MORNING OF FEBRUARY 7, 2010
As I type this, some friends and I have plans to attend an event at which author extraordinaire, Neil Gaiman, will be speaking on February 18th. We're all excited about it, and it obviously inspired this dream:
Neil Gaiman was in town for his speaking engagement, and for some reason I was hanging out with him. More or less like I was his "host" for the day. I have vague memories of the two of us just talking, and being really impressed that he was just a very funny and affable person.
My one disappointment was that I had forgotten to bring a copy of any of my Neil Gaiman books for him to sign for me. His solution to this problem was that we'd stop by the local bookstore and buy a copy of one. So my next memory is of being in the bookstore. He was the first to locate a copy of Neverwhere, which is my favorite of his novels. I was looking around for other various ones of his books as well.
Eventually I remember him signing the Neverwhere book and he signed a ceramic mug that somehow was tied in with something of his.
Later I was in my car, which was for some reason the old Chevrolet Corsica that was my actual first vehicle. I'd just parked somewhere, and was going to remove my newly signed book and mug from the backseat. They were in a paper sack, and the mug slipped out and fell as I was removing it. Only one chip came out of the mug when it cracked against the ground, but, naturally, the chip was from the part with the autograph.
I vaguely remember going into some store nearby and looking for superglue with which I could attempt to fix the mug. I got in line with a tube of the stuff but as I was waiting I realized it was actually a type of lip balm, so I had to go back and keep looking for superglue.
Note: It turns out Neil Gaiman didn't sign anything at the actual event...which was okay, because I knew it was a long shot with a crowd that huge. It did turn out to be a great night, though, as briefly reviewed on my other blog.
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Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Two Girls in a Conference Room
MORNING OF JANUARY 21, 2010
I was walking through a bookstore. I remember seeing some sort of picture-book version of one of the "Chronicles of Narnia" stories on a table of sale items. I eventually went into a back room where they were holding some sort of conference.
The front of the conference room featured a large video screen, and all of the seating in front of it consisted of pews, like a church. A woman who was hosting the event began showing and narrating a video that had something to do with the history of cartoon art and animation or something to that effect.
I was seated to the left of a girl I really liked. She was an artist and I was having so much fun talking to her. But at some point, a girl came and sat down between this other girl and I. The girl looked like one past girlfriend (a failed, but not altogether negative experiment), though she behaved exactly like a very negative girlfriend I once had. I was a bit angry that this ex had some and stopped the conversation between this artist girl and I.
Finally, I remember stopping by what was supposed to be my parents house following this lecture/conference/whatever I had attended. My mom was in the kitchen, and when I came in she said, "I guess you've heard the news." I hadn't, so I asked "What news?". She said, "Pee Wee Herman died today."
I was actually very sad to hear this! My childhood hero! But then I "remembered" he'd supposedly been in that video from the presentation at the conference earlier, and this somehow proved he couldn't be dead.
I was walking through a bookstore. I remember seeing some sort of picture-book version of one of the "Chronicles of Narnia" stories on a table of sale items. I eventually went into a back room where they were holding some sort of conference.
The front of the conference room featured a large video screen, and all of the seating in front of it consisted of pews, like a church. A woman who was hosting the event began showing and narrating a video that had something to do with the history of cartoon art and animation or something to that effect.
I was seated to the left of a girl I really liked. She was an artist and I was having so much fun talking to her. But at some point, a girl came and sat down between this other girl and I. The girl looked like one past girlfriend (a failed, but not altogether negative experiment), though she behaved exactly like a very negative girlfriend I once had. I was a bit angry that this ex had some and stopped the conversation between this artist girl and I.
Finally, I remember stopping by what was supposed to be my parents house following this lecture/conference/whatever I had attended. My mom was in the kitchen, and when I came in she said, "I guess you've heard the news." I hadn't, so I asked "What news?". She said, "Pee Wee Herman died today."
I was actually very sad to hear this! My childhood hero! But then I "remembered" he'd supposedly been in that video from the presentation at the conference earlier, and this somehow proved he couldn't be dead.
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