2003-05-20 - 6:06 p.m.
I wish I knew where all the hot young writers hung out in this town. They weren't at the writers club meeting I went to last night, I can tell you that much.
Not that I have anything against old people generally, mind you. My apartment building is full of them, and most of them are pretty hip (especially the ones who've had their hips replaced multiple times). Hell, someone here has a line on some damn fine herb if the contact high I get every time I go through the courtyard to do my laundry is any indication. And on the whole, the writers I met last night were interesting people, and that's all good, because my social circle had been lacking in fellow lovers of the written word ever since I moved here. But still, I had to have been the only person in the room under 40. Or 50. Or 75. And some of them ... well ...
Here's a sample from the Q&A with the main speaker (the event manager at a local bookstore):
ATTENDEE: "When you host a book signing, and later, after the signing is over, you have a few copies of the book, on the shelf, like my book, that I self-published, back when no one was self-publishing, about 10, 12 years ago, and now there are still copies of that book, still on the shelf--this is at the Barnes and Noble in Grossmont, which is bigger than the one in Mission Valley--which wasn't even there at the time--why, only about 20 years ago Mission Valley was empty, undeveloped, all the way from Hotel Circle to Qualcomm Stadium, which back then was still called Jack Murphy Stadium, and the Trolley didn't go all the way out there yet--when the Trolley was first built it only ran from downtown to the Mexican border, and all the cars were still painted red, you know, they only started putting ads on the sides of the cars about a year ago?"
SPEAKER: "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?"
It was one of those nights where I just felt naked without an onion tied to my belt.
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Going up to my brother's house tonight to have dinner and then watch the Buffy finale. I admit, my enthusiasm for that show has been waning since "Graduation Day" and has culminated in an overwhelming feeling of meh throughout this season, but I'm still a little sad that it's ending. And the final episode was written by Joss himself (hopefully with Marti Noxon locked in a trunk in the next room), so I'm optimistic that it will be good. I'm still rooting for the gruesome death of Kennedy--the show's lesbian answer to Riley--but even if that's not in the cards, I'm sure there are already fanfic writers working on it. Hell, ST:TNG has been off the air for years now and I'll bet Wesley Crusher still dies horribly several times a month.
P.S.: Whoever wins the leather Vamp Willow outfit on the eBay auction, please contact me so we can set up an appointment for you to model it for me personally. My schedule is wide open just so long as the suit fits you properly. And you have more hair on your head than on your face. Or your back.
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