Busy and Busier

[przed]

I meant to post over the weekend, and here it is, Tuesday already.

First of all, I finished my Pros zine story! Did a final paper edit this morning and sent it off to our brave editor. Hallelujah and let there be rejoicing. And maybe, just maybe, I'll have time to write for the discoveredinalj Discovered on All Hallow's Eve challenge now. I've just got to keep that momentum going.

Friday, I did manage to get to the Andy Summer's book signing. There was a disappointing turnout (Chapters dropped the ball on publicizing the event, which was stupid of them, considering how big a town for Police fans Toronto has always been) but on the up side, that meant a shorter wait for the signing. Andy read a few bits from the book, answered a few questions, and was charming throughout. (And just for you, faramir_boromir, when getting my book signed, I told him that his albums with Fripp are two of my faves. He seemed pleasantly surprised, which was gratifying.) I've dipped into the book already and am loving it. So far it's an utterly fascinating account of growing up in England in the 40's and 50's. And bringing it all back to Pros, I anticipate being able to cull some nice cultural details from it for writing backgrounds for Bodie and Doyle. (Everything's research.)

Saturday, we did the Warhol exhibit at the AGO that David Cronenberg co-curated. It's a small show, but packed with great pieces. And as a slashy bonus, they're projecting several of Warhol's films as part of the exhibit, including Couch (lots of pretty boys getting naked and getting it on with each other) and the self-explanatory Blow Job (You don't actually see the act in question, but you get to see its effect on the face of a very beautiful young man.) I love it when my art comes with built-in prurient interest.

After the Warhol, we took in a crazy screening a Cinematheque: The Damned, this crazy black & white Hammer film with Oliver Reed, rampaging Teddy Boys, a European art chick, a mad scientist, a secret military installation and radioactive children. Not entirely successful but utterly compelling.

Sunday, the Japanese Consulate were screening a bunch of films at the Bloor for free, so we took a chance on Ping Pong Bath Station, which turned out to be this charming little film about a frustrated housewife who leaves her neglectful family and ends up reviving ping pong as an attraction at an out-of-the-way hot springs resort. Definitely worth checking out.

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. I can't believe it was two years ago we finally did the wedding thing. But since yesterday was my day to get needles stuck all over my body, tonight we celebrated by going to one of our favourite restaurants, Little Tibet. Tenchung (lentil soup), Tse Mo Mo (steamed dumplings), Shgo Ngopa (potatoes and spinach) and Sham Dae (lamb curry). Yum.

Okay, no wonder I'm tired.

Comments

[faramir-boromir.livejournal.com]

Happy Anniversary, you two!

And is this the N. Ireland story? Because I was waiting for you to send the revised copy to me so I could read it/suggest revisions with the new and improved changes you were going to include!? Bodie was still undercover, doggone it....

[przed.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

This is the replacement for the N. Ireland story. Which now that it's hit 56,000 words is waaaaay to long for the zine. I've got a version of the N. Ireland story which gets Bodie out of Ireland but still needs a lot of work, if you want to read that to see what happens to Bodie. But you should hold off on any comments, 'cause I've got to add 10,000 to 20,000 words before that to deal with Doyle. I somehow forgot about him for 40 pages. I'm getting back to work on that story now that I've finished the replacement. (Wanna read the new one?)

[faramir-boromir.livejournal.com]

Of course! And anything else you write.