Apr. 6th, 2008

timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
I went in for a Bonding Session with the rabbit the other day. It went something like this...

Me: Er... good bunny, nice bunny. Yes.
The Rabbit, alias Killer: *leaps*
Me: HELP ME GYAAHHHH IT’S GOING FOR THE JUGULAR! ARRRGHHHH! SOMEBODY HELP!!!
The Rabbit, alias Killer: Heheheheheheh. Wimp.

Last night I dreamed of Wellesley. Oh, how beautiful it was. I'm not ready for it to be spring here.

Today was another Highly Political Toddler Birthday Party, so I high-tailed it to my Lincoln Center lair and finished reading another manuscript. Then I went downtown to get City of Ashes signed for [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth. I stood in line and frantically thought of things to say that would not make me sound like a total idiot. Eventually I sort of mumbled, “It’s for my friend who’s in Japan, we share books, you signed City of Bones last year in LA, I enjoy your work very much, btw I want to be a YA editor, also, Latin makes me happy.” Cassie was very gracious, asked what Rachel was doing in Japan, and looked amused when I explained that Japanese boybands are a huge industry. She was very nice about the editor thing too. I am sure I sounded like a complete idiot, but it is comforting to think that if she did not remember me from last year’s signing, she won’t remember me from this one either.

What is this urge people have to talk about ourselves to authors, stand next to them, be their best friend, loan them our Witching Hour programs?

Then I mooched around for a while, pouted at the lack of food, and eventually ended up seeing Nim’s Island, which could have used some better narrative tension but was otherwise cute. Except for Gerard Butler’s American accent, which was execrable. Stay Scottish, man! Chicks dig the accent you’ve already got! Music by Patrick Doyle.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
I went in for a Bonding Session with the rabbit the other day. It went something like this...

Me: Er... good bunny, nice bunny. Yes.
The Rabbit, alias Killer: *leaps*
Me: HELP ME GYAAHHHH IT’S GOING FOR THE JUGULAR! ARRRGHHHH! SOMEBODY HELP!!!
The Rabbit, alias Killer: Heheheheheheh. Wimp.

Last night I dreamed of Wellesley. Oh, how beautiful it was. I'm not ready for it to be spring here.

Today was another Highly Political Toddler Birthday Party, so I high-tailed it to my Lincoln Center lair and finished reading another manuscript. Then I went downtown to get City of Ashes signed for [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth. I stood in line and frantically thought of things to say that would not make me sound like a total idiot. Eventually I sort of mumbled, “It’s for my friend who’s in Japan, we share books, you signed City of Bones last year in LA, I enjoy your work very much, btw I want to be a YA editor, also, Latin makes me happy.” Cassie was very gracious, asked what Rachel was doing in Japan, and looked amused when I explained that Japanese boybands are a huge industry. She was very nice about the editor thing too. I am sure I sounded like a complete idiot, but it is comforting to think that if she did not remember me from last year’s signing, she won’t remember me from this one either.

What is this urge people have to talk about ourselves to authors, stand next to them, be their best friend, loan them our Witching Hour programs?

Then I mooched around for a while, pouted at the lack of food, and eventually ended up seeing Nim’s Island, which could have used some better narrative tension but was otherwise cute. Except for Gerard Butler’s American accent, which was execrable. Stay Scottish, man! Chicks dig the accent you’ve already got! Music by Patrick Doyle.

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