For the past few years, I’ve noticed that I have a quick window of time at the beginning of each season. My typical anxiety & general brain fuzz lifts and I’m surprisingly productive. Since I find myself right in the middle of one of those windows, I figure I better put up a post while I still can.
The past two weeks have been a series of conclusions to some big plans made earlier in the year. The first big goal reached: sending off my grad school applications. I’m so relieved to get these packets out the door after obsessing over them for months. I can’t even imagine the responses I’ll get next spring. The bright side, though, is that I’m feeling motivated again to seek out free-lancing jobs, as well as working out a few ideas to pitch.
On the fun side, the beginning of September was nerdgasmic. I saw Rush for the first time when they recently came through Virginia on their Clockwork Angels tour. It wasn’t exactly the scene from I Love You, Man but it was pretty close. Three rows below our seats were a group of bros RAWKING OUT! I did see one guy wearing a t-shirt that actually said, “Slappin’ Da Bass!” While Kurt didn’t entirely enjoy the concert, my non-so-subliminal messages are taking hold. I got an email from him while he was at work that read:
OMG, i’m having a Rush breakthrough! i have the song Free Will in my head, and it makes perfect sense, the base line and the melody i mean. that’s scary! i’m incorporating them in my mental hard drive.
(I f.ing love my husband!)
That same week, I drove to Durham with my closest friends to attend the Escapist Expo. Devoted to celebrating all sorts of games (tabletop, video, card and board), the Expo was a gathering of nerds of all stripes. If you’d be interested in seeing a Dungeons & Dragons-themed burlesque show or dance to a rock band playing the Final Fantasy II theme, then the Expo was the place for you. (BTW, yes, I am wearing my Rush concert tee. I am that kind of dork.)
So, with that frightening image of psychotic joy, I’ll refrain from telling you any of the stories we came away with that weekend, lest I start frothing at the mouth. Besides, it would probably come out ohmigodyahtzeecatearsflashgordondancedmypantsoffdystopianrascistEXPOOOOOOOOOO! And that just sounds silly, doesn’t it? Judge not, lest you have no shameful dorky pleasures yourself.