June 10th, 2009

murdered by lunatics

The Demon's Lexicon, Marmalade Fish, 12-hour chats, the postal system, and me

So, sarahtales, who is not a friend as such, but a fandom associate of old, is published. She has written a book called The Demon's Lexicon, and it's one of those darkly witty things that gets marketed at teenagers because most of the major players in the scenario are teenagers. However, I would guess that most teenagers would quail in the face of an unkindness of possessed ravens bursting into the kitchen, an insane mother in the attic, and the other day-to-day realities of living on the wrong side of magic that Alan and Nick Ryves have to deal with. Not to mention the Circle of murderous magicians that are after them...

It was officially released on June 2nd, but in the absence of a one-day laydown, I managed to find a copy earlier. (I then held off on reading it for fear I'd disturb [personal profile] jd.)

On Saturday, starting at 9AM Pacific time, there was a group read-through of the book, led by the intrepid sarahtales. This process was largely insane, full of excellent discussion, and archived in marmalade_fish.

The chatroom stayed open, and did not close like a sane thing. This developed into further and stranger adventures from people who did not want it all to end. Sooner, rather than later, a plot hatched to send around a postcard, and mailmalade_fish was born.

I have developed several new friends, much to my surprise and delight.

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The 30th, and happy funtimes in the Castro district!

It so happened that JD and Ursie were in town at the same time, JD on his way back in from Vegas, and Ursie on her way back in from getting married in Korea. This occasioned a meetup.

We got off to a late-ish start, which was contributed to by the sausage incident. JD's phone had been behaving badly and not charging properly, and we set out to get his phone looked at and hit his bank. Unfortunately, the banks were closed and the phone place was not the sort he needed. Furthermore, I was starting to get a bit of an agoraphobia/claustrophobia attack just from driving. Instead of meeting up in Golden Gate Park, JD and ursamajor determined that we would meet up at a bookshop, in this case A Different Light. So that's what we did.

Public transit is fun. I had been suffering from generalized OW WTF MY KNEES AND LEGS, which was a fun positive feedback loop involving knees not wanting to be bothered, lack of my usual walks with my aunt, the lack of walks eroding my endurance, and the lack of endurance contributing to my legs having had quite enough of this foolishness. I brought my umbrella to lean on, and this was a good choice.

We wound up at A Different Light reasonably before the rest of the party, and poked around. I found books. JD found books. ursamajor arrived, with hyounpark in tow, along with two people I'd never met before. I spied Ursie with no problem, and there was immediate hugging, and catching up on the things that had been happening in her absence. I found a card about a Saint of Modern Communication, with a Blackberry. I showed it to Ursie. She showed it to Hyoun. He was able to identify the model. We were in hysterics. There was gossip.

At length, we decided it was lunchtime. (It was getting quite late in the afternoon.) We went a few doors down to a taqueria (La Tortilla).

Since this was us meeting up, there were nachos (not Alton Brown anal nachos, however).

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We wandered off and got gelato. I had vanilla, rose, nutella, and ... something. It was all tasty.

JD spied event posters, including a DJ Earworm.

Event promotion poster for Cock Fight with DJ Earworm

Everybody else checked out the history display; I stayed outside as I was getting very tired and my everything hurt and my assorted phobias were getting crankier. I took the opportunity to take pictures. The hot guy from the bookstore walked past at one point.

Looking across the street up Castro

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Eventually we went our separate ways.

Rainbow flag in Harvey Milk plaza, flying a black pennant too

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