I hate people

April 24, 2005

So we went to a performance of Carmina Burana this afternoon. And I have to wonder sometimes if people don’t actually intentionally go to cultural events so much as just get kidnapped from their homes and wake dazed in a theatre somewhere. Because people are so damned rude I could lose my mind.

I know everyone in the world has made these requests, but all the same:

  1. Turn off your phone. No. Turn it off. The performance is an hour and ten minutes. You’ll live.
  2. Do you really think your child wants to go see Carmina Burana? Is any cultural enlightenment he or she might pick up (entirely by osmosis, I’m guessing) worth the undying enmity of your fellow concert-goers as they grind their teeth when your kid asks, “Is it almost over?” for the seventy-fifth time?
  3. Again, it’s only an hour and ten minutes. You can hold it. Stop popping out of your seat like a prairie dog.
  4. That’s nice that your kid is in the children’s choir, but you’re sitting roughly a quarter of a mile from the stage, so the picture won’t turn out anyways, and you all just blinded the timpanist when your flashes went off at once.
  5. It’s a program. It’s not a Triple A map. It’s not origami paper. Put it down.
  6. Shut up. Seriously.
  7. If you really feel like you need to unwrap a hard candy, could you do it during one of the loud, fast passages instead of during the soprano’s solo?
  8. When people glare at you the first time you unwrap a hard candy during the soprano’s solo, the solution is not to do it again during the second soprano solo, only more deliberately. Because you know what? Unwrapping a hard candy slowly and carefully is actually louder than the way you just did it.
  9. No one is making you sit here and listen to music. By the same token, no one cares if you act like an inconsiderate boob when you’re in your own home watching television. Think about it.

Con notes

April 24, 2005

It’s always nice when an experience exceeds your expectations. I knew I would have a great time meeting Ed, Rose, and Steven at the Pittsburgh Comicon, and I did, but I didn’t expect much from the con itself.

Fortunately, retailers from across the region had brought boxes full of trade paperbacks and seemed determined not to take them back to their respective shops. So I could overspend without feeling like I was overspending, which is actually pretty dangerous, now that I think about it. But heck, I found crazy cheap copies of stuff like Scooter Girl, The Complete Geisha, Peanutbutter and Jeremy’s Best Book Ever, and my favorite find, Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga.

Ed, it should be noted, is insanely gregarious. As a result, I could just kind of ride along in his wake and end up talking to many more people than I normally would. While there weren’t tons of creators there, Ed somehow managed to find all of the really interesting ones. And he got an incredibly adorable sketch for his book from this guy. (I do wish I hadn’t seen Jim Rugg inking additional art for the Street Angel collection, because now I’m going to have to buy the damned thing.)

Alas, there was something of a freak shortage. Just a few people in costume, and none of them really looked that bad. The Hal Jordan Green Lantern actually managed to pull it off pretty well. (Spider-Man, on the other hand, didn’t have the ass for it. Not that I was checking, or anything.) I did love the slightly-larger-than-life Spider-Mannequin at the Previews booth, slumped over in a chair like he’d passed out drinking.

All in all, it was a delightful day trip, and Ed, Rose, and Steven are really wonderful company. It makes me even more determined to go to SPX this year, so I can meet more bloggers. (By the way, if you’ve ever wondered what I look like, Rose and Steven took pictures.)