling...|
So, last night was the final night of Comedy at 303. For now, anyway.
It started an hour earlier, and had extra comedians because it was a grand finale et al. However, tinyteddyqueen and becker_ missed the first half because they were installing a toilet (or something), so I hung out with Sam and Chis beforehand, when they had dinner at Lamb-O's (I'm not trying to annoy you, Goldie, but I can't think of it as anything else, now...)
Anyhoo, as always Ross Noble was hilarious, some of the other comedians were good, and some were not as good. I particularly liked a group called "Hound of the Baskervilles" who did a whole bunch of movie parody stuff.
We also has some amusing running jokes about this bloke with dreadlocks trawling for women with his hair. And, erm, lesbians.
Oh, and Ross had, of all things, a Hamilton Spectator which he did a bit of mocking with. (The Spec is the local paper of the area my parents live. And yes, the region is just that mockable. *went to primary school in a town voted the state's most boring*)
And of cause were our many and numerous guest appearances from Brenton, the audience member with an incredibly irritating laugh, who ended up selling badges in the hallway. Which were amusing to start with, but kind of got old after a while (and possibly a little cruel, since I got the strong impression Brenton had some sort of mental problem).
It did lead us to probably the only time a comedy gig has passed around a collecting glass in order to pay one of the audience members to leave, though...
Today was much less exciting. Slept in, and then wandered over to Lygon Street for a bit.
Bought a bunch of books from the second-hand place (Brian Caswell's two Deucalion books, Ashling, since I don't own a copy even if I've read it several times. And the first couple of Diane Duane's Young Wizards books, since I've only heard good things about them. And Ms Duane is always awesome on FW).
Oh, and Ishka had a sale on. And yes, I know Ishka sells all those new age-y hippie sort of clothes, but the key fact is that they were new age-y hippie sorts of clothes on sale. And so I got a couple of things.
Oh, and then since it was a Monday and I was near Nova, I went and got a cheap ticket to go see Juno. Which was actually quite good - sweet and clever, and loved the style it was filmed in - even if it's not an instant favourite of mind.
Current Mood: awake
OMG Young Wizards! I started reading those books purely and entirely because of FW, and I have never regretted it. I got the first one for my daughter thinking we'd read it together over the period a few weeks or so, and we ended up reading the whole thing in one sitting, with me reading aloud and her bringing me water like those people at the sidelines of marathons. And then we immediately bought the next two online the second we were done. I <3 Diane Duane.
Edited at 2008-02-12 06:13 am (UTC)
I got the first three of them second hand, so I'll give them a shot. If I like them, I'll work my way through the whole series.
Finished the first one!
It's not half bad, even if I find myself more interested in the concepts than the characters at this point. Oh, and Fred the White Hole, who was love.
(Also, and Tom and Carl supposed to come off as a gay couple, or is that my slash goggles?)
Fred was definitely love, yes. I cried. But, then, I cry at everything, I still cry every time Neville gets his 10 points in the first book, I'm just that much of a dork.
And believe it or not, IIRC, Tom and Carl get even more slashy as time goes on. No canon confirmation that I know of, but I'd be very surprised if Diane Duane didn't realize the implications she's got going on there, even if she didn't at first. They are totally my OTP.
And I thought I was soppy. ;)
I can't imagine how Diane could hang out on FW and not pick up on the subtext.
Dude, I've cried at documentaries. I've cried at commercials. It's bad, seriously, I nearly had to be removed from a movie theater when I was three years old because I cried so hard when R2-D2 got blown up. And it wasn't the first time.
I am the Queen of Soppyness! Go me! XD
The song "Memory" from Cats makes me cry every time I hear it. And I once burst into tears on a tram, because the finale of Les Mis started playing on my iPod.
Also, I once cried over The Saga Begins by Weird Al.
...What a weird competition we are having.
We'll have to stop now, before it makes me cry. XD XD
This thread has been officially declared a Soppy Mess Zone.
She hasn't confirmed it in the books, but I believe she's hinted very strongly at it online, even if she hasn't come right out and said it. :)
YW is brilliant and my second-favourite fandom.