L.A. Film Fest and An Epic Lot of Epicness

The L.A. Film Festival started last Thursday ( the same day as the Lakers game that led to stupidity and the last day of E3 ) and tonight Patrick and I went to… it?

We went to the 8 pm screening of Katalin Varga. I don’t want to talk about the film (though it was good and I would suggest seeing it), I mostly want to talk about the experience of going to the film festival… which I sort of did but sort of didn’t. There seems to be this whole subculture of film festival fanatics. These people have passes! Like passes around their necks that they paid $200 for! I like movies and all but I don’t know if I’d be into paying that much to view some movies that I may or may not like. Though, I think I probably would watch them all if i had the time.

That kind of thing makes me wonder who these people are. I like to think they all know each other, they are like the discussion board members from Pattern Recognition. They have their little dramas etc. This makes it more interesting than the truth, which is that they are probably in the industry, or are reporters.

This post was not well thought out at all, nor did it really have a point. Oh well, LAFF, it’s here, it’s queer, get used to it.

Speaking of movies, check out the genius marketing that is being done for Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World (which I am very excited about seeing):

What if would look like in a Scott Pilgrim comic
What I really look like

Constructive Criticism Sold Here!

Recently I’ve noticed a number of close friends, minor acquaintances, and friends of friends who have been either getting engaged, getting married, having babies, buying homes, moving in together, etc. and being surrounded by all of this I can’t help but be aware of my age and thinking “What the hell am I doing?”

If you know me, you know that I am not in any way a babymaker or homemaker. I’m not saying I want to settle down, get married, buy a house and start raising a family. Not right now anyway and for some of those things possibly not ever. I guess I just feel like everyone around me is moving through life and I’m just… not.

The silly part is that I’ve always told myself, and others, that I believe everyone works on their own time line and that things happen to everyone when they should happen (not bad things but you know, “things” in general). Despite my personal philosophy though, it’s hard to not notice when the life timelines of everyone else seems to be on the same track and mine is just not.  It’s sort of like knowing you can’t attend a party but feeling a little left out because you didn’t receive an invitation. Which, of course, is irrational and totally stupid.

It makes me wonder if maybe, possibly… there’s something wrong with me.

I know what you’re thinking, “What?! NO! There’s nothing wrong with you. That stuff will happen to you too, it’s just not happening right now.” Or maybe you’re not thinking that at all and you’re actually thinking, “Yeah I can think of a few things wrong with you but I can’t tell you because that would be rude of me.” Of course all my friends are nice. They are decent people and they like me, so they would never think of telling me about the qualities about me that they dislike. So what I really need is to find someone to tell me what is wrong with me. There must be a person who can offer these services, right? Actually, I think that lady from Millionaire Matchmaker could probably do that, but she comes with a pretty hefty fee, the kind of money that I don’t have.

So if you’re reading this, and you’re my friend, next time I say something along the lines of: “What the hell is wrong with me?” You should definitely tell me. Think of it as doing me a favor.

Trekkie Mother’s Day!

So since I saw Star Trek on Thursday night (unofficial opening) I’ve been watching episodes of season 1 on YouTube.

Which is nerdy sure, but also lots of fun watching Sulu run around the U.S.S. Enterprise shirtless and wielding sword.

I’m spending the weekend down South (meaning the Southern outskirts of Los Angeles county) with family. Tracy and I made a cake for grandma’s birthday.

It’s strawberry lemonade cake with lemon cream cheese frosting and garnished with slices of strawberries. It was probably the closest thing to having a fruity cake as I would allow.

For some reason my family loves the horrible tasting “fruit cakes” meaning they have a layer (or two) of fruit in the center and topped with fruit and that fake horrible tasting frosting, if you can call it that.

It’s the most busiest time of the year!

May is so busy for me! I pretty much have things scheduled for every weekend.

This past weekend was Orange County brunch, a monthly brunch event in Seal Beach. Then there was Unique Los Angeles after that. On Sunday I had an impromptu trip to Disneyland for Bats Day. That was… interesting.

Each time I go to Disneyland I find less and less to do there. I think I’ve succumb to the jaded passholder mindset, which is that there are really only four fun rides and once you do that there isn’t much else to do. Which is somewhat true. If it’s your first time though, you have to do everything. I’ll still never understand how people can take a three or four day vacation at the Disneyland resort. There’s not enough things to do in that park to fill four days. Continue reading “It’s the most busiest time of the year!”

Lovers Weekend: Recap

This weekend was rad and I am pooped.

recap complete with random pictures taken over the weekend.

Friday
I left work and headed to LAX, thought I was going to miss the plane but made it there with some time to spare. Jamie, and I, flew into SFO, checked into our hotel and then headed directly to Sparky’s for a late night dinner with JP.

ReadyMade vending machine from our hotel’s lobby.

Saturday
The lady and I made our way to The Embarcadero as we had a date with my aunt, uncle and cousin in San Anselmo. Bought tickets for a Sausalito Ferry ride and wandered around the farmers market at the ferry building for awhile.

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