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Return of The Ev-I

Actually the Big Ev never stopped I just forgot to tell you guys about it. My darling Blogosphere, how I've neglected you. Apologies to my fans, in particular Kym who has not had a reason to get out of bed since the introduction of Super Diva.

I think maybe I've been in a bit of a non-blogity funk after leaving the fabulous people of LA to be all alone in the wilds of San Francisky.  Actually I'm not alone at all. I'm staying with my Mum's Half Brother's Wife's Twin Sister. She is mothering me as best she can, cooking for me more than my own does and warning me of the wiles of being a single gal in North America. It's all very sweet if not a tad unnecessary.

So the question is, what, o what have I've been getting myself into since we last met. Well, there has been much sitting on couches but that hardly amounts to news. Also there was this:

The happiest, most lovely work place in the world.

I went to Grauman's Chinese Theatre and saw the concrete. Here's me, (auto) straddling Susan Sarandon's teeny tiny feet:

Then saw Terminator Salvation inside Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Now, I'll admit I wasn't paying all that much attention but this film actually isn't even that very good. This is my summation: 

Christen Bale is all serious and using his Batman voice. Lots of really loud explosions go off and bullets fly. Then a man appears covered in chocolate pudding. Turns out pudding man is a robot which is obvious about 2 minutes after the pudding is gone but is not actually revealed for another hour. Then someone says" come with me if you want to live" followed by more loud, ear shattering, explosions.  I don't know how kids these days can stand it. I had to turn the hearing aid down. 

Christen Bale is still all super serious and says "I'll be back". Suddenly Helena Bonham Carter appears as a super smart robot and a complete waste of her talents. Pudding man is tackled by by a Computer generated, porn star days, Arnie. I assume it was CG because the Governator certainly does not look like that anymore. Explosions, bullets, Christen Bale gets impaled and robot pudding man donates his heart so that Christan Bale can continue his super serious bat voiced tirade. Aaaaaaand Scene.

After several more infuriating days on LA public transport it was farewell City of Angels hello San Francisco! And its many flavoured burrows. I've been to Fisherman's Wharf for clam chowder, seen murals in Mission, rainbows in The Castro, drug addicts in the Tenderloin, Chinatown, Downtown, and! and! Alcatraz!

At Fisherman's Wharf they have a place dedicated to old school arcade games. We're not talking Pacman and Pog, I'm talking REAL old school. For 5c this house told me my fortune was to marry four times: 

and this wizard dude told me my job will be this:

Anyone know what a taxi dancer is? Is that like Shirley Maclaine in Sweet Charity? Is that like a whore? Fair enough.

Then on Saturday I went to The Maker's Faire in San Mateo. Oh Lordy, geeks everywhere! And the really incredibly encouraging thing was that most people there were young. They were my age and really interested in creating stuff. Yay the world! Yay Gen Y! Yay the future!

I particularly liked this:

You can purchase it here.

It seems the kids these days are into Steampunk and LEDs. See, I'm hip.

Then there was art at SFMOMA and De Young Museum, most notably the R. Mutt Urinal, and exploratoring and the Exploratorium. Alas it was freeby day so all the kiddies were getting in the way of my play time. Brats! Every one of them!

That sounds bout it. Except for the Prop 8 rally I saw. I have a lot of feelings about the validity of rallies. I'm not entirely sure they do much actual furthering of the cause. But that's a conversation for another time.

On Monday I fly to BON-A-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm totally going to meet Snoop Dogg. You know you're jealous.