It's sold out, and I have an extra ticket. $6 if you want to pay me back, but that's not really the point. Want to come?
Harvard Square, 6:45 (waitlist seating begins at 6:55)
We have a drip. In the third-floor ceiling.
Well, now we have a hole.( there's a hole in the ceiling, dear Liza, dear Liza )
EDIT: So yeah, a little repetitive sound while we were watching TV turned out to be a slow drip onto my laptop keyboard (which appears to have sustained no damage). One drop at a time was seeping through a hairline crack in the plaster. We moved cruft and furniture, rmd cut into the ceiling (which I would not dare do, but hey, I'm not a former electrician!) pulled out insulation and stuff, and found what *appears* to be a small leak of wetness driven sideways by the wind, as opposed to a serious roof problem. We hope. A bucket is in place.
It's been enlarged since this pic.
ObSubjectLine: And we left the TiVo paused shortly before Gene Wilder says, "The name! Is! Frankenstein!"
For those unfamiliar with Woot, the shirt is $12 today and $15 thereafter until they don't sell enough of it to keep it around. For those *familiar* with Woot, note they've changed where they get their T-shirt blanks from recently and the fit may be slightly different.
Two shows left! Tonight, and Saturday matinee. Claudia-Bob sez, check it out.
Theatre@First is in the second week of its performances of Equus, and it's a fantastic, intimate production. No giant horse puppets, no nudity... this is an up-close psychological drama that fits the intimate performance space (a church basement). I got home last night quite overwhelmed by it.
dpolicar directed, lillibet and a newcomer to T@F co-star... And this is the point at which I forgot I wanted to post before leaving the house. Hurray for restore-from-draft, but I won't be elaborating further while thumb-typing on my phone.
There's an excellent review in Bay Windows that I think really "gets" this production. Reserve tix for 8pm tonight or 3pm Saturday, and catch it before it's gone!
This week is their annual Recordathon, where they try to fill every recording booth for 12 hours a day straight. If anybody would like to join me, there are still some time slots where you could. Or if you're truly heroic, you could replace me tomorrow (Monday) from 4:30-6:30 where I just realized I have colliding dinner plans. Oops.
The reading for Recordathon week is really easy and enjoyable--mostly novels and biographies. In general it's dryer, and lots of text books. They'd love more math&science folks to do books you need math&science clue for. To become a regular volunteer you need to learn how to read diagrams and such, but that's not necessary during the Recordathon... generally all you need to do is remember to say "page 5" and click a mouse, at the top of the page, and they mark each page to remind you to do it. ;-) So if you'd like to try it out, and you can make the times there are still slots free, let me know! I'll be going in Monday afternoon and can write you into the schedule for any timeslots later in the week.
RFB&D is located just outside Porter Square: 2067 Mass. Ave., 3rd floor (there are elevators)
For my own reference, I'm recording:
Thursday: none at all
I may add more time slots, especially on Saturday, but figured I'd wait and see what time slots other people didn't want.
As of Friday afternoon shortly before they closed, so probably still accurate, they still needed people for:
Updated Friday 2:30pm
Monday: 4:30-6:30, the vacancy I just created (eep)
Tuesday: 8:30-10:30, 4:30-8:30
I'll definitely do some Saturday time, I just haven't chosen when, yet. If you'd like to go in with me, that could make up my mind. If you want to go a time I'm already going, that'd be Tuesday 4:30-6:30. ;-) Or ping me and we can figure out another time.
rmd and I got literally the best possible parking space (inexplicably, as we arrived relatively late (10:40 for a noon start) and found joev and the seats he had grabbed for us and metagnat because he is full of awesome. We saw a slideshow salute to the Orson Welles, the theater which was the marathon's first home 35 years ago, but which burned down 25 years ago. The Somerville Theatre has been our home for the last five years, during which they've only improved their ability to show the actual *film* the 'thon emphasizes, instead of digital projection. Next year, they'll be able to do 70mm.
EDIT 2:19PM: There were trailers for classic movies including Invaders from Mars (a previous 'thon feature, the least subtle red scare allegory I know of among invasion flicks--far less so than any version of Body Snatchers). We ransomed Major Tom from raygun-wielding Martian counterinsurgents (or something) with a tribute of Atomic Hot Rocks candy, which were then used to permit Starship Marathon to blast off (pop one in your mouth and count down from 10!)
We started off with Duck Dodgers ("Whaddya know? It dithintegrated!) and the Star Trek reboot. metagnat and I agreed that it was more fun than we expected on a second viewing. Of course, this is totally the crowd for it.
At the break, we were collectively introduced to Claudia Gonson's* six month old baby, who has now set a record for youngest 'thon attendee ever. And we're on to 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (1916). Garen Daly found a vault print, which is in beautiful condition, and we have a live accompanist.
*yes, of The Magnetic Fields
EDIT 4pm: That was in fact a beautiful print. Decades before Jacques Cousteau, this would have been the first underwater photography its audience had ever seen, and the camera is entirely justified in lingering on the coral and seaweed and sharks and divers. The movie credits, at the beginning, the Williams brothers who made all the underwater filming possible. The divers use tanks along with old-fashioned helmets, rather than a hose to the ship. But rather than being fully inflated like the space suit look I'm used to, the suits were inflated at the head and chest only, puffing out the chest of the suits and giving the divers the look of cartoon bodybuilders, with trapezoidal madly tapering chests and toothpick legs. This was the Avatar/Titanic/IMAX of its day, and it hasn't been seen in Boston in 90 years. I'm glad I had the opportunity to see it.
The plot had a blackface (well, brown or red-face) Nemo and some other characters, and that all wove in with Mysterious Island and some stuff set in Raj India that Jules Verne never wrote, but which explains what Nemo's so pissed off about. It was surprisingly not-offensive, as movies including blackface go. And did I mention beautiful?
Trailers: must see SuckerPunch and Cowboys & Aliens (I mean, Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford and cowboys *and* spaceships? and the lovely Olivia Wilde); I think I can skip I Am #4 and Mars Needs Moms, though. Joev tells me there was a Cowboys & Aliens trailer that even the intended audience simply snickered at.... So then they made this one. I hope the movie more resembles this one.
Next, Metropia (2009), not yet rated, New England premiere. Dystopian animation by a Swedish former graffiti artist. I'm in! Written by
EDIT 5:55pm: Metropia settled firmly in the uncanny valley for me. Photorealistic CGI heads on disproportionately small bodies, with very mechanical (3D) movement in usually-photorealistic scenery. Color washed out, and a much narrower range of facial than vocal emotions. Which all worked rather well for Brazil/Big Brother dystopia. I *think* I liked it quite a lot, but it has to settle a bit.
Now, the Battlestar Galactica pilot movie. No, the original. Space Mormons and feathered hair! The projectionist tells us the print is beautiful. The print--not the movie. ;-)
EDIT 9:50 pm: Battlestar was just as I remember it, except maybe even more feathered hair. Baby Rick Springfield?!?
We skipped the annual tinfoil hat contest (which I *do* enjoy) and MST3K: The Movie in favor of sit-down Indian food at Diva (Regis had a groupon to spend) and we'll be back for maybe the alien mating cry challenge and definitely the three short subjects: Superior Firepower (2010), Second Unit (2011), and F**k Me, Ray Bradbury (2010), which last I gather you can find on YouTube in more or less pornographic versions.
EDIT 10:40 am: Lots of sci-fi, lots of sleeping, lots of bleary blinking. I'll flesh this out later, but now it's time for Zonad, the last film.
(I have no Monty Python icons? Alas.)
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[blah blah Chekhov on film] "Based on his eponymous 1891 novella, THE DUEL gives life to a classic Chekhovian tale...."
All right. Look it up if you want to, but let me know if you do.
Cause the other one's not as good)
rmd was understandably stressed the heck out when our basement flooded on top of other repairs needed and such. I went out for more trash bags (not for basement stuff, for back porch stuff) and
So, we took a breath and put our own disaster into new perspective. I finally replaced our front porch storm door with a screen, and let in more fresh air. We cleared away other long-overdue trash. We brought in groceries. And booze, which is now chilling in the fridge. And we took a breather.
Then we both went downstairs, to shop-vac the standing water that has gotten ahead of the sump pump's capacity to clear it out. It's sort of a one-person job, at least the vacuuming up water part. But not the heaving water into the work sink part. And definitely not the moral support part. And the standing water's gone except for in one corner now, and we're still going.
So even though it keeps running through my head, it's not at all appropriate to sing
If you need me
I'll be downstairs
With the shop vac
You can call but I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
(For heaven's sake it's really loud with the shop vac on)
But you'll be OK
Cause you'll be upstairs
With the TV
You can cry and I probably won't hear you
Because it's loud with the shop vac on
And I don't have to, cuz we're going to see it tomorrow at the Coolidge Corner Theatre now that I know it's running there. We missed seeing it with the Alloy Orchestra live, that was only tonight, but I don't know, I might prefer hearing the original score anyway.
Saturday, 7 pm. Tickets available online. And Wikipedia knows all.
If you're in the Boston area you really shouldn't miss the chance to see this in an art deco movie house, after all.
See you there?
Harry ruffled a hand through his own hair. Maybe it was just that strange part of him which had already been convinced, but... "That's a bit of an anticlimax," Harry said. "You'd think there'd be some kind of more dramatic mental event associated with executing a Bayesian update on an observation of infinitesimal probability -" Harry stopped himself. Mum, McGonagall, and even his Dad were giving him that look again. "I mean, with finding out that everything I believe is false."
By Less Wrong, Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. Petunia married a proper Skeptic (or Sceptic, in British!) and Harry knows about Feynman and the scientific method and proposes a test of Professor McGonagall worthy of James Randi and... yeah.
It's not a complete fic, but it's an absolute treasure.