What TBG did.
Jul. 24th, 2006 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyHeyo, true believers.
Interesting weekend, all around. Friday's poll pitting The Persuader against The Executioner(which sounds like a good wrestling match, when you think about it) . The Persuader (who is, I will remind you, Master of the Atomic Axe, which sounds like a gimmick for a member of KISS) was leading until a late game rally by Executioner fans, based primarily on this issue and its conclusion and after that, I REALLY need a copy of that issue, or at least a trade of Simonson's Ragnarok.
So. The weekend was exciting and draining, simultaneously. Cynra & I motored down to K-Town to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lickerishwhip and the_solecist for a bit and meet their new bebe (how to tell apart groups of friends: The ones in Kingston all have boy babies, otherwise it's girls). The visit had to be somewhat abbreviated because we had to get to Old Fort Henry (home of the finest cheesemakers in the land) for a concert of the Kingston Symphony Orchestra.
The sky was threatening, and a few drops were falling, but we (and the rest of the people in line) were optimistic. Unfortunately, the KSO was less so and, with much babble about 'doppler radar' and 'impending storms', called off the show. Ah, c'est la vie. That's French for "fuckers! I drove down from Toronto!"
Amusing fact: Kingston is just so fucking white it's not funny.
To salvage the evening, Cynra & I decided to grab some dinner at a local venue (The Toucan/Fitzpatrick's, which unlike most bars is unable to get by with just one name), where I got a nice hamburger with blue cheese, and take in a movie. Contrary to your wishes, we took in My Super Ex-Girlfriend, but only because it gave us enough time to eat while not being too late for the wife's delicate constitution (really, it was 10 minutes in either direction; I would have waited the ten minutes for Clerks II, but that was not to be).
We stopped off at K-Town's local indy bookstore and picked up a few things; Cynra filled a few gaps in her Laurie King collection, and I picked up a copy of The Devil's Dictionary and the new Frank.
The movie? An enjoyable enough Rom-Com (light on the Com), although the eponymous supheroine's near-psychotic behaviour was played for uncomfortable laughs at best. It was a better Superhero movie than X-Men III, in any case. Good jewelery store robbery, creative firefighting, missle kicking, and invulnerable hero with non invulnerable costume.
Sunday was spent taking in Old Fort Henry. Our tour guide was a jovial young man with a bad memory. Verbatim: "Oh, yeah, there was something else I wanted to tell you. Oh, it'll come back to me later." At least twice. I hope we didn't miss anything interesting about the officer's mess. We probably would have enjoyed the tour more if we'd gone with the piper, honestly.
We saw the cannon demonstration, and the inspection (and the goat), and also stopped in on the Victorian Schooling session. I messed up in the spelling bee by mis-spelling Lieutenant. The map was amusing, as England was on both the left side and the right.
There were also museum rooms showing medals, rifles, and other stuff. Other stuff beign rooms we didn't go into, as we wanted good seats for the cannon demonstration. Those suckers are LOUD, btw. It ain't good when they go off when you're not expecting it.
We were walking out when I heard a series of reports behind us and thought "dammit, we should have stayed for the rifle drill".
After that, home to ACB for BBQ and kibitzing with the folks. I had too much tabbouleh, but it tasted SO GOOD. Then, home and some shopping and not enough sleep.
And that was my weekend.
Interesting weekend, all around. Friday's poll pitting The Persuader against The Executioner(which sounds like a good wrestling match, when you think about it) . The Persuader (who is, I will remind you, Master of the Atomic Axe, which sounds like a gimmick for a member of KISS) was leading until a late game rally by Executioner fans, based primarily on this issue and its conclusion and after that, I REALLY need a copy of that issue, or at least a trade of Simonson's Ragnarok.
So. The weekend was exciting and draining, simultaneously. Cynra & I motored down to K-Town to see
lickerishwhip and the_solecist for a bit and meet their new bebe (how to tell apart groups of friends: The ones in Kingston all have boy babies, otherwise it's girls). The visit had to be somewhat abbreviated because we had to get to Old Fort Henry (home of the finest cheesemakers in the land) for a concert of the Kingston Symphony Orchestra. The sky was threatening, and a few drops were falling, but we (and the rest of the people in line) were optimistic. Unfortunately, the KSO was less so and, with much babble about 'doppler radar' and 'impending storms', called off the show. Ah, c'est la vie. That's French for "fuckers! I drove down from Toronto!"
Amusing fact: Kingston is just so fucking white it's not funny.
To salvage the evening, Cynra & I decided to grab some dinner at a local venue (The Toucan/Fitzpatrick's, which unlike most bars is unable to get by with just one name), where I got a nice hamburger with blue cheese, and take in a movie. Contrary to your wishes, we took in My Super Ex-Girlfriend, but only because it gave us enough time to eat while not being too late for the wife's delicate constitution (really, it was 10 minutes in either direction; I would have waited the ten minutes for Clerks II, but that was not to be).
We stopped off at K-Town's local indy bookstore and picked up a few things; Cynra filled a few gaps in her Laurie King collection, and I picked up a copy of The Devil's Dictionary and the new Frank.
The movie? An enjoyable enough Rom-Com (light on the Com), although the eponymous supheroine's near-psychotic behaviour was played for uncomfortable laughs at best. It was a better Superhero movie than X-Men III, in any case. Good jewelery store robbery, creative firefighting, missle kicking, and invulnerable hero with non invulnerable costume.
Sunday was spent taking in Old Fort Henry. Our tour guide was a jovial young man with a bad memory. Verbatim: "Oh, yeah, there was something else I wanted to tell you. Oh, it'll come back to me later." At least twice. I hope we didn't miss anything interesting about the officer's mess. We probably would have enjoyed the tour more if we'd gone with the piper, honestly.
We saw the cannon demonstration, and the inspection (and the goat), and also stopped in on the Victorian Schooling session. I messed up in the spelling bee by mis-spelling Lieutenant. The map was amusing, as England was on both the left side and the right.
There were also museum rooms showing medals, rifles, and other stuff. Other stuff beign rooms we didn't go into, as we wanted good seats for the cannon demonstration. Those suckers are LOUD, btw. It ain't good when they go off when you're not expecting it.
We were walking out when I heard a series of reports behind us and thought "dammit, we should have stayed for the rifle drill".
After that, home to ACB for BBQ and kibitzing with the folks. I had too much tabbouleh, but it tasted SO GOOD. Then, home and some shopping and not enough sleep.
And that was my weekend.
