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Stardust, Trees, an Award and a Quote
Aug. 9th, 2007 09:35 pmSo, those of you who have visited Casa Intergalactique von Paisley are aware of the huge (10' high, 8' diameter) mulberry stump 2/3s of the way up the driveway. Someone tried to put a cap in its ass, but merely made it angry and somewhat shorter, with a number of large branches reaching up from the top and sides. Well, whilst we were taking in a sneak of Stardust (very entertaining; as best I can remember from reading the book a couple-three years ago, it kept to the story reasonably well and did a good job of capturing Neil's unique tone and style; the song over the credits sucked [Neil could have written a better one, or had Stephen Merritt {Magnetic Fields, Future Bible Heroes, the Sixths} do it]), a storm front made its way here. When I headed to bed at 12.30 or so, there was much wind, thunder and lightning, as well as (relative) coolth.
Edit: I forgot to mention my biggest disappointment with the film, which I fully expected: in the book, after Yvane crashes to earth, there is a lovely description of the trail of destruction leading to her landing place, and the reader is treated to her first comment, which is a very quiet (rendered about 3 point sizes smaller than the rest of the text, for emphasis) "Fuck." No so in the film.
When I arose this morning and headed downstairs to get the paper, I was greeted by the sight of a small forest on the deck to the left of the front door. On of the mulberry's woody tentacles had snapped at the base and collaped over the driveway, managing to miss both cars parked there (mine resides on the street, as I leave last in the morning). I cut a few branches off and pulled the van out far enough that Rohanna could get in. The insurance people looked at it, and determined there was no damage to house or cars.
Maybe this weekend I'll post a bit about Archon/Tuckercon/NASFiC/Stills/Nash/Young, but I do want to share one highlight. Back in the day, Nancy Edwards Hathaway held a relaxacon called Czarkon in St. Louis. She instituted the Tucker Awards, named after Wilson Bob Tucker, famed author, editor, fan and raconteur without portfolio. The awards had been mothballed since Nancy threw a Dawn Patrol con in KC in 2002. They were resurrected for one last time for Tuckercon, and by some miscarriage of something I was given the Fan Award. I was truly shocked, and got a tad verklempt, I must admit. It's a great honor, and I am amazed I was considered, much less chosen. My liver would thank the academy, but the award comes with a bottle of Beam's Choice that I had a great deal of help emptying.
So, last but not least, a comment stolen from http://www.sadlyno.com/, which is a great blog you should all be reading. The subject was the violation of the vehicle of one of the bloggers on the site. The "ripped from the headlines" comment:
"some young republican broke into my car and gave me a blowjob."
Couldn't have said it better, myself.
Edit: I forgot to mention my biggest disappointment with the film, which I fully expected: in the book, after Yvane crashes to earth, there is a lovely description of the trail of destruction leading to her landing place, and the reader is treated to her first comment, which is a very quiet (rendered about 3 point sizes smaller than the rest of the text, for emphasis) "Fuck." No so in the film.
When I arose this morning and headed downstairs to get the paper, I was greeted by the sight of a small forest on the deck to the left of the front door. On of the mulberry's woody tentacles had snapped at the base and collaped over the driveway, managing to miss both cars parked there (mine resides on the street, as I leave last in the morning). I cut a few branches off and pulled the van out far enough that Rohanna could get in. The insurance people looked at it, and determined there was no damage to house or cars.
Maybe this weekend I'll post a bit about Archon/Tuckercon/NASFiC/Stills/Nash/Young, but I do want to share one highlight. Back in the day, Nancy Edwards Hathaway held a relaxacon called Czarkon in St. Louis. She instituted the Tucker Awards, named after Wilson Bob Tucker, famed author, editor, fan and raconteur without portfolio. The awards had been mothballed since Nancy threw a Dawn Patrol con in KC in 2002. They were resurrected for one last time for Tuckercon, and by some miscarriage of something I was given the Fan Award. I was truly shocked, and got a tad verklempt, I must admit. It's a great honor, and I am amazed I was considered, much less chosen. My liver would thank the academy, but the award comes with a bottle of Beam's Choice that I had a great deal of help emptying.
So, last but not least, a comment stolen from http://www.sadlyno.com/, which is a great blog you should all be reading. The subject was the violation of the vehicle of one of the bloggers on the site. The "ripped from the headlines" comment:
"some young republican broke into my car and gave me a blowjob."
Couldn't have said it better, myself.
