...so says Lindsay. She said I was quite witty.
It was quite fun to hear, actually. Everyone should at some point spontaneously be told by those they respect that they are quite witty. It is, truly, one of the best things to hear in life.
The ren faire last weekend was BEYOND fun. I got my picture taken with Gawain the HOT and was able to tie up Roderick the sword swallower with the help of Karen. Actually, it was really amusing, because I didn't even want to stay for the show originally - but Austin and Mark seemed into it, so I figured why the hell not. Plus, Roderick? REALLY REALLY attractive. Seriously, check out Leila's blog for more on his hotness. So when he said he needed two "really enthusiastic women" to tie him up in a strait jacket and chains, K and I shared a microsecond of a glance and our hands were in the air faster than you can say "bondage." Roderick had no choice but to pick us, really we were the two most enthusiastic women in the place. I will post pictures at a later date. There are many. And Gawain? Really cute. Additionally, Austin? Very funny gay man. There were some amazing quips that day, that I can't repeat because I'm trying to keep the blog at least PG-13.
In other news...
I read Anansi Boy - Neil Gaiman's newest book. I bought it because, well, it's Neil and I collect his works the same way I collect handbags. Or the way most women collect shoes. It's a thing. Anyway, I was really nervous about starting the book. I just wasn't sure what to expect from the book, and I think I was worried that I was going to be disappointed. And that really colored my perception of the first half of the book. Then I stopped worrying about it. And fell in love. Anansi Boys is really an amazing piece of work. It's quite funny, and actually shows more humour and range than American Gods.I don't collect quotes during my first reading of books, unlike Karen, but I did grab a few. I can't tell you how much I reccomend this book - whether you like Neil's work or not, or if you've never heard of the man. It is, at it's heart, a fabulous story about fathers, brothers, and what happens when you use magic around the son(s) of a god.
She reached into the box and took out the engagement ring. "Hmph. All right," she said. "As long as you're not just doing it to get the lime back."
He sand. In his song, he told them all exactly what he planned to do under the boardwalk, and it mostly involved making love.
Daisy was looking at him as if he was not simply barking mad, but had picked an extrememly odd moment to discover his inner Drifters.
Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the color of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop. "You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.
I need Steve to finish the book so that I can talk to someone about it. But more than that, I can't wait to re-read it. Soon. That says something, since usually it takes me a while before I'm ready to re-read a book!
Karen and I just watched The Importance of Being Ernest. It's a movie based on Oscar Wilde's play. I must say this much - I need to get my hands on a copy of the play, because, yes, the movie was that good. Oscar Wilde is awesome...he truly rocks my socks. I mean Colin Firth aside *drools*, the dialogue was witty and beautifully written. No one writes like that anymore! An example?
In matters of utmost importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.
Jack: Actually, I was found.
Lady Bracknell: Found?
Jack: Uh, yes, I was in... a handbag.
Lady Bracknell: A handbag?
Jack: Yes, it was...
[makes gestures]
Jack: an ordinary handbag.
Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am?
Jack: Algy, you're always talking nonsense.
Algy: It's better than listening to it.
A delicious play. A fabulous experience. :) And now I'm off to watch Pleasantville with the roomie, because one must use three-day weekends with frivolity.
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