Review of Bruce Campbell Q&A and Army of Darkness Screening 10/25/13

I wanted to post this earlier, but alas, I worked somewhere near 15 days straight in order to attend this event and still haven't taken a day off. I think this is day 19.

Should I admit that I don't remember much about Bruce or the Q&A or anything else? Why? Because I only stopped laughing long enough to convince him that I was an "actor" so I could come up on stage and make a fool of myself.

That's right. Bruce asked for people who had acted and somehow my hand went up. The sum of my acting experience, less working an occasional haunt during Halloween season can be read about here.

Then I had second thoughts and my hand started sinking a bit. As much as it was unlikely he would pick me, I started feeling chicken. That's when my friend basically grabbed my hand, yanked it back into the air, waved and pointed and did who knows what else... which got Bruce's attention.

He pointed at me. "Who, me?" I looked around nervously and stood up. He asked me if I had ever acted... I stammered something about having been an extra a few times. All sense was gone from my addled brain. I couldn't have said another thing as I squirmed and hoped he'd change his mind and pick someone else. I know how merciless Bruce can be to his fans.

I didn't squirm off the hook. Off I went down to the stage, cursing my friend as I went. Luckily she had her iPhone because the first thing I did when Bruce came on stage was promptly drop and break my camera.

I was completely unaware of the 849 other people in the room. I had to watch Bruce and concentrate completely. Not because I had the good sense to get stage fright, but because I knew I was in for it.

So we played a little game illustrating how frustrating it is to have your dialogue changed seconds before shooting a scene. I'm sure I made a fool of myself, which is probably the point of the whole thing. I wasn't trying to impress Bruce, just wanted to make it through without falling off the stage and breaking my neck or anything else potentially embarrassing.

But I'm thinking I need to randomly text my friend with "Spinach-chin" a few times now and then... just because.

What was the dialogue? I couldn't tell you. The minute I walked off that stage, it was gone. I could watch a video of it to see how bad it really was, but I don't want to know. I hate hearing my voice recorded and I shouldn't admit to having drank a half bottle of champagne before the event, which probably made me even more unintelligible.

"Hey, Spinach-chin! Go down to the woods, take a left and drown yourself in the river..."

It was something like that. I think I almost got it the third time through before he kicked me off the stage.

I know the usual questions were asked, I know he teased the crowd mercilessly, and I know that I hardly stopped laughing for a moment until the movie began.

Well worth the money. Always see Bruce Campbell when he comes to your town. It's good for your soul.

 

 

 

 

Photos are borrowed from my awesome friend Teresa. SPINACH-CHIN!

Bruce Campbell - Cinerama 10/25

There will be a review of Bruce Campbell's Cinerama Q&A coming soon.

But for now, I give you this picture (screencapped from a video taken by a friend because a stupid clumsy blogger dropped and broke her camera at this very event). This is Bruce Campbell and some girl...

Another Twit-Pic-Story

So I guess this means I need a creative outlet. I tweeted this somewhat randomly using only photos from one folder on my computer. Had no idea what I planned to do when I started, so here it is...

Story of my employed life... in Twitter outtakes.

I've been a lot of things and wanted to be a lot of things. Some people say I give up too easy, but it seems I still haven't found my niche.

So here's the story of my life's aspirations in a sad, but kinda funny collection of Twitter screencaps. Just for those who didn't want to read them exactly backwards on the Twitter timeline.

 

 

Rambling Thoughts...

So, this government shutdown has left me with three extra days of free time each week. No customers, no paycheck. Now I’m left trying to figure out how to fill the time until I find somewhere to go during the day.

I’ve been developing some characters in my head. I’m actually planning to try and write more than the random occasional blog post. The catch: I’m going to do Nanowrimo… which means I can’t put anything on paper until November 1st. I’ve written a little song and drawn a couple second-grade level sketches to keep my from having the idea go *poof!* We shall see.

That means I also have to come up with a pseudonym. That’s been a test. I don’t want goofy, cheesy or fangirly… which are usually aspects that I embrace in anything. Best so far: Kelly Barnes (because I was looking at a barn… sheesh).

In two days of unexpected home time, I’ve discovered that I still go stir crazy if stuck in the house for any period of time. I’ve also discovered that most of my friends come online after 9pm. I’ve found an entire folder of photos on my hard drive called “Fun Stuff.” It’s pictures of Bruce Campbell and ducks mostly. There’s also subfolders in there which are goofy memes and screencaps from various movies.

Right now I’m youtube-video-spamming my facebook account with every song that pops up on my playlist. I’m bored. Really bored.

I should be writing. And working.

I’ve got the last batch of ducklings hanging around. There are 11. They are cute and fuzzy. But they’re in the “I hate you” phase already.

I should apologize to all my friends for being needy and annoying these past few days. I’ve forgotten how to handle being without a purpose.

I’ll try to update everyone once Nano starts. Think happy thoughts for me. My disgruntled novel which is sadly already imitating art… well, hopefully it’ll get written.