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And you were there! And you! And you!

Back from NYC, one of my most favorite cities on earth. Had a fantastic time, which I shall sum up for you travelogue-lover types around here...

Uneventful trip to NYC, with the exception of the rude man sitting next to me on a four and a half hour flight that did NOT want to let me up to go to the bathroom. I had to lay my hand on his nasty, sweaty arm and flash him the shark grin. Bathroom trip accomplished. (And I held out until 20 minutes before we landed! DUDE. MOVE.) While waiting in line for a cab from the airport to Manhattan, there is a GOOORGEOUS man in front of me. Nubian, chic, hipster, and just GUH. Oh, little something about me: I like the eye candy in RL. Not so much around here (LJ), but there you go. We chat a bit, he's a musician, he heads off for Queens, I smile in my cab.

cherusha is waiting at the hotel and is ADORABLE. Teeny tiny (like, fit in my pocket wee),chic and sassy. Fire-brick pizza for dinner and wandering about the city later, like to the new Apple store. Friday is our big day: walk to the Museum of Natural History, where it appears EVERY HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT is. Which wasn't a problem until our IMAX showing of "Cosmic Collisions," all about the Big Bang. (Oooh! Nerd Alert! What? We both like science.) Ru and I have intellectual discussions about how insignificant man is in the grand scheme of things, and I pause on occasion to point out hot guys. Heeee! We saw the various "Halls of ___" there as well, which was diorama city. I am pleased to learn that Ru loves dioramas as much as me. (And maybe a little more, but then, she's a freak. Don't tell her I said that.) Wander around the west side and follow our noses for lunch, sandwich joint where I had a pomegranate margarita, a bit sweet, but they used good tequila. The waiter and I discuss how I have the right, as a Texan, to beat up the bartender if the margarita isn't good. This is my waiter's idea, by the way. Haha! Cut across Central Park, circle around, people watch, then back to the hotel to hook up with our dinner plans/guests.

entrenous88! Woot! Huge hugs (she's a hugger, which pleases me. If you meet me, SQUEEZE. I won't break.) and then off to 8th Ave for Thai. BIGGEST SINGLE FISH EVER. Fish tank. Right by our table. This fish is like a beagle, but... a fish. And he has NO FRIENDS. No plants, no bubble treasure tank... (I think he ate them all.) We talk about everything under the sun - quick note: if you have yet to meet Entre, she is a FANTASTIC conversationalist. We talk fandom, LJ, politics, food... Good stuff. Back to hook up with a friend from our a_list_celebs RPG, thepiratequeen. Big hugger too, yay!! Fun, funny, we're all chattering like magpies, so I make everyone margaritas. Quick disclaimer: NYC limeade apparently has no pulp, so they didn't taste "authentic" to me, but no one seemed to mind, so... Anyway, Entre heads back (looong week for her) and the three of us head off to Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater on the Lower East Side. Long-form improv, in the vein of Second City. FANTASTIC. Funny, funny, good troupe, and it totally made me miss doing improv. *shrugs* After the show, I talk the girls' ears off about how long-form differs, about technique, and bore their tits off, basically. Then we laughed about all the good times at A-List (you guys get your own post, I hope everyone's ears were burning!) and by the time K left, my sides were aching from laughing. YAY!!

Saturday is our Chinatown day. We brave the subway (my first time) and now that I've taken a few trains, I feel like a pro. I will say that a few simple additions could make it foolproof, such as printing UPTOWN or DOWNTOWN on the walls or platform, as it's not clear. (They have excellent trains in Germany and Switzerland that made everything crystal clear.) BUT. A few missteps, and we got where we needed to be. Now, Ru is from Shanghai. She knows from good food. We had GOOOOOOOOD food. Little place on Mott St. (100 Mott) called Shanghai Cafe. GO. Soupy dumplings - the soup is INSIDE. So, teeny bite, then suck suck suck, then eat. NUM. Cold dishes: jellyfish (my new favorite thing, omg SO good), spicy cabbage, smoked fish. SO. GOOD. We wandered off the touristy streets and found all the small winding roads lined with fish markets, shops, and such. Ru got my kids some neat little gifts, and they LOVE THEM, Ru! (Thanks, again.) Our dogs barking, we head back to the subway, almost get it right in one, find the train we need (seriously: arrows and a Up or Down would go a LONG way.) On our train we chat up this ADORABLE gay couple, the chattier one (the "stoney" of the couple) has been to Dallas, so we talk shop: hair, Dixie Chicks, how dumb Bush is, how he's surprised I'm a native and not bottle-blonde, heee! Getting off the subway we see a crowd and hear music in the station, wander over and find a bunch of guys break-dancing for tips. This is the dance of my people. Haha! Okay, three guys were really good (no pop-locking, I was sad to note) and one guy was obviously the little brother of someone and was just kind of embarrassing himself. Aww.

We wanted to check out Mission Impossible: III (Tom Cruise apologist, here. I don't care. The man makes fun movies.) but it was sold out so.... THE DAVINCI CODE. Oh holy god, I was laughing my ass off. SO. GOOD. TO MSTK3. Which I will do in a minute, spoiler alert! Sunday was brunch with entrenous88 back at our hotel, good food, ADORABLE waiter (what?), and more wandering the cities talking about flowers, babies, birth order, back to the living room at the W and talk about writing, fandom, kinks, education systems (J, you told me a documentary... Mad Hot Ballroom?), and anything and everything. Perfect afternoon. Entre flags us cabs, hugs and kisses all around, then on for my long slog back to DFW. Flight delays, mysterious plane stoppage ten feet from the gangplank, more flight delays, (I had to change planes in Chicago) and the final leg made me check my carry-on, as too many people brought lots of little things and stuck them in the overhead bins. ARGH. I finally got to my house about 1:45am last night. There will be nappage today. All in all: fantastic trip filled with good food, great friends, and I haven't even MENTIONED the books, OMG! This is too long, so I'll save that for later, but HOLY CRAP did I luck out with reading material.


**** SPOILER ALERT!!!!! ****

OMG, shambling cloaked man after spry elderly man (why can't he outrun the shamble man?) and although he thinks a cage will protect him, apparently his body eats bullets. OW. Cut to Tom Hanks, giving the most rudimentary power-point show on religion. OMG, the swastika wasn't always evil! That baby sucking isn't Jesus, it is PAGAN, omg. Cut to Tom being led to crime scene.

Tom Hanks: "Nice plot point, I mean, pyramid."
Surly French Cop: "Thanks. We hate it." *camera lingers FAR TOO LONG*
Tom: "Oooh, check out those triangles!"
SFC: "Yes. I will indulge you, even though there's a BLEEDING BODY DOWNSTAIRS."
Tom: "Triangles. They are important." *camera lingers FAR TOO LONG*
SFC: "You don't say? Oh, here's the body. Devil worshiper, because of the pentacle, yes?"
Tom: "NO! For I am the greatest religious expert in the world, and those are TRANGLES."
SFC: "I now suspect you as the murderer. No one knows about TRIANGLES. No one but filthy MURDERERS."

Cut To: Slashiest Albino/Cardinal relationship in the world. Silas is albino, therefore evil. A GHOST. (Ohhh, clever. Because he's all white? And stuff? See how the writer did that?)

Cardinal: "OMG you are my angel. My AVENGING angel. Barbed leg-bands are a good look for you."
Albino: "Nice. Check out my whip."
Cardinal: "Kinky. Go forth. Kill. Um, in the name of... God?"
Albino: "Lemme flog myself first, so I can be sure to look pained. Or constipated. Then it's a go."

Cut To: incredibly wonky plot device in which EVERY TIME the French Woman appears, you can expect ten minutes of EXPOSITION.

FW: "Sacre bleu! I knew heem! Is, how you say... grandfather?"
Tom: "....grandfather."
FW: "Ooooh! 'E 'as geeven me zeees!" *hands him a fleur de lis swizzle stick*
Tom: " OH. MY. GOD. Is that... Is that a FLEUR DE LIS????????"
FW: "Even zo I am French, I am shocked. WHAT EES A FLEUR DE LIS?? I 'ave nevair seeen wan before!"


Albino: "You know what's a good look? CHANCELOR PALPATINE." *hides in shadows, perfecting his Inner Sith*

Tom: "Let's hurry to the next plot point"
FW: "Yes. I mean, Oui!" *Swiss Bank, with a MYSTERIOUS BANK TELLER. We know because of the music*

Bank Teller: "Well done on the mysterious bank account. Fibonacci sequence is GENIUS. If you are 8. Oh, say. Plot point about OLD ACCOUNTS. Time to escape, in a convenient manner."
Tom/FW: "We have a box! Inside is a plot point! And there's a ROSE. OMG, we should just turn to the audience and give them significant looks."

Tom: *in armored vehicle which NO FRENCH COP CAN PENETRATE, apparently* "I am panicking."
FW: EXPOSITION about my background.

Cut To Albino: "Anakin - you are stronger than the Jedi counci- Oh. Wrong movie. I mean, I have a bad Italian accent. Also, I am Albino and therefore evil. I will kill, then stand naked and show my teeth like I haven't pooped in four weeks."

FW: "It is getting a bit awkward with all of this boring exposition every time I confess I know nothing."
Tom: "Oooh. You know what we need? An eccentric elderly British statesman, who surprisingly lives in France and knows every little minute detail about this very specific topic, oh, and we're friends. Oh, and he has endless resources. Oh, and... Well, that's enough for the audience to swallow."
FW: "In no way can this go wrong, or should I suspect this eccentric man to be anything but that which he claims to be."

Teabing: "Isn't my name hilariously British? Isn't that simply marvelous? I am in no way suspicious of you showing up in the middle of the night, either."
FW: "This is when I again show my ignorance."
Teabing: "Allow me. EXPOSITION. Oooh, in PowerPoint, too!"
Tom: "How about a weak argument about God's existence?"
Teabing: "Ricochet! Also, heated boring discussion that anyone who has every questioned religion has thought of, even though I, too, am an expert!"
Tom: "Ooooh, I see your boring comment and yell something lamer! Also, OH. MY. GOD. IT CAN'T BE.
Teabing: "What? For although we claim to be experts, and the word ROSE has been beating us over the head, you can't mean..."
TOM: "This rose is actually a KEY. Can you believe that? That is CRAZY creative. This is a genius mystery."

Albino: "'SUP, BITCHES?"
FW: "I am, how you say... 'elpless!"
Tom/Teabing: "...helpless."
FW: "Yes! Um, Oui!"
Albino: "If you strike me down I shall become stronger than... DAMMIT. I mean, I kill her. Give me the key!" *shambles, MENACINGLY*

Teabing: "This is insane. Now that he has the ROSE, we should escape. I know, let's take a plane to somewhere."
*all turn and look at the cameras*

Cut To: Cardinals of Evil.

Cabal: "Dude, we rule."
Cabal: "We are SO lying to the pope."
Cardinal: "We need to reiterate that we are acting on our own so the Vatican doesn't sue Ron Howard. Or Dan Brown."
Cabal: "Done."
Teacher: "Hi! I'm a plot point! Also, a thinly veiled subterfuge."
Cabal: "Excellent. NO ONE WILL FIGURE THIS OUT."

Albino: "I am AWESOME. Also, penitent. Also, in serious need of fiber. And chapstick."
Teacher: "Yeah. But hey, nice work on getting the key, go hang out and kill your Cardinal."
Albino: "Done, and done. This is going to evoke sympathy in the audience."
Audience: "Aww. I think he's paid enough for being disgusting and unpleasantly white"
Albino: "Thanks, first I will show a Single Perfect Tear™ and then *dies*"

Teacher: "Actually, I am NOT the teacher! Let me have a drink."
REAL Teacher, yet to be revealed: "Sure! Have a sip. OF POISON."
Teacher: "DOUBLE CROSSED! Oh, I did NOT see that coming! Not in such an intricately woven plot such as thiiiiiiii-" *dies*
Teacher: "It is I, TEABING, muah ah ah!"
Audience: "GASP!"
Stoney: "You friggin' kidding me with this gasp?"
Audience: "We eat McDonalds all the time and watch King of Queens. Of COURSE we are gasping!
Stoney: Ah.

FW: "It's been a while since I asked for, how you say... exposition."
Tom: "...exposition. Yes, let me explain more."
FW: "It is wonderful that we are now in England, most convenient. What's more convenient is how we escaped the police by hiding in a car. Police are NOT SMART. Or thorough. Thank goodness."
TOM: "My extensive knowledge of religion means I know about Isaac Newton and British Empire Knights. Let's find this bitch."
FW: "Oh, oui! I am a police detective, so I will now show a sign of that - finally - by noticing footprints in the dirt on the floor, which MUST BE TEABING."
Teabing: "Ha ha! I am here! I am also crippled, but have a gun, and am feeble. Knocking me down would totally work, but that's not the POINT."
Tom/FW: "Oh no, we are now hostages!"

Tom: "Ron Howard likes visual images of mental pictures, so I will have projected thoughts in front of me while I solve the mystery to remind the audience I am the expert in my field."
Audience: "What was the field? Jesus-ology?"
Tom: "Something like that. Honestly, I can't remember. OH! Idea! I throw this plot device in the air and-"
Teabing: "I'm falling off my crutches to save something, oh no! You are free and I am sad and eccentric, and no one finds that charming!"
British Police: "Nab! Also, the French caught up, and figured out they suck at police work, apparently."
The French: "Mon Dieu! America never gives us a fair shake!"

Tom: "OMG, the key word was 'apple.' Because it was Newton? Get it? GET IT??? Also, isn't it amazing how it wasn't the LATIN SPELLING? When this was made centuries ago?
Audience: "We don't know how to think. I mean, obviously."

Tom: "Say, how about some exposition while we travel to the next plot point?"
FW: "Oui, zat would be, how you say... good?"
Tom: "...good. OH. MY. GOD. It can't... it can't be."
FW: "What? You don't sink... No! Is not possible!"
Tom: "I have just arrived at the conclusion, even though I wrote a book called THE SACRED FUCKING FEMININE. Minus the 'fucking,' of course. Because Bantam Books frowns on swearing."
FW: "Even now I 'ave no idea of anysing."
Tom: "Really? All this talk about triangles being wombs, Mary Magdalene having a BABY, women, the feminine, the CATHOLIC CHURCH'S HATRED OF WOMEN?? Except, only discreetly, as we don't want to be sued?"
FW: "No, I am the most theek-headed woman evair. What is zees mystery?"
Tom: "YOU ARE THE CHRIST BABY. Um, like a long way down the line."
FW: "I will step on water to see if zees is true! Haha. See? The French have, how you say... sense of 'umor?"
Tom: "...sense of humor."

Crowd of Ominous Types: "Hey!"
Tom/FW: "Sacre bleu!"
COT: "Yeah, sorry about your grandfather being murdered. And your family. We... yeah. We weren't on the ball, there."
FW: "So... you know who I am?"
COT: "Yep. And now that YOU know who you are, you are safer. Which makes no sense, work with us."
FW: "I saw my grandpere 'aving zee sex with masks!"
COT: "We... we aren't going to talk about that. Oh! This is your ACTUAL grandmother. Sorry your life sucked. Apparently."
FW: "All is forgiven! I 'ave absolute confidence that you will protect me, even though there 'ave been murders left and right."
Tom: "So I'll just... I'll just be off."
FW: "But who will I get my exposition from?"

Tom: "OH. MY. GOD. It can't... It can't be. I HAVE AN IDEA. Which is interesting that all the triangles didn't TIP ME OFF IN THE BEGINNING. And even though I am supposedly an EXPERT ON SYMBOLS. Or was it Jesus? Or... Sudoku? I can't remember."

Louvre: "HEY. CHECK OUT OUR ROSE LINE. Remember Rose? How we beat you over the head with that word? Oh, and the GIANT PYRAMID? Made of TINY TRIANGLES? Jesus Christ."
Jesus: "I'm off duty. See my descendant."
Tom: "I have now rediscovered my faith in God because of these triangles. I think I'll kneel in prayer, newly renewed in faith, over this GIANT INVERTED PYRAMID, below which I spent a lot of time in the beginning of this frickin' thing above the symbols for man and woman doing it - which I TOTALLY GLOSSED OVER - and below will be the big reveal that brings mankind to its knees."
Mankind: "Religion, huh? Ooooh, X-Men starts in ten minutes in the next theater!"
Tom: "I need a bran muffin and a hair-cut, STAT."

Okay, now I need coffee. (And I swear, people were GASPING in the theater. Ru and I were huddled in our chairs laughing our butts off.)



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Jun. 12th, 2006 04:03 pm (UTC)
WELCOME BACK! So glad you had a good time. The Apple store looks really cool--even cooler since it's inspired by the pyramid at the Louvre. See how I made that segue? SEE? OMG I am brilliant like Dan Brown!

Jesus: "I'm off duty. See my descendant."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That should totally be on his voice mail.

The sad thing is, the movie is still better than the book. At least the movie only wastes two hours of one's life.
Jun. 12th, 2006 04:36 pm (UTC)
HEEEEEEEEE!! Two and a HALF hours. But yes. YES!!

And I am SHOCKED Ron howard didn't think to have Jesus' bones stored under the Apple Store Pyramid (even though it's a cube, but they would have made it a cock or something) for a SEQUEL.

Had a GREAT time, and I am pleasantly exhausted today. (I skimmed my flist - did you write FIC??? *zooom!*)
Jun. 12th, 2006 04:04 pm (UTC)
Fibonacci sequence is GENIUS. If you are 8

Dude! Code based on fibonacci sequence was actually a plot point on MATHNET on PBS (do you remember that? LAPD cops solving math problems in the last 10 minutes of Square One TV?)

Also, didn't half of America read that book? And they were STILL gasping? That Ian McKellan was the bad guy? Were they confused about whether he was Magneto or Gandalf this time around? Geez, Louise.
Jun. 12th, 2006 04:38 pm (UTC)
Hahahahaha! MATHNET. I loved all of those shows for kids on PBS! See? For 4th graders!! And I thought the same thing about everyone and their dog having read the friggin' book, so the big Ian McKellan/Teabing reveal was just RIDICULOUS. (The shock, I mean.)

OH MY GOD, is it... Is it Gandalf the Grey gone horribly, horribly crippled and evil?? :D
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Jun. 12th, 2006 04:40 pm (UTC)
Yeah, the fact that the guy sitting next to me was LITERALLY on the edge of his seat, laughing at the obvious jokes, SCRATCHING HIS CHIN at the "mystery" was just awesome.

I... really? REALLY? Good lord. No wonder other nations are zooming past us intellectually. (And if I was French, I would hate America even more. The movie makes them look STOOPID.)

(And Entre is fantastic. So much fun.)
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Jun. 12th, 2006 04:50 pm (UTC)

OMG, the swastika wasn't always evil! That baby sucking isn't Jesus, it is PAGAN, omg.

OMG wasn't that the best evar?! Supenuse, omg! It is mind-boogleing! O.O Oh, and that tea vs. coffee test with Teabing? Dude. DUDE.

I love you like Silas loves pain.

Dioramas are the shit. Tiny people, tiny houses, tiny delicate villages -- that you can CRUSH in the palm of your hand. Muahaha, destruction! God complex? Moi? I thought you said bone our tits off. Apparently I am incapable of thinking pure thoughts around you.
Jun. 12th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)
You can't think pure thoughts around me because of the power of my flowing NYC hair... *covets that weather, for it makes my hair nice*

OMG, your knowledge of milk or lemon in tea, DEPENDING ON THE TYPE OF TEA is 1) suspenseful, because anyone could be chasing them, 2) important to prove if you are filthy French, or intellectual Britophile and 3) SO HILARIOUS, WHAT A GREAT JOKE, DAN BROWN!

I love you like Silas loves to hold his poop in. And like the Cardinal loves to help the downtrodden psychopathic murderers, murderers in the name of GOD!
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
I am almost sure that was more dramatic and better based in fact than the damned movie. Me, I listened to Terri Gross interview Dan Brown, said "What is this shit?" and ceased, from that moment, to have any inclination to read the book or see the movie.

Julia, Monday, and therefore I am obligated to be cranky
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:24 pm (UTC)
Oh god, the BOOK. Dan Brown is such a HACK. It pains me that his books do so well. They are the "happy meals" of the literary world.

The ONE benefit to the movie over the book is how they do away with the romance. (Which is why I think of the book as "dude lit." Dorky smart guy with the hot French princess falling in love with him over his medicocre brain power? Riiiiiiiiiight.)
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Jun. 12th, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
I had a great time with Ru and Entre! Two smart chicks with senses of humor? What's not to love!

And the book (oh, and it's 'sequel') are such crap... Not that I read the sequel. I had to read TDVCode to see what the hell the big deal was, hoping it would turn out smarter than it was. ...it didn't.

The Cosmic Collisions film was very well done, and had some facts I didn't know, which made me feel dumb. But happy to be learning! The Hall of Asian Peoples and African Peoples had all the dioramas, plus the costumes, etc. Ru was a great guide through the Asian Peoples museum - it was neat to have her translate some of the characters and explain to me about the differences in languages, the formal style, the simple style, and the old world style.

HI ANNE!!!! *massive hugs*
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:09 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you had fun on your trip, welcome back! I'm trying not to read your Davinci thing, only because I plan on watching it on dvd at some point, even if it does suck, lol. I couldnt help but read some of the funny parts though... my favorite so far being, ""Isn't my name hilariously British?...", and I'm sure one day I'll read the rest and laugh my ass off, :D
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, I highly support the watching of the movie for its high mockability, to be sure. :D

And thanks! I'm a zombie today, but it was totally worth it to have that long of a vacation.
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:50 pm (UTC)
So nice to have you back! It's hard to survive for long without your nerdy horndoggedness. Hee.

The Davinci Code both repulses and compulses me. I don't think I used that word correctly, and yet I don't care. I've read tons of magazine articles about the book and movie, and discussed it at length with people - yet I have no plans of ever reading the book or seeing the movie. I'm weird that way. ::gives you a significant look::

::makes a triangle with my fingers and thumbs::
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:52 pm (UTC)
Ooh, also! I went and saw MI3 by myself the other day and it ROCKED. And Tom was perfect and adorable and highly competent, as per ALWAYS.
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Jun. 12th, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you had a fun trip! But I admit I'm even glader you're back. ♥

Your DaVinci review is love. Watching that movie was challenging. Having to suppress screams of agony and yells of: WE KNOOOOW. STOP PRETENDING WE'RE STUPID. Was one of the most exhausting things I went through in my life. And I've played soccer.
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)

I hope your ears were burning. We were all sprawled about int he hotel room going on and on with love for you!

(And OH MY GOD. I think Vanessa should mock the movie as payback for the shoddy treatment the French get. And they premiered that in Cannes????)
Jun. 12th, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC)
Jun. 12th, 2006 08:15 pm (UTC)
Hahaha!! And now I've saved you ten bucks!

(Seriously, a French woman, from an old French family - she's NEVER seen a friggin' fleur de lis before????)
Jun. 12th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
Poor behemoth fish!

Heee, am I a hugger? That sounds a good thing, so yay.

LOVE the recap. I never have to see this movie now. Screw you, Ron Howard!
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:21 pm (UTC)
You ARE a hugger! I have this thing where when people make like their going to hug you, but only barely graze molecules? Argh. Nod and smile at me or squish me. I love that you'll squish me. :)

That fish needed friends!! He needed a coral reef, something!

*flips off Ron Howard*

(Oh, I saw on one of your posts that you might be blocked on gmail chat? Booo! I tried IMing you and it was bounced back. :( I send you <3 instead!)
Jun. 12th, 2006 08:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, Lord, woman. I love you.
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:22 pm (UTC)
It's all the talk of plane travel, isn't it? It is EXCITING!!

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Jun. 12th, 2006 08:13 pm (UTC)
Your trip sounds so fun!! And you got to hang out with Entre - how fabulous!!!

I laughed and laughed at your DaVinci code review! Yay I will not have to see the movie! Although maybe I'll print this out and rent the movie so this can be enjoyed WITH the movie.

FW: "Even zo I am French, I am shocked. WHAT EES A FLEUR DE LIS?? I 'ave nevair seeen wan before!" Oh dear god! heeeeeee!!

Tom: "OMG, the key word was 'apple.' Because it was Newton? Get it? GET IT??? Also, isn't it amazing how it wasn't the LATIN SPELLING? When this was made centuries ago?
Audience: "We don't know how to think. I mean, obviously."

Oh logic!! *snickers*

Jesus: "I'm off duty. See my descendant." Best.line.ever.
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:23 pm (UTC)
I will say, that if you can watch it where it costs you no money, it's fun to have some popcorn and a grin and point out all the flaws. GOD, if I was French? I would demand Dan Brown's head on a pike.

Can't wait for WriterCon with the opportunity for MORE HUGS WITH GREAT FRIENDS!
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Jun. 12th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)
Hee! Yep, that about sums it up. I didn't notice the audience I was with making any noises of surprise, but maybe I was too busy rolling my eyes. Or maybe I watched it in an area where people are smarter?
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:29 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha!! Oh, don't go saying people in NYC aren't smart, or you'll piss people off! I think it just appeals to the lowest common denominator. I mean, there's a reason it's on the Best Sellers lists, which is the same reason people love McDonalds. Easy to consume and not challenging.

...which is sad, but- (But hey! It allowed me a good, hard belly laugh, so joy!)
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Jun. 12th, 2006 11:32 pm (UTC)
I had a GREAT trip! Good food, friends, museums, gorgeous weather... what more can you want out of life, right?

(And yes to re-write, also: review. Oh! I got to use a little rudimentary Spanish while in NYC, which made me happy! I've come to the conclusion that I understand more from writing than hearing lately, which means it's time to re-learn.)

*HUGE hugs to my Mari*
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

April 2017
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