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Another Wacky Weekend! Movie, Torchwood, Running, Karaoke

After I posted yesterday, I took a much-needed shower and went back to bed. I do a lot of my mental writing in that sort of nether-world between awake and asleep and I’m juggling about four different chain-saws in my head right now. I didn’t wake up until 12:30PM, at which point I figured, enough is enough, time to get up and stay up.

We eventually got out for brunch at Maverick. I had poached eggs over a duck confit hash with mushroom cream sauce. Froofy, but gooooood, and I was starving. While eating I read hubby a very cool article from a February New Yorker about origami. We were planning to see a movie at the Roxie, but had time to kill, so afterwards we walked over to Flax, which is this incredible art supply store on Market at Valencia and naturally bought a bunch of origami books, paper etc. So far hubby has made a dog and I dismally failed to make a duck.

The movie was called 12:08 East Of Bucharest and it’s a Romanian movie, with subtitles. It’s a “comedy” and there were some moments that made me LOL, but it’s also got some fairly serious stuff and it’s hardly in the “feel-good” category. It does NOT make me want to go to Romania anytime soon, but it did make me think a lot about what is and isn’t a revolution and how people go on after one.

New York Times review

TORCHWOOD TIME!


We came home, rewatched “Everything Changes,” while “Day One,” finished taping on TiVo, so we could zap the commericials.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!

My love for JB/Captain Jack is nearly out of control at this point. (But House/Hugh still comes first.) Yeah, I know there was a plot and the alien that fucks people to death, but really I’m only about him and how he said “came and went” or giving people those looks. And no, I don’t hate Gwen for getting some of those looks, even though I do get a Cameron-ish vibe off her. It’s a whole different shipper world when the character is openly “omni”, because you can’t use any of the usual arguments as to why your OTP is more valid than anyone else’s.

Afterwards, I actually squeeeee-ed on the phone with my friend Ivan. He’s such a Dr. Who/Torchwood fanboy, it’s not even funny. We made a running date for the next morning…


…which meant I actually had to get some sleep so I could get out of bed and meet him by 9:00AM at his place in the Haight. While we were walking into the park, we noticed an actual race going on and couldn’t figure out what the hell it was until we saw people dressed as bananas and realized it was The Banana Chase .

We were caught by surprise because this thing started a few years back as a 5-K that more or less just ran around the track at Kezar stadium and now it’s a 5 and 10-K in Golden Gate Park and the Panhandle. It made us feel old and out of touch because both of us used to know the whole San Francisco running schedule by heart.

We did about three miles on the run/walk/run schedule dodging runners and bananas, before coming back to Ivan’s apartment. We went on a bagel run and then Ivan insisted I watch the Doctor Who episode “Blink” on You Tube with him. It was kind of hurky-jerky but still absolutely amazing. Really brilliant, compelling, mysterious and scary as hell.

Ivan is a pretty cool guy, but he’s also a former marine and just slightly uptight. He seems OK with Jack as he’s presented right now, but I’m not sure how he’s going to react to the “Captain Jack Harkness” episode.



Anyway, I went home, hung with hubby, worked on various fics and headed out for Karoake. It was a nice, mellow Karaoke crowd. Me, Sebastian, Rockin’ Vince, Sammy Jo, Daddy Dave and my fellow kinkster, David. I got out the notebook and wrote the first few paragraphs of one of my costume fics.

Song list (including notation for songs I do as part of Barrow-mania)
Glad All Over-Dave Clark Five
Just One of Those Things (JB)-Frank Sinatra
Springtime For Hitler (JB)-The Producers
I had to try it just once and I was doing OK, until the part where Hitler actually shows up and I just couldn’t pull it off.
Moody Blue-Elvis Presley
Heaven Knows-Grass Roots.

Came home with sushi and watched “Pan’s Labyrinthe” picked by hubby who had declared that “The Rounders” which I had gotten from Netflix looked “depressing.”

I invite anyone who has seen both movies to tell me which one would you consider more of a toe-tapper. Luckily, I was on-line chatting, working on fic and playing Cubis and mostly NOT paying attention, except when I’d look up and something horrific was happening in Spanish.

Anyway---back at the Desk of Doom and desperate to catch up especially on the ficwriters_anon challenge.

Now all I need is for the phones to stop ringing and Miss Snoopy Nose to mind her own beeswax.
Tags: barrow-mania, journal, karaoke, movies, running
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