It's cold and it's rainy and I didn't bother with getting enough sleep last night, so I'd really rather not be here. As it turns out, this general feeling is held by all of me coworkers today. I heard so many people wish they'd stayed home this morning that I think it would make a good drinking game. I usually reserve rainy Monday mornings for the '80s synthpop that I'm so embarrassed to like (Information Society, mostly), but You Never Give Me Your Money by The Beatles came on my MP3 player so I'm listening to Abbey Road instead. Abbey Road must be one of the most cohesive, well-assembled albums ever, along with Secret Treaties and We're Only In It For the Money.
I mention all of this because I know how much you care about the music I'm listening to.
Anyway, let's go over my weekend, shall we? I'll try to be quick about it.
On Friday night I hung out with ribsinbacon. We went to Subway but I didn't get anything because apparently the fact that they advertise a sandwich in the window doesn't mean that they actually serve it. Oh, they had all the ingredients and assembling them is no more trouble than assembling any other sub, it's just that they're trying to drum up business for one of their other locations so they don't serve the sandwich after 7:00. How this actually improves business elsewhere is beyond me, since there are approximately 17,000 restaurants between the two Subways in question, and none of them have refused to serve me yet.
After Subway Ribs and I went downtown and bugged RJ and his friends at their LARP session. Then we went to a tobbaconist where Ribs bought some cigars and I learned that there isn't really a brand of cigars called Itsaboys. I'm sorry, that's somebody else's joke, but I like it.
Jim called me, and we hung out for awhile. crabmoon was just leaving his place when I arrived, so we talked for a little while. Then Jim and I went to Greenbush Bakery, partly for a snack but mostly because it gave us an opportunity to listen to the Soundtrack of Speed and Time. I surprised him with a DVD of the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society's version of The Call of Cthulhu. I'll probably discuss it here soon -- I'd love to hear Jim's opinion of it.
Saturday was my Killer Tomatoes marathon. agaysexicon, theenigma42, seanorange, angelic667, kwee_j and a couple of his friends showed up. The first movie went over reasonably well, the second went over a bit better, but Killer Tomatoes Strike Back! is, well, KTSB is the low point of a series that's deliberately lousy. Everybody talked through it, which ruined the movie for them. They paid a little more attention to Killer Tomatoes Eat France, but it really didn't fare much better. Without the jokes, Killer Tomatoes Strike Back would be a standard cop movie culminating in a torture scene. The problem with this type of comedy is that the plot really takes a backseat to the jokes, and so while there is a plot, its major points get mentioned only once. If you miss them the narrative becomes an incoherent mess. I'd considered not showing KTSB, and I'll reconsider it if I ever do this again, but I'm a completist and it'll probably still be included. Despite complaining through the whole marathon, everybody says they had a good time, which I don't doubt since they were all socializing (and that's fine, incidentally).
After the movies we went to Rocky Horror, which started out well, but the audience stopped laughing shortly into the movie, so it's hard to say whether they were having a good time. When the audience stops responding to me I get self-conscious -- am I annoying people? Regardless, the show was fine but if any Velvet Darkness cast are still reading, the end speech needs to be quicker. When the credits stop the audience tries to leave. It didn't occur to me to start timing right away, but after I started looking at my watch, it was just over three minutes before the speech was over. It needs to be brief and informational -- that's all: "Thank you for coming, please visit us online at VelvetDarkness.org. We are looking for cast members. If you are interested in applying, please see a cast member after the show or join us at Country Kitchen on the East Side. Please come to our Halloween show on October 29th, and remember: You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Good night!"
On Sunday I picked up my sister and her boyfriend, and we went to our parents' house. It was a nice visit, but it was one of those things where everybody was really too tired to be good for more than sitting around, eating, and playing with the dogs.
Hey, look. It's almost noon, and it isn't raining anymore. I'm sorry, I really did think this was going to be a short post.