Okay, so...upstairs at the Convention Center is an area called the Sails Pavilion. In the morning, it serves as a holding pen for people waiting to enter the exhibit hall. During the day, several B-level names like "wrestling superstar Virgil" have autograph booths there.
Part of the pavilion is roped off for an art show (no photos allowed). You can only enter this part through a couple of doors.
Posted on said doors is the following warning:
"This is access to nowhere but the art show. If yo
It's 1:30 a.m. late Friday night, and I'm lying on a sheet of cardboard in the back of a minivan, headed God knows where, amid sliding packages of toys, many of them mine that I've hauled around all day in addition to the laptop slowly eating its way through my shoulder till it will eventually cleave arm from shoulder. When offered a ride home, it never occurred to ask if there might actually be seats inside the vehicle of transit.
30 minutes earlier: I ask the driver if he knows where I'm stay
I don't have one.
The Invasion is being called the worst of the four Body Snatcher movies (and it's troubled history of reshoots and director-firings help me to believe that), Death at a Funeral's a dud, and Superbad? Well, everyone swears up and down it's super-awesome, but none of the clips I've seen have been appealing in the least. I was never a bully -- more often the victim -- but even I want to beat up that fat kid.
So go see Hot Rod or Stardust if you haven't yet. Or rent the 1980 Flas
