Aeronautic Primates and Other Delights

I am so very behind on my shows...

Heroes - haven't seen an episode since 1x03
Veronica Mars - haven't seen an episode since 3x04
Torchwood - caught the first ep

Wow, I have a lot of catching up to do. This on top of knocking 12,500 words out in the next 4-5 days (you know, before my extremely pregnant sister pops out my niece).

My sister Xoë treated Julia and I to a live performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch in this tiny little theater just a tidge larger than my apartment. The music was bracingly loud, the night was hot, and the air conditioning was a few fans, blowin' away...

It was completely awesome.

The Hedwig was the kind of combative, surly, super-sexual-transexual rock sorta-star that Hedwig needs to be, all done up with pink frills and sporting a very pronounced cleft chin. S/he belted like a true superstar (although it was obvious that the performer had spent a great deal of time listening to the movie soundtrack, as the inflection and timing was a near-duplicate). The crowd was appreciative, the music blared in a ridiculously righteous way...

Dude. I need to replace my VHS dub of the film in a now way. Too bad I am lacking funds (my Comic-Con hotel charged -- not held funds but charged -- for the full price of all four nights already. That was rather unexpected). Perhaps after the next two months of financial rollercoaster-age for fun is over.

Must be the caffeine from my HUGE motherfucking Mr. Pibb at Kill Bill v.2, but I'm both incredibly drained of all life energy, and completely unable to sleep. I suspect that upcoming travel plans and excitement related to them may also be contributing to the wide-eyedness.

Little things that perk up your life and make you go, Hey - I'm so cool. At the KBv2 screening tonight, a girl (in her late teens by my guess), purposely sat next to me in the theater which was in no way filled to the brim. She was with her parents, so they might have chosen the seating, but I still thought this was somewhat neat, as a female who I do not know has never picked a theater seat next to my own if there are plenty of other seating options.

Isolated weirdness? I wouldn't bring it up if it was.

I kept catching her *looking* at me, in that shy, no I'm not really looking at you I just was looking at a point just past you really way. Now, I'm no Ewan McGregor, but I'm very passable in the looks department. I've got the emo chic look going for me. I go to grab my soda and accidentally brush her elbow, and she starts apologizing, blushing, and *giggling*.

The extra-interesting thing about all of this was, except for the apologizing and a tossed-off "I'm bored" midway through the film? The girl spoke French. Random comments before, during, and after the film. All in the Gallic tongue.

I'm rather flattered by all of this. For one thing, it makes me realize how cool my girlfriend is - she wouldn't be that squeaky. Secondly, dude - girls don't crush on me for my looks. Or if they do, they've been very, very secretive about it. I'm usually attractive because of my wit and personality. The whole handsome devil thing just gets to be a bonus.

So, yes. French girl who was fairly attractive had an "OMG he's hawt" thing going on there. I should totally learn the language and write all of my novels in French. If this is any indication of their taste? I could be the next Jerry Lewis. But, you know, as a writer. And not as Jerry Lewis.

I think Megan/Xoe noticed it to, because she asked me, what was up with that girl next to you at the movie?

Speaking of Megan, I've really quite impressed with her. She's always been very self-possessed. She just got through a rather nasty break-up in January, and she's been very strong on the point that a relationship that lasted as long as hers had (2.5 years) just isn't recovered from that quickly. She's dating a little, but mostly she's interested in building a life for herself again. To quote, "I just got done having my heart smashed into little pieces. I'm not going to bring something in just yet that could smash it even smaller." She's being incredibly smart about it - but she's always been very good about human nature, especially her own.

Megan's got a lot of Dad in her - the fact that she holds no regrets, that she believes in everything she does completely. But she's different from Dad in that her lack of regret comes from an understanding that everything that goes wrong is a learning experience to be examined, instead of somebody else's fault that needs to be mocked in private company. She's very willful, but rarely speaks poorly of others. Not my father (who she has every right to hate), not her ex-girlfriend (who screwed her over pretty badly), nobody.

In a lot of ways, I look up to her. Which is weird because she is my little sister. 'bout the only area where she looks up to me is my musical taste. She keeps on asking me to burn her CDs.

She makes no bones about the fact that she thinks I'm overly pretentious, but I tend to make few bones about it. I am a pretense-laden guy. It's how I keep doing what I love. I run on pure hubris just to get to the next word, the next chapter.

I do, however, fail to understand completely why on Earth she legally changed her name to Xoe. The mind boggles. Boggles, I tell you.