I fail to see the point of posting on OWL if the entries don't stay on the front page long enough for anyone to realize they're there.

I'll be out of touch for the next several days.

Han Solo vs. Captain Kirk in a fight. Who would win?

Words of advice from Bill Clinton to Kenneth Starr:

"Next time, bring Kryptonite, mother f**ker."

Ok, in need of an ego stroke, about to go stir up the fan club again.

Check it out here:

https://fangirlrobbi.livejournal.com

You know, for having my own fan club... what do they do, exactly?

The Alan Rickman Fan's Lament has just hit 1200 hits. Unfortunately, now I have to change all the lyrics, since they are wholly inaccurate now.

The Alan Rickman Fan’s Lament

I have stand up in ten days. SEVEN MINUTES of standup. With a real, live crowd. Of British people. I should probably get to work on that. If anyone's in England and wants to check it out, it's at the Queen's Head Pub in Picadilly Circus. On Denman. Friday, 27 November, at 7:30pm. Hopefully I won't suck. I guess if it comes down to it, I can do a cartwheel. Maybe I'll take my tap shoes... Because there's nothing funnier than a fat girl tap dancing. Unless it's Tommy Cooper.

Vox and Anonymous Plume suggested a topic of skinny jeans, but they haven't extrapolated on what, exactly, it funny about skinny jeans. Little help, please?

Maybe I just need sleep.

Booked my first stnad up gig for London for November 27. I'm very pleased about that. Now I just hope that I can, you know, be funny.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Nothing much here. It's raining. Isn't that fascinating?

Hope everyone's well. Sorry this version of me's been away, but it was necessary. Hopefully we've put that unpleasantness behind us. We can always hope that my fellow soldiers at Fort Bragg will have a missile go awry and take care of that problem permanently. That'll be the dream.

I have a couple of other blogs going on but they just felt too… restrained. So this is the stuff that doesn’t fit anywhere else.

Taking workshops at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London. Can I just say OH MY GOD? There aren’t even words to describe it, it’s just... ok there IS a word to describe it, but I’m not going to use that here. It was magic. And no, the class was not being taught by Alan Rickman. I doubt he ever deigns to grace the academy with his presence on a Saturday during workshops for schlubs who haven’t been accepted to drama school yet.

On Thursday I’m going to see Mother Courage and Her Children at the National Theater. Starring Fiona Shaw. Met her in July, a truly delightful woman.

On Saturday another workshop at RADA. I hope it’s as good as this last one.

I will leave you with this quote from Stewie on family guy.

"My pillow smelled like farts, but that's ok, we're in England!"

Tornado sirens going off. Lousy wrath of God. Hiding under bed. Doh.

Flat as far as the eye can see. 100F at 8:20pm. Light pollution that blocks out the night sky. How I love being home.




Just had two tacos and a sourdough jack from Jack in the Box. Tomorrow, Taco Bueno!

The Alan Rickman Fan's Lament just had 1000 hits. WOO. That's really cool.

Also, have a mentioned how much I miss my best mate? Man, I miss him terribly. I know quitting my job and taking this opportunity in Brighton was the right thing to do, but it feels like part of me is missing. Apparently he misses me too, someone told me he wanders around the office in the afternoons, like he's looking for me, but knows that I'm not there. It's weird.

Just rolled into Denver, which is the last leg of my trip around the world with Penny and Mickey. You'll just get the sum up with me, Penny's a much better travel logger than I am. She also takes more pictures.

San Francisco was fantastic. The weather was practically cold. That was a welcome change from the 105F it was in Dallas when I left. I think it went down to 92F while I was gone but it was a muggy 92, so it's just as bad as 105.

I saw lots of people I'd met before at Portus and just from bumming around at The Petulant Poetess, including AmyDMartin, Snapebeliever, QuiQuaeQuod, anonymous_plume, pyjamapants, ladyinthecloak, blue_paris, kittylefish, PiperKirby, and benevolent_goddess. Went to a couple of parties that were really cool. Met Steve Vander Ark on Saturday night at a party given by Piper. Unfortunately, he was only introduced as Steve, and I didn't realize who he was until the next day. Otherwise I would have hit him in the face.

Had a super-secret-lunch with bethbethbeth on Sunday that was amazingly fun. Sunday night I ended up going to bed early while everyone went to the ball. I've had this cough thing going on for weeks now, and it makes me really tired with all the meds I have to take.

Monday I drove down to Monterey peninsula and saw my old biology professor, Manus J. Donahue, Jr., from UNT. We caught up and he showed me around Cannery Row.





I then drove back into SF and met up with Bevolent_Goddess, kittylefish, pyjamapants, sunny33, mickey, ladyinthecloak, and blue_paris for a surprise birthday dinner for kittylefish.





Tuesday we left for Salt Lake City but ended up only in Reno after it took 2.5 hours to rent a car from Hertz. They suck.

Wednesday we took off for Salt Lake City and got there in the evening. We checked into the hotel and then drove around the temple to say we've been there.

Thursday we drove the 447 miles to Cheyenne, Wyoming. That's, like, forever, in case you were wondering. We pulled into debjunk's driveway, met with a great welcoming banner, which you can see here:



Debjunk and her family were wonderful. They took us to the carnival for Cheyenne Frontier Days and then we went out to the middle of nowhere so I could see the sky and the kids shot off fireworks. I know you probably think it's odd that I specifically asked to be taken to a place where I could see the sky, but I'd never seen the Milky Way before. I live in the city. On clear nights at my parents house, you can see about a quarter of what I could see in Cheyenne. It was amazing.

Anyway I'm going to go write some more of a squick fic I'm working on, and then maybe I'll update Hooligans. Maybe.

Leaving San Francisco this morning. 700 miles to cover before tonight across the desert. Fun times. There's a bit of rain but I think it will be to the south of us. It's supposed to be 98 in Reno and 95 in Salt Lake City. But it's a dry heat... right?

I'm such a dork. I'm completely content hanging out in my room in San Francisco and I've taken no pictures at all. I suck.

I did see amydmartin, snapebeliever, pyjamapants, QQQ, and anonymous plume and of course, they're awesome. :)

Today I had lunch with bethbethbeth and that was WAY cool.

Had dinner tonight with Karelia and Blue_Paris and of course Mickey and Penny at a Thai restaurant. Good food. Fish ball soup, MY FAVORITE!

On my way to Sasn Francisco. I've heard the temperature there is... in the two digits???? I had to find a sweat shirt. All my winter clothes are in storage.

Man I can't wait to get to China Town.

Ok, the sun can stop now. It's been over 100 for the last twelve days. San Francisco is looking more and more appealing...

I just had the best evening I've had in years. When you consider that forty-eight hours ago I was having drinks with Alan Rickman and Fiona Shaw, that's saying something.

With all the things I "get" to do, people always tell me that I'm "lucky." My response to that is that it's not luck, it's hard work and it makes my life extremely complicated. The things I do are fun and amazing and I wouldnt trade them for anything, but there's a price.

I've had allergy-related bronchitis for the past week. Having traveled extensively over the last 72 hours and seen Half Blood Prince 3 times since Monday, I can tell you that all I wanted to do tonight was go home from work and crawl into bed. But an old friend IMd me and said, come to my office, I'll be here til 6:30pm. So I grabbed a quick shower at the athletic building and headed over, tired out of my mind and groggy on cough medicine. We chatted for two hours. It was uncomplicated and wondrous. It was so beautifully simple. It was better than steak tartare at the Ivy. It was better than shaking Alan Rickman's hand. It was better than being Walter Koenig's body guard. It was better, even, than packing the house and having them howl in laughter at my comic genius.

It was brilliant.

No, not the mile high club. Get your mind out of the gutter!

So... the flight I was on was supposed to leave DFW at 7:20pm It was supposed to start boarding at 6:35pm. At 6:50pm, they told us that it was taking longer to clean the plane. When it's an international flight, they have to clean it pretty thoroughly to make sure there's no contraband on board. It was 105F (40.5C) in Dallas yesterday. While they were cleaning the plane, the temperature rose inside the cabin to an unacceptable temperature for boarding, so they had to start the engine and cool it down before we could get on. We finally got on and we sat there. And sat there. And sat there. And then there were DFW policemen on the flight. Two women apparently were too drunk to fly, and were removed from the flight. We finally took off at 8:50pm. Many people were trying to connect to flights to the Middle East, and by the time we took off, they'd already missed their connections. We flew until about 1130pm, when the pilot came on and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, apparently this is a bad night to try to get London. We've lost one of the units that controls the air pressure. I'm going to have to dump fuel and land at Chicago." I'd noticed throughout the flight that it hadnt ever got cool, and my ears kept popping, but I thought it was me because I was on so much medication. The pilot dumped fuel for about 45 minutes while circling Chicago. We could see it coming off the wings. Finally he goes in to land, but he was really still too heavy. The brakes were extremely hot and we blew the tires when we landed, so the full emergency team was out on the runway. We sat in the sweltering plane for another 2 hours. The flight crew was about to max out on their time, so all of the sudden, the seat belt light comes on and they flight attendant comes on and says, "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for take off." What'd happened was if they declared themselves ready to back off the gate, and closed the aircraft door, it stopped the time from running on the crew. Had they not done that, we would probably still be waiting at O'Hare waiting for a new crew to come. So then it was another half hour from then that we took off. We finally landed at 3:20pm local time, when we were supposed to have landed at 10:30am.

I'm finally in my hotel, and I'm very happy about that.