Further proof I possess Godlike self control

Last night, while at Pee-Rats of the Carob Bean 3, Pee-Rat Harder, when Keith Richards was making his long awaited appearance, one of my co-film enjoyers in the row behind me turned to one of their compatriots and said "that's Mick Jagger."

I did NOT stand up, turn around, rip their skull from their head, and dash about the theatre screaming "ignorance is death!"

Can you not see how restrained I am? How much discipline I possess?

And, let me just say, I thought while it was longer than the last one (at least, I assume it was), it definitely didn't feel as padded out with extraneous scences. All the action felt like it served the plot in some way, even if I had no idea what was going on half the time.

Going to Toronto Trek this year?

If so, you too can buy a photo of Horatio Caine, Supercop!




Awesome.

So. Anyone out there planning to attend Toronto Trek this summer? They've got a Firefly guest as well as a whole lot of people who have been on Stargate.

I'm planning to attend anyway. It looks like gaming has been allowed to quitely expire in the corner (the corridor was the one good thing the Renal every provided), but I've signed up for the normal spree of panels.