January 18th, 2005

firesea: self-portrait

meme time

Meme from w3woody, because I'm on vacation, dammit, so I refuse to think up original content.

#1. What's the oldest possession you own?
A fossil trilobite. I think from the Ordovician period, 490-443 million years ago. If you limit it to man-made, I have a Roman coin that I'm guessing is from around 200 AD.

#2. What one possession have you owned the longest?
A Kitty (from Mr. Rogers) hand puppet that I was given when I was 6 months old.

#3. What's the most expensive possession you own?
My grand piano.

#4. What's the most precious (to you) possession you own?
This is a tough one. I'm very attached to a lot of my stuff, but not on a life-defining level. I guess something that really would be irreplaceable that I'd be very upset to lose would be the painting by my father from the year I was born (for those who have been to my house; the big one hanging over the dining room table, and the only painting in the 'Keith Art Gallery' not done by me).

#5. What's the rarest possession you own?
The painting above, or the few of mine that have never had photos taken of them.

#6. What's the oddest, strangest, or silliest possession you own?
My stuffed purple and orange teddy bear that you can turn inside out to make into a demon.

#7. What's the newest possession you own (not food)?
The 'free gift' tchotchke jewelry box thing I got from the Giza Galleria yesterday.

#8. Which of your possessions most sums up your personality?
My collection of naked-women-photography books. Or my art supplies. Or one of my paintings. Or.... dammit, can't pick just one.
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firesea: self-portrait

ok, one real post...

Blue Man Group was a total nightmare.

It started off okay; a little loud, but I could deal. There were some neat bits that I recognized from the TV production. It seemed a little scattered, though; some good skits, mixed with some surreal/gross skits, interspersed with music. There didn't seem to be any kind of overarching theme - a couple of things that could have turned into themes, but they didn't take them anywhere.

And then they brought out the big bass drums. And it got painfully loud, enough that I had to turn my hearing aids off. Unfortunately, it kept getting louder. And LOUDER. And LOUDER.

And then they turned on the strobe lights.

And then they aimed the strobe lights into the eyes of the audience.

And then they brought down FLOODS of paper from the back of the theater, long rolls going all the way to the front over and through the audience. They hit me in the back of the head, covered me, tangled me up so that I couldn't move.

I freaked out. Complete, sobbing, screaming, broken down freakout. Fortunately we were sitting on an aisle, so Andrei was able to get me out of there quickly. After which I sat in the lobby shaking for a while. Once I got it together enough to walk out, someone's flash camera nearly sent me off again.

I hadn't realized, before last night, what it takes to break me so completely. I could have dealt with the sound, or the lights, or the paper, on their own - but all three at once took my sensory limits and smashed them like a sledgehammer through crazed glass.


Andrei will probably post a more coherent/less traumatized review of the show. But, uh, I'm not gonna recommend the live BMG show to anyone. The TV production is fantastic - stick with that.
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poker

amusing slot machines

I found a chess-themed slot machine yesterday. The reels are mostly gemstones, but occasionally chess pieces will come up, and if they're positioned correctly with respect to another chess piece they'll capture one another.

Another one I like is Pharoah's Fortune, an Egyptian-themed one where the pictures on the reels animate. There's a guy in a chariot where the horses run off and he falls out; another with two people in elaborate headdresses where the headdresses come off, they look at each other's bald heads and scream. There's a spread-winged Horus who does a groovin' dance.

They amuse me. I've pumped nearly a thousand dollars through various slots in the last three days, and come out pretty even. And the money put-through counts towards comps from the casino eventually. I have no illusions that we're beating the casino at their own game or anything; but, intelligently managed, it can be kept to a reasonable price for vacation entertainment.

Today we went to the Gamblers' General Store. It was tasty. We bought new poker chips. Now not even lordandrei can say we don't have enough. Ha.

I do seem to have recovered from last night's BMG trauma; thanks for all the well-wishes. Tonight is Zumanity, the 'adult' Cirque show. We've had one couple tell us they were disappointed by it, and another tell us they liked it a lot; so it will be interesting to see who we side with.

I miss my kitty.
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