Sometimes a trip is great not because of the original destination, but because it allows other, more important, events flourish. (I’ll be damned if I say some sh*t about “the journey” nonsense.)
I feel that for the first time in a long time, I got to see CD Rogue happy, flexible, and open. We didn’t have any ‘old married couple’ disagreements, we ate our fill of pancake house hash browns and omelettes, and traveled together better than a troop of Dwarfs protecting a Hobbit and his ring. Stripped away from the every day failures and stresses, turns out we really do get along pretty damn great. The trick will be to maintain this now that we’re back in the Matty-shack, or looking from a distance, the Matty-shack is more like a lair of whelps and spawns at times. Nothing a good toilet scrubbing or pot of coffee can’t fix. And a pipe of Halflings’ Weed and a cold pint. There are all kinds of magic in this world.
I turned to my brother-in-law as we were going up the escalator to see the new movie theatre on the 3rd floor of the Anaheim Convention Center; he promising ear-melting speakers and huge visual effects, and I say: “Gee, it sure would be cool to get Chris Metzen’s autograph.” (I am pretty sure I didn’t say “gee.” I am not sure why in my typing personae I dig out 1930s interjections like “gee” and “gosh.”) Now the subtext to this is we had just laid out hundreds of dollars for tickets, and waited in the Blizzard store line for hours and bought the cubs some souvenirs. Of course Chris Robinson, the Art Director in charge of the horror that is human females, was no where to be found, that coward.
We turn the corner to the third floor, and lo and behold, CHRIS! My brother-in-law said his name, and he, Chris, graciously gave me his autograph on my badge! (Luckily I had a pen handy.) Oh coolness! I feel like I met a rockstar! The line was too long for the movie theatre, so we never got to experience it, but hey, I got my autograph!
I turned to my brother-in-law as we were going up the escalator to see the new movie theatre on the 3rd floor of the Anaheim Convention Center; he promising ear-melting speakers and huge visual effects, and I say: “Gee, it sure would be cool to get Chris Metzen’s autograph.” (I am pretty sure I didn’t say “gee.” I am not sure why in my typing personae I dig out 1930s interjections like “gee” and “gosh.”) Now the subtext to this is we had just laid out hundreds of dollars for tickets, and waited in the Blizzard store line for hours and bought the cubs some souvenirs. Of course Chris Robinson, the Art Director in charge of the horror that is human females, was no where to be found, that coward.
We turn the corner to the third floor, and lo and behold, CHRIS! My brother-in-law said his name, and one of Chris’s handlers, turned to us and gesticulated a “no paparazzi” hand, while Chris put up a hand to shield himself from the glare of my timid smile. The handler explained, “Not now, Chris is with his family.” and off they went. Pen nested in purse. Badge unmarred. And the line was too long for the movie theatre, so that didn’t happen, either.
In any case, this is the only signature I really care about:
You know what would be kind of cool? A in-home movie theatre in our garrisons. Think about it. We could click on any cut-scene or movie from the huge array of WoW movies out there. Milkduds and buttered popcorn materializes next to our computers, and of course icy cold Cokes (or Diet Cokes if one is trying to off-set the Milkduds….cough).
There is a movie theatre in Seattle I love: the Cinerama. I can’t wait till it reopens this month.
“They” say a better way to be a creative person is to consume others creativity. Perhaps that’s what has been lacking, so I am feeding myself novels and movies. I recently read A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman (highly recommend) and I have a roll of books to read, and a mounds of scraps of story starters. When I watch a WoW cinematic, I get renewed and inspired all over again. Give me back my Milkduds.
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