OK, so I totally skipped the Neil Gaiman booksigning event tonight in favor of an additional photography club meeting, as if two a month wasn’t already enough. Lord knows I love Mr Gaiman, and if he had come over to B&N on the east side I would have totally dropped the photo club for the two seconds it would take to head over and get an autograph and gush fannishly at the poor man. Instead, I pledge (and you should similarly pledge) to go watch Mirrormask for the brief week it’s going to be playing in Washington (it’s at the Varsity), starting.. I don’t know when. Friday, I think. Go.

While I was over at Barnes and Noble though, I noticed that they had put signs up everywhere saying that starting this month, they were going to be open until 11PM. Because you had asked. And they listened. Now, we don’t quite know who this “you” is — it certainly wasn’t our group, unless by “asking” you mean, “hanging around outside the store for half an hour after they close, talking.” But we’re certainly grateful to those of you who did request a later closing time, because now we get to hang around inside the store talking.

It was pretty noisy on this night — we always try and reserve the conference room, and I always think it’s overkill because I think we should just be able to grab a table and chat, but let me tell you that there was a party going on in Starbucks tonight, and people were yelling and carrying on.

In other news, someone in that Starbucks hates me. Every month, I put up a sign for our group, who MEETS AT THAT STARBUCKS EVERY MONTH, and every month I come in and the sign is missing. So, here I am, ASKING — whoever it is, who’s taking that sign down, stop it. I’ve gotten official permission twice now, to have it up on the board. Don’t make me ducttape it up there.