Neil Gaiman v. 3.0

  • Jul. 7th, 2008 at 8:04 AM
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Photographic evidence:

The message Neil left on FLIP's guest book.

Picture taken by my dad of Neil on stage reading Other People.

Picture taken by me of Neil and dad.

!!!!!!!!!! (no explanation needed)

The size of the line to get him to sign books. Neil signed from 1 pm to 6:45 pm. I was glad I was able to talk to him before, but, if I hadn't, I would be one of the last people there. This was the size of the line right after the panel finished. I was very much *glares*

And last but not least, my copy of American Gods, and the cutest drawing of Odin by Gaiman (didn't manage to put it on the proper position. My photo editing IQ is the equivalent of that of a blind amoeba).

On a not completely unrelated note, I've started reading David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day, a book I bought at FLIP after watching some of Sedaris' panel. This book is so hilarious I magnificently failed to prevent myself laughing out loud while inside the car with a French author and her translator on my way back to Rio. They obviously thought I was nuts.
So I've finished reading Fahrenheit 451, the last of three famous dystopian books written between the 40s and the 60s that I needed to read. I did enjoy it very much, it made some very good points, and, like 1984 and Brave New World it managed to bother me to an amazing amount. I can't help but feeling it could have been a little bit longer, though.

After I was done with it, I decided to change the title and the name of the other links on my LJ. I was getting tired of the old layout and I'm also trying to find anything that allows me to procrastinate today.

*sulks* God, I really need to start studying.


You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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