Ophelia, you standoffish, landfall-avoiding, attention-seeking whore of a weather system, you are fucking with my plans to enjoy raucous piratey goodness this weekend. Disperse and be done with you, you vainglorious bitch.
Ahem.
Other things I suspect I will not be attending in the vicinity of Boston include Terry Pratchett reading in Harvard Square and the guys who write the webcomic Penny Arcade talking at MIT, both happening tonight.
Also, I did not realize that Tom Hanks had an IMAX movie called Magnificent Desolation: Walking on the Moon coming out next Friday, presumably to coincide with the release of the From the Earth to the Moon: Signature Edition due out next Tuesday, whose existence I only know about because of the giant display in Best Buy trying to pimp the free-with-purchase-of DVD of the first episode of Rome to me.
While investigating these matters, I learned other things I did not know about, being that IMAX films about both Antarctica and fighter pilots are playing at the Museum of Science. I did at least know about the Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination world premiere exhibit opening October 27, and the Wright Lectures on Cosmic Evolution, but probably only because of my membership in the MoS.
I also remembered that I've never seen even part of The Right Stuff, which is, for me, odd to the point of buhness, and must be rectified with all appropriate speed.
I'm failing so miserably at being me that I expect the coach to pull me at any second and send in the back-up me. With any luck, she'll be able to finish the Worst-Case Scenario fic I almost completely forgot about, salvage the
sga_flashfic thing that I've done strange and unnatural things to, and maybe even do both without the horribly lame jokes I seem to be making today. Not to mention everything else I've been letting slide.
In happier news, first-string The Boy seems to have recovered from last week's near-divorceworthy stumble, and has also gotten himself promoted at work! So there's a silver lining to the solid cloud cover blanketing the city and this team...
Ahem.
Other things I suspect I will not be attending in the vicinity of Boston include Terry Pratchett reading in Harvard Square and the guys who write the webcomic Penny Arcade talking at MIT, both happening tonight.
Also, I did not realize that Tom Hanks had an IMAX movie called Magnificent Desolation: Walking on the Moon coming out next Friday, presumably to coincide with the release of the From the Earth to the Moon: Signature Edition due out next Tuesday, whose existence I only know about because of the giant display in Best Buy trying to pimp the free-with-purchase-of DVD of the first episode of Rome to me.
While investigating these matters, I learned other things I did not know about, being that IMAX films about both Antarctica and fighter pilots are playing at the Museum of Science. I did at least know about the Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination world premiere exhibit opening October 27, and the Wright Lectures on Cosmic Evolution, but probably only because of my membership in the MoS.
I also remembered that I've never seen even part of The Right Stuff, which is, for me, odd to the point of buhness, and must be rectified with all appropriate speed.
I'm failing so miserably at being me that I expect the coach to pull me at any second and send in the back-up me. With any luck, she'll be able to finish the Worst-Case Scenario fic I almost completely forgot about, salvage the
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In happier news, first-string The Boy seems to have recovered from last week's near-divorceworthy stumble, and has also gotten himself promoted at work! So there's a silver lining to the solid cloud cover blanketing the city and this team...