entelein | Stretching the night into the day; alternating my reality.

Man, I am tired. I am missing the brunch with everyone, and I am politely and regretfully declining joe's walking tour today, because, well, we didn't even leave Wishi's room until 5 AM, and I needed to get a few winks. Talked to Jinxie a bit this morning, which was nice - we've been chatting pretty constantly the whole weekend, and I keep handing the phone off to people, so in a way, I've managed to bring him to argfest a little.

Last night I got to share ice cream and eat fancy chocolate with xnbomb, and then yanka dragged us around to do a little bar-hopping, and I flipped off Steve Peters because you just don't do that, and I got to chat quite a bit with Jim Gunshanan, who is very very cool.

There is too much about this weekend to really process. I haven't taken an organized approach to it because I just can't be that motivated to structure my fun, but I've had a million little great moments just sort of work their way into every single minute, because that's how these people are, and New York allows for these sorts of serendipitous moments to flourish and propogate. I felt a little sad late last night, and I am still not sure why. Undefinable, perhaps a raw reaction to the sheer amount of joy I feel at getting to meet some of these people. They're all characters in a book I read somewhere, or a voice I'd only heard on the telephone, or a photograph from some previous gathering ... and now they're here, and the bloom of electric giddiness keeps lining each word and gesture with light.

Our panel went well, I think. We only had 30 minutes, and I really think to properly approach what we discussed, we needed at least another 30 more. Suffice it to say that I am grateful to have been asked and included at this argfest in such a capacity. Mystery Jones seemed bright and smiley when I asked what he thought of it, in a way that said, "Dude, so many ideas to talk about!" The Heist peeps were similarly enthusiastic (but when is Brian Clark not enthusiastic about something, really?), and I've spent a surprising amount of time hanging out with both Brian and Jim as people glob about in little groups.

I agreed to be interviewed by Chelsea Pictures to give my impression of playing Art of the H3ist, and Mike Monello was my interviewer. I wasn't too terribly nervous at the top of it, but he inadvertantly gave me the best warmup ever - we were chatting beforehand, as I was clipping on my mic and swigging some water, and he casually mentioned (with that sly, evil glint in the eyes) that he was the shady guy eating french fries at a table near us Retrievers when we were waiting at the marina to meet with Gunter. I totally lost it, and cried, "You were so shady!!! That was you?"

I suddenly felt a bit more cameraderie. We'd been in the same location before, and participated in the same event, albeit on opposite sides of the curtain, but it was still, I dunno, cool, to be this close to the process. I am seriously feeling the itch and the urge to duck behind that curtain again, and get working. Which is not to say that I haven't been already, of course. *cough*

Not sure what is on the agenda for today. Brooke and I slept like the dead, and I only really woke up when James called. I had been dozing and looking out at the trees and the river, and watching the sun brighten Joe's beautiful apartment.

So many things to remember. I need another memory stick or three for the camera, because I keep going back and deleting photos just so I don't run out of room. There was some nifty Omnifam swag at the back table during the panels - a swirl of paper with a bunch of angry gibberish directed at Arvin, with extra letters hidden in the loops of the letters, and a coin with the Rambaldi symbol on one side. Nice!

I think I will get to hang with xnbomb some more tomorrow. That makes me happy.