I'm supposed to be working on some problem sets that are due tomorrow, but instead I've been scrounging around on Craigslist and Ebay for Blondie tickets, with no luck. Blondie, one of my all-time Top Ten, dare I say Top Five, Bands, is coming to the Fillmore this month and I am so angry that I'm not going to be able to go! It's completely my fault, though. I saw the tickets on sale months ago, but I was being stupidly ambivalent--you know, about how Blondie is way past their prime, and how it isn't even really Blondie anyway, etc. etc. And now don't I feel like an idiot?
On a more positive note, I am very excited for Coraline to come out in theatres this Friday. I'm always so worried when there's a movie adaptation of a book I really like, but so far it looks very promising. At the very least, I will be impressed by the amazing craftsmanship, i.e. the cherry blossoms made of popcorn, and other fantastic DIY elements with a very "If Martha Stewart Designed Stop-Motion Animation Sets" feel. I have a lot of expectations riding on this movie, and I think if it turns out really well, it may even make up for the loss of seeing Debbie Harry live, because for me, Neil Gaiman is to literature what Blondie is to music (AMAZING). Although Coraline is admittedly one of his creepier works, despite the fact that it's for children. I read it when I was in high school, and it still creeped me out the extent that, for days, I was on the lookout for severed porcelain hands crawling about in the dark. Ugh.
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