Gonzai Gallery

Home and trying to catch up on the DVR now.

Got to meet Giancarlo Esposito and talk H:LotS with him; talked board games with Felicia Day and hockey with Lee Arenberg; and Bonita Friedercy & John Billingsley were hysterical. I want film of their panels, I will PAY for those films. I was part of the fun on Saturday, when my attempts to get Bonita's opinion of Timothy Olyphant's backside turned into John attempting to instigate a Ravens/Steelers brawl. They are SO funny.

Meanwhile, I learned to play the card game 'Poo' from jslinder and returned the favor by teaching him, another gamer and a complete stranger to play Castles of Burgundy. Panels didn't go quite so well, problem wasn't the panels but that once again the con put children's programming in the next room and once again the kids were allowed, if not encouraged to run wild. Noise, noise & more noise, drowning out our attempts at discussion. Similar problem with the inaugural Geek Speed-dating - we were all crammed into a small room and we couldn't hear each other. I had almost no voice left afterwards. And only one guy professed interest in me. Plenty of visiting with folks I know, unusually good eating for a con, etc. Generally a good weekend.

Now that the house is semi-normal, a collection of thoughts from the past week, none of which really warrant a full post at this point:

Remaking Death At a Funeral. Very mixed feelings on this. First rate cast and it can't not be funny with that cast, but there was nothing wrong with the original film. The original was made of awesome.

Fox changed its mind about an American Torchwood, fortunately. What the heck is the problem with Americans that everything must be dumbed-down and given a hefty helping of bland before they'll consider watching it? The original is the thing, people.

Speaking of dumbed down, I'm thinking I must *cough* this week's South Park, even though I never watch it anymore, just to honk off the radical Muslims, the censors and Viacom.

This week's Justified: way funnier than the previous eps. I love, love, love Raylan's boss. And what I line: "Would you like to see my art collection?" "I'd rather shove my dick in a blender."

Good lines: from Mose Allison's 'My Brain': "My brain is getting pounded/pretty soon it's going to be confounded." That will be me at Games Day tomorrow. My brain has been pounded, tomorrow it will be confounded.

The YMCA still hasn't sent me a refund for the payment they erroneously took out of my account. And my primary physician will not return my calls. And Jeff's birthday is Monday, but his birthday present still hasn't been delivered. Oh, the small annoyances that make the big ones (the house & Mom) that much more aggravating.