March 10th, 2010

fangirl, _schools4303

My habitation is local.

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1:19 AM 3/10/2010
Back from A Local Habitation release party, which was also a Tricky Pixie concert. I was running a bit later than I strictly wanted to, so I got off at the sooner-stop rather than the later-stop, even though it's a bit farther to walk. Collapse )

I showed up at the bookstore pretty well pleased with myself. I got a copy of the book, cooed at Ripley ("Whooooo looks like a little thornless rose goblin?"), got the book signed, then attempted to commence with the Crappy Cellphone Livecasting of the concert to [personal profile] zarhooie. It did not work so well. I then settled down in a table-bearing corner out of the worst of the crowd with the notebook paper I'd brought with me, because the characters, man, the characters are walloping me pretty hard. (Slightly uncouth to be writing at someone else's book release party, but I am *not going to argue* with the characters.)

Someone whose name I did not catch, but who was wearing a pretty awesome corset, was fiddling. Yay the fiddle!

Tricky Pixie started off with "Pixy Can't Sleep", and followed up with a song about scary things that go bump in the night. "Mushroom Song" was in there somewhere, and the round part of that had grabbed me hard last time; I will at some point when I know that it will be sung, bring the lyrics with me so that I can make a third part of the round. Tam Lin, of course. Seanan's mom wanted Alligator in the House, and the request was granted. There was more. There was always more. (There were several breaks in between, but I'm lumping all the music together.) It was the first performance of a song about the King of the Cats, especially for Tybalt. ♥ Alec played "He of the Sidhe" later in the evening (I was glad of my handkerchief), and lost a lot of bow hair and got interstitial applause. Seanan finished the music with "Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves".

There were door prize drawings. There was cheering after pretty much anything Seanan said. There was patter about US Customs, and some things that make them look at you funny, like buying ~$100 worth of gum, and bringing stuffed Ebola into the country. Hint: when bringing stuffed Ebola into the country, list it as "crocheted science doll" or some such other thing, not as "Ebola", and when you are asked your plans for the Ebola you have, "Oh, I'm going to give it to my friend!" makes Customs look and you and say, "So ... you have Ebola, and you're planning to give it to a US citizen!?"

Songs that did not make an appearance tonight from the band: The Notorious Salad of Doom. It did turn up in conversation, as did the "monkey brains" Calvin & Hobbes comic. Adding "OF DOOM" to any foodstuff automatically makes it more awesome. "If you don't eat your green beans of DOOM, how are you going to grow up to be a Dark Lord?" This, from the bald guy with the 21-year-old daughter, the guy with the "Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil." shirt.

The café pretty much ran out of food because of the crowd, and entirely out of pastry. The only reason they hadn't run out of bread was that someone had gone out into the rain and got more. The evil bald guy ordered a "surprise me" meat and cheese plate (causing an evil laugh from one of the kitchen staff); I decided in favor of the same, given that I didn't know how much of what they had left. I was rewarded with pepperjack! Apparently this is not a regular menu item. The mustard was horseradishy and hot, and ever so tasty.

Ah yes, the rain. It started during the party, and I don't believe it's let up yet.

At one point a conversation started up (starring Seanan, of course) involving giant prehistoric dragonflies eating puppies. I overheard, and popped over to put in my $0.02 (to some guy who is apparently named Sean, as Seanan had burbled merrily off) that the dragonflies would prefer airborne prey, such as flying squirrels and pigeons. Tif put in that the giant sea scorpion in your swimming pool? One electrical cord later, you don't have as much of a problem. I wondered what would happen if you crossed a giant sea scorpion with an electric eel. "This is why you shouldn't genetically engineer things without a license," Tif decided. I wondered what would happen with raven vs. giant prehistoric dragonfly. Epic, I decided.

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Conveyed various greetings from people on the internet to people who were there.

Honey is many things, but is NOT LUBE. (Yes. I went there. At the party. The evil bald guy was attempting to pour the crystallized honey, and, well... from "it's good on garlic bread", and "it's good on everything", it's not that far to "I know something it's *not* good for!" "What?" "Lube.")

As do all things, it wound down eventually.

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