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dragonrift and songandance. I'm getting kind of close to that whole triple-digit friend thing. Call me shallow, but I'm excited. ;)
The weekend was pretty groovy, for all intents and purposes.rozberk came down for a surprise visit and hung out with the local folk, and that was cool. 2_gryphon and I went out to see "Sherlock, Jr.", an old Buster Keaton film that had live musical accompaniment from an Aussie folk band called Blue Grassy Knoll. They were a *lot* of fun, and the lead guy/drummer has the best accent. Sorry, Fuchs, this guy replaces you as the Aussie sex-god. :)
Anyway, it was my first Buster Keaton film. He was a contemporary of Charlie Chaplin, but as far as I know there wasn't any kind of animosity or competition between them; they even star together in "Limelight" later on, I think in 1939...whoo, tangent! Buster Keaton was a technical *god*. There's stuff in Sherlock, Jr. that just...shouldn't have happened in the 1920s. I'm really curious how he managed to get some of those shots; the camerawork is amazing! And of course, he performed all of his own stunts. Take that, Jackie Chan!
I really dig going to the Walton Arts Center. Most of the seats in there are pretty decent, and the balcony seats weren't nearly as bad as I thought they would be. The fact that it shook if you jumped in your seat was severely unnerving, though.
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dragonrift and songandance. I'm getting kind of close to that whole triple-digit friend thing. Call me shallow, but I'm excited. ;)The weekend was pretty groovy, for all intents and purposes.
rozberk came down for a surprise visit and hung out with the local folk, and that was cool. 2_gryphon and I went out to see "Sherlock, Jr.", an old Buster Keaton film that had live musical accompaniment from an Aussie folk band called Blue Grassy Knoll. They were a *lot* of fun, and the lead guy/drummer has the best accent. Sorry, Fuchs, this guy replaces you as the Aussie sex-god. :)Anyway, it was my first Buster Keaton film. He was a contemporary of Charlie Chaplin, but as far as I know there wasn't any kind of animosity or competition between them; they even star together in "Limelight" later on, I think in 1939...whoo, tangent! Buster Keaton was a technical *god*. There's stuff in Sherlock, Jr. that just...shouldn't have happened in the 1920s. I'm really curious how he managed to get some of those shots; the camerawork is amazing! And of course, he performed all of his own stunts. Take that, Jackie Chan!
I really dig going to the Walton Arts Center. Most of the seats in there are pretty decent, and the balcony seats weren't nearly as bad as I thought they would be. The fact that it shook if you jumped in your seat was severely unnerving, though.
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Hey there, all...
Welcome to <user site="livejournal.com" user="dragonrift"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="songandance">. I'm getting kind of close to that whole triple-digit friend thing. Call me shallow, but I'm excited. ;)
The weekend was pretty groovy, for all intents and purposes. <user site="livejournal.com" user="rozberk"> came down for a surprise visit and hung out with the local folk, and that was cool. <user site="livejournal.com" user="2_gryphon"> and I went out to see "Sherlock, Jr.", an old Buster Keaton film that had live musical accompaniment from an Aussie folk band called <a href="http://www.bluegrassyknoll.com">Blue Grassy Knoll</a>. They were a *lot* of fun, and the lead guy/drummer has the best accent. Sorry, Fuchs, this guy replaces you as the Aussie sex-god. :)
Anyway, it was my first Buster Keaton film. He was a contemporary of Charlie Chaplin, but as far as I know there wasn't any kind of animosity or competition between them; they even star together in "Limelight" later on, I think in 1939...whoo, tangent! Buster Keaton was a technical *god*. There's stuff in Sherlock, Jr. that just...shouldn't have happened in the 1920s. I'm really curious how he managed to get some of those shots; the camerawork is amazing! And of course, he performed all of his own stunts. Take that, Jackie Chan!
I really dig going to the Walton Arts Center. Most of the seats in there are pretty decent, and the balcony seats weren't nearly as bad as I thought they would be. The fact that it shook if you jumped in your seat was severely unnerving, though. <:)
Sunday, I worked. Katy needed to go to some big tree place with her family (I think they call it a...'state park'.) and she wanted me to fill in for her, which I happily did. Sunday's a pretty nice day, even if the Bookshop is busy. There's still a quiet, restful tone to it. I made a few signs, wrote a little bit, put books out and got chased consistently by something that wasn't there. I think our Bookshop is haunted by ghosts who by now have to be pretty knowledgeable, and don't like their reading time (closed hours) disturbed. They were waiting for me to leave so they could get to that next David Eddings novel. :P
After work, took <user site="livejournal.com" user="aubrin"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="stickypawz"> out for a game of mini-golf! Hurrah! I didn't do too bad, but Aubrin ended up kicking our butts...he was just consistently sweet. ;) We all went out for Slim Chicken's afterwards, I came home and passed out. And that was my weekend. *bow*
I've decided that my problem is I take myself and most other things way too seriously. Why? Because I'm not secure about myself or most things about my situation. There are many, many reasons for this, none of which I'll go into right here and now. But that's that. Confidence, man, that's where it's at.
Now I'm off to get some.
Welcome to <user site="livejournal.com" user="dragonrift"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="songandance">. I'm getting kind of close to that whole triple-digit friend thing. Call me shallow, but I'm excited. ;)
The weekend was pretty groovy, for all intents and purposes. <user site="livejournal.com" user="rozberk"> came down for a surprise visit and hung out with the local folk, and that was cool. <user site="livejournal.com" user="2_gryphon"> and I went out to see "Sherlock, Jr.", an old Buster Keaton film that had live musical accompaniment from an Aussie folk band called <a href="http://www.bluegrassyknoll.com">Blue Grassy Knoll</a>. They were a *lot* of fun, and the lead guy/drummer has the best accent. Sorry, Fuchs, this guy replaces you as the Aussie sex-god. :)
Anyway, it was my first Buster Keaton film. He was a contemporary of Charlie Chaplin, but as far as I know there wasn't any kind of animosity or competition between them; they even star together in "Limelight" later on, I think in 1939...whoo, tangent! Buster Keaton was a technical *god*. There's stuff in Sherlock, Jr. that just...shouldn't have happened in the 1920s. I'm really curious how he managed to get some of those shots; the camerawork is amazing! And of course, he performed all of his own stunts. Take that, Jackie Chan!
I really dig going to the Walton Arts Center. Most of the seats in there are pretty decent, and the balcony seats weren't nearly as bad as I thought they would be. The fact that it shook if you jumped in your seat was severely unnerving, though. <:)
Sunday, I worked. Katy needed to go to some big tree place with her family (I think they call it a...'state park'.) and she wanted me to fill in for her, which I happily did. Sunday's a pretty nice day, even if the Bookshop is busy. There's still a quiet, restful tone to it. I made a few signs, wrote a little bit, put books out and got chased consistently by something that wasn't there. I think our Bookshop is haunted by ghosts who by now have to be pretty knowledgeable, and don't like their reading time (closed hours) disturbed. They were waiting for me to leave so they could get to that next David Eddings novel. :P
After work, took <user site="livejournal.com" user="aubrin"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="stickypawz"> out for a game of mini-golf! Hurrah! I didn't do too bad, but Aubrin ended up kicking our butts...he was just consistently sweet. ;) We all went out for Slim Chicken's afterwards, I came home and passed out. And that was my weekend. *bow*
I've decided that my problem is I take myself and most other things way too seriously. Why? Because I'm not secure about myself or most things about my situation. There are many, many reasons for this, none of which I'll go into right here and now. But that's that. Confidence, man, that's where it's at.
Now I'm off to get some.