I think that should about do it for "south" puns. For this year, anyway.
The "Film Threat Sucks!" panel was fun, even if some guy named Gore did the majority of the talking. I told an anecdote about the trials and tribulations of being an online critic and generally limited myself to making snarky asides to what other people were saying. Essentially, it was live-action blogging. Still, I had several people come up to me yesterday and tell me how much they liked the panel. I also think I gave tentative agreement to come up to a film festival in Oklahoma City. That'll teach me to talk to industry people while hung over.
Speaking of hangovers, things got a bit hazy after the Jesus Is Magic screening Saturday night (review pending). I hit the Hooligans after party at Maggie May's with some of the guys, and was actually on my way back to the car when I got word from Eric that he was at some place called the Red Fez with some of the organizers of the Sidewalk Film Festival. Being horribly underdressed for a Saturday night on 6th Street (shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers) I immediately headed over there. The Fez is a great club, if you like watching couples simulate sex to Nelly played at 120 db. Needless to say, I kept the whiskeys coming at rapid pace. From there it was to a quick trip to Magnolia Cafe (where we saw a very forlorn Zach Galifianakis waiting for Brian Posehn to come out of the bathroom), and then getting dropped off at my friend Stacey's place at 4:15 AM.
Spent most of yesterday afternoon lurking at the FT DVD booth, sucking off the wireless connection at the Convention Center and making frequent trips to the restroom. A bunch of us went to check out an pre-release party for Be Here to Love Me, about the life of Townes Van Zandt. I'll have pictures when I get my shitty disposable camera to Walgreen's, but for now all I have to say is, "Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Joe Ely, and Lyle Lovett all on the same stage singing 'White Freightliner Blues.'"
Was planning on going to the Comedians of Comedy and then the after-party, but real life came up, so now I am back in Houston. I have a robust headache and a decent sunburn, but I had a great time.
Though not as good a time as I'll have in Oklahoma, I'll warrant.
Apologies to Melanie, however, for not being up for breakfast. I hope she'll believe me when I say I wouldn't have been the best company.
P.S. You won't be able to check out the latest Star Wars Report today because the Film Threat server is acting up, so let me just take this opportunity to say it's the greatest thing I've ever written. And you are intellectually poorer for not being able to read it.
Oops. Sorry 'bout that. I have another female friend who goes by Mel, so I guess I thought it was universal.
Nice going, Pee.
I'm still waiting for the Star Wars Report where you comment on the cease and desist letter from LucasFilm regarding your Ike Turner theory. Now that will be some darned fine journalism.
I disappear for a week or so and all of the sudden Pete's fame skyrockets.
P.S. You won't be able to check out the latest Star Wars Report today because the Film Threat server is acting up, so let me just take this opportunity to say it's the greatest thing I've ever written. And you are intellectually poorer for not being able to read it.
Pete, you're such a tease!
that's cool, yo. shit happens. but we need to talk about the "mel" thing. mel is vic tayback yelling at flo. i am not mel.