I'm putting it here, not linking to her site 'cause, you know, fuck her. The little note at the end was written by Madam Hoyt and, to me, it's "le détail qui tue", the little detail that makes the whole thing guffaw inducing.
S_____ had a 5 hour delay on her arriving flight from London (which British Airways didn't bother putting on their flight checker.... motherfuckers).
So rather than spend a lot of money sitting in a pricey airport parking lot, I went an saw Jurassic World 3D Imax for roughly the same money.
The action was spectacular but the human emotional stuff was pretty ham fisted. "The younger brother is afraid he's losing his older brother, but his older brother wants to reassure him. WE GOT IT THE LAST 20 TIMES YOU AWKWARDLY INJECTED IT INTO THE SCRIPT"
I liked that it had some real scares in it. It got plenty of flinches out of me.
I don't understand the controversy about her wearing heels the whole time. It was played up for laughs because she was such a put together CEO in an increasingly chaotic environment.
Whenever I change a guitar string, Colombine (my youngest cat) immediately comes running. She may be upstairs while I'm in the garage, there may be a couple of closed doors between us, but she always hears it. And then she goes bonkers! "Ooooo, a guitars string! Meow, feline wants to play with the guitar string! Ape, gimme, gimme, GIMMEEEE GUITAR STRING! GUITAAAARRR STRIIINNNGGG!!!!!"
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So rather than spend a lot of money sitting in a pricey airport parking lot, I went an saw Jurassic World 3D Imax for roughly the same money.
The action was spectacular but the human emotional stuff was pretty ham fisted. "The younger brother is afraid he's losing his older brother, but his older brother wants to reassure him. WE GOT IT THE LAST 20 TIMES YOU AWKWARDLY INJECTED IT INTO THE SCRIPT"
I liked that it had some real scares in it. It got plenty of flinches out of me.
Then I discovered that this is actually a big thing in wingnut circles.
Ok, it's less fun now.
And then, of course, there's the Donald.
At least the one I think this flyer is from.
There was one in S.F. but I don't think they booked this kind of stuff.