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First: Saw Iron Man. It was much better than I expected, and I'm completely in love with Rhodes. There should be a sequel where he is War Machine, because that will totally make me happy.
Also--John!ghost!muse wants that suit. I don't blame him. It was hot.
Second: Rodney!muse talks more than Draco!muse or Irina! Latest tidbit:
Me: *doing laundry with a dawning realization* Oh, I actually have an orange fleece sweater-thing!
Rodney!muse: Finally! Something sensible out of you!
SGA fans will know why this merited an entry. *clings to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scheherezhad*
Third:
Yesterday I went to Toad Suck Daze for the first time in, well... more years than I can really remember. I spent several hours out and about with my Mum and my little brother, Tommy, wandering around the stalls and dodging people--
Oh, damn! I switched Firefox tabs for a second and got distracted by fic and totally forgot that I was writing an entry over here. (If you really want to know, apparently started this entry sometime around 9:15. This part picks up around 11:20) So. Yes. Toad Suck.
Tommy played a couple of those 'shoot until you win' games, and the first one ended up giving him something like a plush earthworm, because it was small and long and flesh-colored, and the second game won him a snake that was like one of those old nifty cars, black with flames along its sides. Somehow, this morphed into us talking about Power Rangers, and me being snarky, when I said that the earth worm could totally be a Power Ranger robot-dinosaur thing--you know, it could burrow its way underground and break into two separate and autonomous pieces. Don't ask me why I thought that was funny.
Then the three of us rode on the Tilt-a-Whirl, where apparently we were the only ones actively and vocally having fun, because we amused the fair-ride people and they were all like, 'awww, did you guys have fun?'
There was also a religious guy handing out 'tickets' and I grabbed two of them on a whim so that I could get a closer look at them. I found out they were tickets to 'heaven' and 'hell', with a lot of 'find truth in Jesus or you will suffer with Satan in fire and brimstone' nonsense, and was, once again, appropriately snarky when I said that heaven's always seemed kind of boring to me, and at least with these, I could go to hell and still have a get-out-of-hell-free card.
There was a little bit of food involved here--of course, it was a fair, so when isn't it involved?-- and I had some french fries, half a chocolate covered banana, and a little bit of funnel cake. Which, have I mentioned that I'm not really fond of funnel cake? because that stuff is kind of on this side of disgusting.
After that, we left so I could go to Target and get something to drink for far, far cheaper than I could get anything at Toad Suck, and ended up buying Children of Men, which I love passionately, and Sybil, which I have never seen before, but have read the book. I hope I get to see it soon, without so much bothersome stuff going on, like work. >.<
Then I went home to fetch my dad, since the main concert for Saturday night was Shaw/Blades (a duo of Tommy Shaw from Styx and and Jack Blades, the lead singer/bassist from Night Ranger) and we walked up and down to look at all the stalls, and he bought me more potatoes, we shared some chocolate covered strawberries, and he bought some cinnamon-roasted pecans, which are my favorite thing in the entire universe to eat.
Well, maybe second favorite. Chocolate covered strawberries are pretty hard to beat.
Anyway, once we'd satisfied Dad's curiosity about what was going on around the fair, we snagged a couple of seats over at the stage in Simon Park and settled in to wait for the main event. We saw three or so different bands; a bluesy, harmonic trio named Happenstance that was really kind of pleasant (and I only remember them, really, because I happen to like the name of their band,) a high energy group called The Blue something-or-others, and I only remember them because a) their drummer is Sharp Dunaway, a DJ on station that my dad listens to all the time, and b) they played really energetic, Dean Approved classic rock. Then there was some group that was completely forgettable for me. And then, of course, the main event, which really surprised me. It was an acoustic set, really kind of low-key and intimate--one of those things where you're just like, awww, they're best friends, and they're just hanging out jamming on their guitars, and they're just nice enough to let us in to see it. I guess some people were expecting a bigger show, and left because it wasn't what they expected, but I tend to be fond of intimate guitar sets anyway, so I loved it.
They basically just hung out and were friends and told stories. The best story of the night was when they were talking about 'Sister Christian' and how it was the drummer who'd written that about his little sister growing up and getting a boyfriend and things like that, and how on one tour Night Ranger was in the food line and the server had asked them, "Is that song about a nun who sells drugs to schoolchildren?" And they blinked, and said, 'Yes, yes ma'am, it is.' And hurried along on their way to get food.
The only thing that kind of annoyed me in a basic way was how they kept tossing out their guitar picks for the fans to grab, and I wouldn't have even been annoyed by that if the hadn't kept pelting me with them.
Perhaps pelting is really too strong of a word, but they threw out like, six picks over the course of the set and two of them hit me. One hit my chest and actually bounced off my right breast and hurtled backwards like, two rows behind me (which was befuddling and a little embarrassing) and then the other one smacked into the right side of my collarbone hard enough to sting and got caught in my shirt.
And, of course, to top it all off, I got sunburned. I spend so little time in the sun that sometimes I genuinely forget, hey, I should take a hat or wear sunscreen or something! Being forgetful like this is what gives me third degree burns! *lovesnonewwitticisms*
At any rate, that was pretty much my weekend. How were all of you?
Also--John!ghost!muse wants that suit. I don't blame him. It was hot.
Second: Rodney!muse talks more than Draco!muse or Irina! Latest tidbit:
Me: *doing laundry with a dawning realization* Oh, I actually have an orange fleece sweater-thing!
Rodney!muse: Finally! Something sensible out of you!
SGA fans will know why this merited an entry. *clings to
scheherezhad*Third:
Yesterday I went to Toad Suck Daze for the first time in, well... more years than I can really remember. I spent several hours out and about with my Mum and my little brother, Tommy, wandering around the stalls and dodging people--
Oh, damn! I switched Firefox tabs for a second and got distracted by fic and totally forgot that I was writing an entry over here. (If you really want to know, apparently started this entry sometime around 9:15. This part picks up around 11:20) So. Yes. Toad Suck.
Tommy played a couple of those 'shoot until you win' games, and the first one ended up giving him something like a plush earthworm, because it was small and long and flesh-colored, and the second game won him a snake that was like one of those old nifty cars, black with flames along its sides. Somehow, this morphed into us talking about Power Rangers, and me being snarky, when I said that the earth worm could totally be a Power Ranger robot-dinosaur thing--you know, it could burrow its way underground and break into two separate and autonomous pieces. Don't ask me why I thought that was funny.
Then the three of us rode on the Tilt-a-Whirl, where apparently we were the only ones actively and vocally having fun, because we amused the fair-ride people and they were all like, 'awww, did you guys have fun?'
There was also a religious guy handing out 'tickets' and I grabbed two of them on a whim so that I could get a closer look at them. I found out they were tickets to 'heaven' and 'hell', with a lot of 'find truth in Jesus or you will suffer with Satan in fire and brimstone' nonsense, and was, once again, appropriately snarky when I said that heaven's always seemed kind of boring to me, and at least with these, I could go to hell and still have a get-out-of-hell-free card.
There was a little bit of food involved here--of course, it was a fair, so when isn't it involved?-- and I had some french fries, half a chocolate covered banana, and a little bit of funnel cake. Which, have I mentioned that I'm not really fond of funnel cake? because that stuff is kind of on this side of disgusting.
After that, we left so I could go to Target and get something to drink for far, far cheaper than I could get anything at Toad Suck, and ended up buying Children of Men, which I love passionately, and Sybil, which I have never seen before, but have read the book. I hope I get to see it soon, without so much bothersome stuff going on, like work. >.<
Then I went home to fetch my dad, since the main concert for Saturday night was Shaw/Blades (a duo of Tommy Shaw from Styx and and Jack Blades, the lead singer/bassist from Night Ranger) and we walked up and down to look at all the stalls, and he bought me more potatoes, we shared some chocolate covered strawberries, and he bought some cinnamon-roasted pecans, which are my favorite thing in the entire universe to eat.
Well, maybe second favorite. Chocolate covered strawberries are pretty hard to beat.
Anyway, once we'd satisfied Dad's curiosity about what was going on around the fair, we snagged a couple of seats over at the stage in Simon Park and settled in to wait for the main event. We saw three or so different bands; a bluesy, harmonic trio named Happenstance that was really kind of pleasant (and I only remember them, really, because I happen to like the name of their band,) a high energy group called The Blue something-or-others, and I only remember them because a) their drummer is Sharp Dunaway, a DJ on station that my dad listens to all the time, and b) they played really energetic, Dean Approved classic rock. Then there was some group that was completely forgettable for me. And then, of course, the main event, which really surprised me. It was an acoustic set, really kind of low-key and intimate--one of those things where you're just like, awww, they're best friends, and they're just hanging out jamming on their guitars, and they're just nice enough to let us in to see it. I guess some people were expecting a bigger show, and left because it wasn't what they expected, but I tend to be fond of intimate guitar sets anyway, so I loved it.
They basically just hung out and were friends and told stories. The best story of the night was when they were talking about 'Sister Christian' and how it was the drummer who'd written that about his little sister growing up and getting a boyfriend and things like that, and how on one tour Night Ranger was in the food line and the server had asked them, "Is that song about a nun who sells drugs to schoolchildren?" And they blinked, and said, 'Yes, yes ma'am, it is.' And hurried along on their way to get food.
The only thing that kind of annoyed me in a basic way was how they kept tossing out their guitar picks for the fans to grab, and I wouldn't have even been annoyed by that if the hadn't kept pelting me with them.
Perhaps pelting is really too strong of a word, but they threw out like, six picks over the course of the set and two of them hit me. One hit my chest and actually bounced off my right breast and hurtled backwards like, two rows behind me (which was befuddling and a little embarrassing) and then the other one smacked into the right side of my collarbone hard enough to sting and got caught in my shirt.
And, of course, to top it all off, I got sunburned. I spend so little time in the sun that sometimes I genuinely forget, hey, I should take a hat or wear sunscreen or something! Being forgetful like this is what gives me third degree burns! *loves
nonewwitticisms*At any rate, that was pretty much my weekend. How were all of you?