I was at Elliott Bay to watch Ellen Forney's performance [flickr, for a blurry idea of the dress with hundreds of strategic holes she wore]. I anticipated a slideshow readalong, but she came prepared with an animation-enhanced DVD, four really funny stories, audio samples, and a well-rehearsed act that acknowledged the visual nature of her work and expanded on it substantially The highlight of the show was the section about Camille Paglia (whose illustration was always accompanied by a hilariously discordant rock riff) and a very funny FAX with a bullet point proposition. As usual, the Q&A was meta-entertaining. Like call-in radio shows, only the weirdest questions seem to get asked.
Unusal feature of the audience: a large cockatoo who spent most of the evening staring at the back of the room. As a kid I used to be fascinated by parrots, but now they mostly freak me out, particularly in public settings.