The coffeeshop or the square, love, I'll meet you there
I saw a radio play for Valentine's Day.
The PMRP were performing at Boskone for the first time this year and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch was playing several roles in the ensemble, so technically I ghosted an evening of Boskone, although mostly I accidentally lobby-conned. We had dinner beforehand at Penang, both because we love their food—I tend to order the nasi lemak with a durian shake, Rob gets the beef rendang with Malaysian iced coffee, we split the roti canai—and because with the recent racist nonsense affecting Chinatown businesses, we wanted to show our support in the way that works best under capitalism. We did not freeze to death at any point in our journey, which I regard as a significant achievement with the wind-chill factor in the negative degrees. Then he went off to register before his call time and I was trying to figure out what I should do with my hour and a half and no dealer's room to mooch around in and the next thing I knew I was walking around the art show with Steve Berman and then I spotted ladymondegreen and akawil and several other people apparently just as one of them finished saying my name and then pecunium was showing me the yarns he spins and sells and then dramaticirony and Gillian Daniels and John Chu happened by and then nineweaving and teenybuffalo and eventually I tore myself away to watch the PMRP's The Silver Shade: Help from the Shadows whose audience included negothick and ron_newman; in short, I think I got all the socializing for which I didn't have time at Arisia and it was very nice. So was the show, which I have hopes will get restaged somewhere that isn't scheduled across from an opening night reception. It drew a decent audience nonetheless and featured a middle-aged makeshift superhero I should like to see more of. (She can't exactly walk through walls: she walks through the spaces where the corners of the walls don't quite meet. A significant percentage of her costume is yoga outfit. Most of the time she teaches high school.) I did not have the stamina afterward to attend the filk session I'd been invited to, but I got home to find that rushthatspeaks had sent me the transfixingly mythic music video for Foals' "Neptune." Rob has photographic evidence of the holiday, first in the form of the Love Dragon and the Skeptic and then the two of us.
It may be that I have never written about Singin' in the Rain (1952) not only because it is the first movie I ever saw and therefore my impressions of it formed long before I knew how to think about film, but because I might then have to talk about how many of my ideas of how to be a person were shaped by Cosmo Brown.
The PMRP were performing at Boskone for the first time this year and
spatch was playing several roles in the ensemble, so technically I ghosted an evening of Boskone, although mostly I accidentally lobby-conned. We had dinner beforehand at Penang, both because we love their food—I tend to order the nasi lemak with a durian shake, Rob gets the beef rendang with Malaysian iced coffee, we split the roti canai—and because with the recent racist nonsense affecting Chinatown businesses, we wanted to show our support in the way that works best under capitalism. We did not freeze to death at any point in our journey, which I regard as a significant achievement with the wind-chill factor in the negative degrees. Then he went off to register before his call time and I was trying to figure out what I should do with my hour and a half and no dealer's room to mooch around in and the next thing I knew I was walking around the art show with Steve Berman and then I spotted ladymondegreen and akawil and several other people apparently just as one of them finished saying my name and then pecunium was showing me the yarns he spins and sells and then dramaticirony and Gillian Daniels and John Chu happened by and then nineweaving and teenybuffalo and eventually I tore myself away to watch the PMRP's The Silver Shade: Help from the Shadows whose audience included negothick and ron_newman; in short, I think I got all the socializing for which I didn't have time at Arisia and it was very nice. So was the show, which I have hopes will get restaged somewhere that isn't scheduled across from an opening night reception. It drew a decent audience nonetheless and featured a middle-aged makeshift superhero I should like to see more of. (She can't exactly walk through walls: she walks through the spaces where the corners of the walls don't quite meet. A significant percentage of her costume is yoga outfit. Most of the time she teaches high school.) I did not have the stamina afterward to attend the filk session I'd been invited to, but I got home to find that rushthatspeaks had sent me the transfixingly mythic music video for Foals' "Neptune." Rob has photographic evidence of the holiday, first in the form of the Love Dragon and the Skeptic and then the two of us.It may be that I have never written about Singin' in the Rain (1952) not only because it is the first movie I ever saw and therefore my impressions of it formed long before I knew how to think about film, but because I might then have to talk about how many of my ideas of how to be a person were shaped by Cosmo Brown.
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I am almost never at conventions where I'm not on programming, because I can't afford it. It was really pleasant! And then I did not have to do anything except see a show and go home and not be on panels tomorrow.
I have never seen Singin' in the Rain, aside from a few clips. I should probably rectify that.
I love it.