w00t w00t booyah

I didn't do it.

No, I know who did.

And I got it nailed. But.

I have been SLAMMED. Three ways to Sunday and it's only Wednesday.

When I get some air, I'll tell y'all more - but I'll tell you this much.

I've already submitted my volunteer app to the Festival of Books, and AOD staff should expect queries about my competency because I've asked to be put on the Special Sekrit Service tasks...and that requires a resume.

I'll get a t-shirt and lunch out of it. At least.

For the rest - catch you later!

The dates have been set for the next Festival of Books.

But the schedules aren't up yet - we're all to check back mid-March for that.

*lights the good stuff*

AltonBrownAltonBrownAltonBrown......

And so much more. People. Fascinating, infuriating, incredibly strange - people.

Sharp digs in the memory banks - joys of my heart that I finally got to put a face to. (Pico Iyer, one of my most favorite of guilty pleasures - does this festival every year. I owe him a letter and a thank you card. I think I could actually send it now, without it being a total fangirl crush note.)

Getting one on Ted Allen (doing a cooking demonstration, of all things - he has a book out on the subject) - although sitting outside for three hours plus in the perfect Southern California sunshine (NO SHADE) at the Cook's Stage might not have been the brightest of the bright. The top of my head is itchy, and Jim is a delightful shade of bronzed-blonde fry.

Consider this a placeholder for more on the subject - I must get sleep, and this is my first pass at LJ all day.

The budget was $200 for the weekend, we stuck to it - but.

Outside of $8 a day for parking, and that really was optional - metro would have gotten us there - we spent the entire budget on books. We could. Past parking, there were no other costs involved. No entry, no hotel, no nothing. In a perfect venue for holding panels - they used theater-seating style lecture halls at UCLA.

I'm tempted to take pictures of the stacks instead of listing them. I am tired.

But I'm telling you. You can't beat this. I didn't get through all the booksellers. Anything I wanted signed - I got signed.

I didn't get to comic book row - but it exists. reannon, yuki_onna, divalea - you belong here. Seriously.

But now, I fwump - work had me for lunch, dinner and SNACKS today.

And so much more. People. Fascinating, infuriating, incredibly strange - people.

Sharp digs in the memory banks - joys of my heart that I finally got to put a face to. (Pico Iyer, one of my most favorite of guilty pleasures - does this festival every year. I owe him a letter and a thank you card. I think I could actually send it now, without it being a total fangirl crush note.)

Getting one on Ted Allen (doing a cooking demonstration, of all things - he has a book out on the subject) - although sitting outside for three hours plus in the perfect Southern California sunshine (NO SHADE) at the Cook's Stage might not have been the brightest of the bright. The top of my head is itchy, and Jim is a delightful shade of bronzed-blonde fry.

Consider this a placeholder for more on the subject - I must get sleep, and this is my first pass at LJ all day.

The budget was $200 for the weekend, we stuck to it - but.

Outside of $8 a day for parking, and that really was optional - metro would have gotten us there - we spent the entire budget on books. We could. Past parking, there were no other costs involved. No entry, no hotel, no nothing. In a perfect venue for holding panels - they used theater-seating style lecture halls at UCLA.

I'm tempted to take pictures of the stacks instead of listing them. I am tired.

But I'm telling you. You can't beat this. I didn't get through all the booksellers. Anything I wanted signed - I got signed.

I didn't get to comic book row - but it exists. reannon, yuki_onna, divalea - you belong here. Seriously.

But now, I fwump - work had me for lunch, dinner and SNACKS today.