I slippt into the hometown screening of Astra's movie halfway through it. In this way I was able to avoid paying. I'd never seen the auditorium so full; I stood in back and watched the Žižek antics with inward groans: "This is just what I expected, so stupid." But when it became clear I'd not missed the Judy Butler bit I was very glad. I'd never even seen a photograph of her before. Watching her & hearing her I loved her as much as I already did and was moved to brimmy briny eyes by her comment on the Bangor queer-bash murder from several years ago that always gives me the flinches when I walk downtown across that bridge.