I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I’m going out of town this weekend; back to Washington now that my parents have moved down there full time (instead of commuting between there and Washington).

I’m upholding my recently broken record of getting the hell out of Dodge before the marathon starts. I’ve been talking to other veteran NY improvisers and I’m not alone in finding the pressure of the event a little taxing—late night shows in weird venues, hot BO-and-mold scented back rooms, socializing with drunken strangers—I’m too much of an old person to get into it. I usually fall asleep by 10 PM on Friday most weeks. (This is due to some sort of energy sapping insect or fungus parasite yet detected, I theorize) I don’t think I really enjoy the festival/convention model in any activity… consentrated fun crammed into one continuous weekend… less so in my home city.

I didn’t plan my trip very well. The train is more expensive than I anticipated and I don’t really have any plans once I get there. I looked up a college friend (also known for her old lady schedule) who moved down to study the Cold War at GW. We may meet up for tea or museum-going or doily knitting or something similarly old ladyish.

I panic-bought a couple books at the closest Barnes and Noble for the trip. I burned through that Harry Potter book pretty quickly and Harpo Speaks right before it. I don’t read novels really regularly, but when I do I finish them really quickly. I mean to read more, really. I bought a P.G. Wodehouse novel I haven’t read yet, I think, and a particularly creepy “How to Write Shoujo” Japanese book.

I have a lifelong passion for “how to draw” books. I always seek them out. The boom in manga interest has generated a lot more of them, usually with a sexed-up philosophy (all Japanese how-to-draw books devote inordinate pages to how to draw underpants, bras, shower scenes, general tits and ass tutorials). I was very tempted by a tutorial book on writing sex games (Amuse yourself reading the plot and character summaries of existing
Dating Sims and count the number of times a variation on the explanatory phrase “she’s older, but has huge breasts” is used) that outlined the 6 times of girls that appear in them. Six kinds are all you need and your set.

I’m trying to jump start my interest in writing more Girl Crush stuff.

This entry was posted on Friday, July 22nd, 2005 at 4:43 pm and is filed under J*Stuff, Link Farming, Progress.