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My personal highlight was meeting Jason Blum of Blumhouse at our booth. I didn’t know he was going to be there and had actually watched The Woman in the Yard on the flight up. I was kind of bumbling idiot (no surprise), but he was very gracious. I tried to get him to tell me if my interpretation of the end of the movie is correct (as he is famous for being ambiguous) and he just smiled and said it sounded right.

I also met the guy who wrote the Clown in a Cornfield book, which the movie is based on, but I didn’t tell him I had no idea there was a book.

I also got to take the RPG guys to brunch and they’re fantastic.

I also saw a panel of awesome witches.

We also saw Danny Trejo ride by in a cart and David Dastmalchian, who was very rude to a security guard.

It was great having Justin there during travel and meals. I was excited to share the experience with him even though most of the time I was working.

He kept himself busy.

The hotel room overlooked the marina and was a much better quality than ones we stay in when we are paying.

We saw a seagull fly down from a ledge and land on his face. I literally screamed but a guy told me it happens all the time and it was learning to fly. It did get right back up, seemingly unfazed. I really hope the poor little birdie doing better.

Mostly I just worked the booth where 97% of the customers were really cool. Note: people are rabid for free stuff even when they have no idea what they’re getting. But fandom overall is fantastic.

Y’all remember those days when we used to do trade shows all day then go drinking all night? How did we even survive that?

This past week, the whole week after we got home, other than working literally in my living room, I pretty much just slept.

Note: Nike Metacons are fantastic for the gym, not so much for being on your feet 6 days in a row. Not that I’ve been to the gym in two weeks. I did look at the gym in the hotel. It was very nice.

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a year ago today, around this time, i got a phone call that i never thought i would get. i actually thought it was my dad calling to make fun of me for second-guessing buying sports court tiles because i’m neurotic like that. it was my dad but instead it was something that would shatter life as i knew it and change me forever. not a day goes by that i am not devastated, angry, regretful, and so many other feelings. i love and miss you so much, Steven, my baby brother who i always looked up to. i hope the fishing and cars are good up there and that there’s a really scary rollercoaster that you can convince me to go on as well as other dumb-ass adventures. until then…

 

for the last couple of days i’ve beeen racking my brain to remember someone’s name. i wrote an essay about this person, or rather an encounter i had with him, and i’m not ready to reveal the details just yet. however, the reason i was looking for his name was because i wanted to look up and see if there were any other such allegations about him and if he still held the powerful position he did at the time of the encounter.

after a few days, i remembered his first name. but for the life of me, i could not remember his last name. it was right there. i know “on the tip of your tongue” is a cliche, but it really felt like if i could just move my tongue into the right position to pronounce the name, i would have it. i could feel it.

i even tried to search for it on the internet by looking at people’s friend lists who had been mutual friends and other searches based on his profession, or at least the one he told me he had. i am fully aware of how borderline creepy this is, but for whatever reason, it was very important for me to do it. (and thank you, checkerbee, for my advanced internet research skills.)

nothing.

last night driving home from work i stopped to get gas. if you’ve ever driven with me, you know that much to the panic of my mother, i constantly change radio station. yes, i am that girl. many times, i don’t even wait to hear the song; it’s more of an adhd movement than anything else. it’s worse if i’m anxious about something. a small blessings in new cars like mine, a honda fit, is that the radio controls are on the steering wheel, making this all much easier and less distracting to what i should actually be doing, which is driving. but as my london-friend would say, bygones.

after i pumped the gas, i got back in the car. i probably didn’t need to state that, but again, bygones. the random radio station i had stopped on before i had shut off the car was playing a song i’d never heard before and liked immediately. my fit has one of those cool screens that tells you what you’re listening too. if you have the patience. only one or two words flash across the screen at once so if you want the full name of the song and the artist, you should probably pull over or you run the risk of not watching the road. half the time it only gives you half the information anyway.

this time, at the exact minute i looked at the screen to see who the artist was, the singer’s last name was there. i instantly felt as if i had just had the wind knocked out of me. luckily the universe sometimes shows mercy and i was still in the parking lot and hadn’t pulled out onto the busy street just yet.

on tat screen was one word: the above-mentioned man’s last name.

the entire ride home i tried to catch my breath. i had no idea how unprepared i would be to have the memory of the name come rushing back. it’s over 12 hours later and i’m still not ready to look it up, which was the whole reason for my searching for it in the first place.

truth be told, i don’t know which is more unsettling: the name itself or how i was reminded what it was.

lately i understand more than ever to be aware of what the universe is telling me.

(note: i keep forgetting the name again.) the universe is protective too.

 

 

I am so honored to have performed amongst incredible talent last night. Thank you Beaux Arts Poetry Ball and Lyric Hall Theater for the opportunity!

i walked into a store to make a return today. handed the manager my receipt. he looked at it and said: “bonaventura. seymour high school! hey, girl!”

he had to tell me his name because i didn’t recognize him as an adult, but then it came to me. he totally completely made my day! he grew up into a great, responsible, friendly young man. i’m still smiling.

as much as my last two years of teaching really scarred me (fuck you, you know who), there are some things i really miss. and that is connecting with kids and seeing them grow. there’s no way i will ever believe that kids didn’t respect me. sure some didn’t. it was be totally freakishly weird if some middle-school age kids didn’t disrespect me. ya know?

that said, i’m not a great disciplinarian. and i’m okay with that. i feel that teachers shouldn’t have to be super strict babysitters and kids should not be coddled (although in some situations they actually should be). my views on that are pretty old-school. and maybe i wasn’t cut out for inner-city, although i don’t fully believe that either.

i do have the utmost respect for teachers who find a balance and are able to become a teacher i would have liked to have. i know quite a few. go all of you! your students are so lucky to have you!

for me? maybe one day i’ll find myself back in a classroom. but now i’m really really happy where i am. it’s perfect. i love my work and my coworkers, whom i’ve come to consider family.

although that said, i would really love to teach a creative writing class as a side gig. i’m going to make that happen.