...and I'm back. Having decided I was going to keep control over who reads the internet version of this, I promptly set up another blog to post a slightly edited version in. It's really just maintaining anonymity where it needs to be maintained, nothing massive. Still need to make a layout for it, but I'm not sure what - I'm feeling rather non-creative right now, and I'm not sure if I want to go graphics-intensive or not. Sigh.

If I do all eight hours today, I'll have my twenty for community service. I really don't feel bad about it, because I am serving a community - just not the one I'm physically located in. They seem pretty irritated. I also find it funny how much of a spectacle I am for passersby, even without my cinnamon buns. It's as though all the middle-aged men driving past us are saying to themselves, "Okay, Star Wars... thirty-year-old male geeks... wait, why is she there? She must be my daughter's age. But college girls don't like Star Wars!"

Haha! Die, stereotypes! Die!

Anyway... I think I count seventeen people here right now. I guess that's not bad for a Monday afternoon when most adult people are working. Samantha will be here soon - then there'll be two of them. ;)

Shit, hungry. I wish I'd had a free hand to bring some Due Amici up, but with two bags, my chair, and Star Wars Life, there was just no way. Maybe I'll get Zen Palate delivered later. Need to scout out delivery places around here, also finish the food reference. Too cold today.

Think I'll read now. Or knit. Undecided.

Crazy homeless guy #1. Wearing a Human Rights Party patch on his jumpsuit, spoke Huttese, cursed us out, asked for change.

No, really, he spoke Huttese. I swear.

Finnish Reuters is here. Samantha and [Shoeless] Jason are busily plugging Starlight and A Jedi's Path. Meanwhile, Tim's wearing a balaclava and jump-roping in the background.

It's, like, forty-five degrees.

We're all insane.

And where the hell is Victor with the Starbucks? Neeeeed chai.

Cop walks by and nods.

After he passes:

Will: "Where were you ten minutes ago?"

Sigh.

Need chai!

Just drank a venti chai in about two minutes flat. I feel sick already.

I think I may have to bail on the 7-11 tonight - it's just too cold. Cannot get work done when fingertips are numb.

Hey, at least I won Life. :)

Well, it's good to know that even though there's absolutely no way I'm reading molec cell today, my books are serving a purpose - holding down the blue tarp windbreak on the west side of the canopy. Continuing to knit. Somehow my hands feel colder than the metal knitting needle.

There's a tour bus parked across the street. When I went to the Hilton to throw out my cup, he asked me what we were protesting. Heh.

Collar is turned up. Fuzzy. Not so fuzzy once it gets covered in snot, but fuzzy until then.

Twenty people here right now. Christina stopped by and gave the sheep to Will, since all he has today is a trenchcoat and a chair.

Amit's been plugging the shit out of the line to cute boys walking past. Boys usually leave carrying signup forms. Yay!

Ooh, here comes a forty-something who wants to know what's going on. I can totally read it on people's faces.

I think I'm eavesdropping on the guy who posted that the theatre he works at is selling tickets starting Friday.

It's gonna rain Thursday night, but I think I'd skip club for that. :)

Nine people under the canopy. Five under the silver and blue blankets and the sheep, four sitting. Amit is under the silver Jedi-style.

Ten people. I can't count.

Eleven.

Wish the wind would stop shifting.

It seems that this is destined to become a play in three years: Saving Jar Jar: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Kill the NYLine.

Hee.

Other possibilities: the book gets stolen and is mailed back to me a day at a time; the book gets burned in the Hilton trashcan; or the book contains Sidious' spirit a la Tom Riddle (hence the plot for Saving Jar Jar).

"Who's your Daddy Warbucks?"

"The line is only PG when the temperature is above forty-five."

"Star Worgy!"

"The press screening is here May 7th, so we'll get press."
"I thought you said we'll get breasts!"

"I'm just another prick in the wall." - Victor, holding the quote-unquote windbreak

"What's she gonna write now?" - Vic
"Something about the size comment, I think." - Tim

Heehee. I know more spoilers than they do! I know more spoilers than they do! :)

Vic, Tim and - I'm not sure of his name - are so discussing the classic Star Wars dilemmas -
the timing of EPIII
why Yoda goes to Dagobah
Lucas vs. EU
Boba Fett's origin

Heehee.

Fifteen months after buying it, someone has finally asked for a lighter. Out comes the light-up musical Mao lighter.

Yowsa.

Fourteen people here now. I accidentally -

Hang on.

Pedestrian stops, asks what we're doing. Recognizes Starlight's name and asks if we're involved with CountingDown.com.

Says he bought CountingDown.

Germain works for CountingDown.

Dude works for Dreamworks. I believe him. This is wild.

"We made money on Shrek. We made your money on every second." - dude

Dude says he'll get Starlight on CountingDown.

Holy fuck.

Dude = Charles.

Germain was asked to cover an NY Spiderman line for CountingDown, but said no because of Celebration.

Hee.

"And you notice he didn't put any money in the jar."
"Then he definitely works for a movie company."

Now talking about New Line and LOTR.

Anyway, was gonna say that I spoiled the Tusken Raider scene for Vic. We were arguing about Anakin's two sabers in the Dooku duel, how he gets a green one, so I looked it up in the novel, then (erm) over-confirmed that Anakin's saber is blue.

Oops.

Yeah. Knitting now.

Amit just signed my community service form without any mention of Star Wars.

Amit rocks.

And Gallatin rocks for letting me get away with it.

Hee.

Alan (who just got here) says the bank up 7th Ave says it's 38º. Lots of laughing, so I'm not too cold.

Craziness. I think temperature is inversely proportional to insanity.

"Some guy in Union Square wanted to touch my [Yoda action figure] card. He was like, 'My hands got low pH.' "

Wow, it's amazing how cold this book stays once I'm inside. It's odd to think that I was out in air this temperature for eight hours today.

Rode the train home with Amit who, I must admit, is like 10000% awesomer than I'd expected. He's all goofy on the JC, so I hadn't been sure... but he's cool. Especially because he understands the molec cell mentality - particularly the lazy, class-skipping mentality.

NYU person #5063 turns out to be Germain, who's graduating from Tisch (cinema studies) on the 17th (I think). He's definitely v. cute too, and he didn't get snotty about Gallatin like some Tisch kids do.

I've waited several days to say this, but one of the perks of the line for single non-lesbian female people (especially female NYU people) is the guy-to-girl ratio. I'm a minority! How much does that rock?! And a lot of the guys aren't bad, and a lot of them aren't assholes. This is good. :)

One of the other things I'm loving about the line is the sincerity of it. There's no room for artifice - you're outside in the cold; you can't really dress to impress. You're with people for hours on end and can really get a feel for them. And maybe for that reason alone, I can't wait for the line to go twenty-four hours - it doesn't get any more real than that.

I'm so getting sick.

Oh, and Cullen says he's bringing a Yoda figure for me. He better not be shitting me, either - not that I'll do anything to him if he's just fucking around, but I want Yoda, dammit!

(Reminds me that I need to check my mail for Suzi's Dookus. Hee. :))

Class-planning time. Throat kills.