Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Stop Pretending This isn't All You Want in Life

Wow! Almost a year? That long, huh.

Wow. Okay, yes it's been almost a year.

This is once again the point where I'd say something like, "I know it's been awhile, but guys I've been out there living life" knowing full well it's the same old Netflix and booze with the occasional "Lost Weekend" situation, but this time I really have been out...doing slightly different things.

Firstly, I'm pregnant. Actually, to be honest I'm almost done being pregnant. I'm about eight months in, I can see the finish line, and cannot wait to cross it. It's been a pretty interesting trip, with a few shitty potholes thrown in for good measure, but probably no different from what a lot of other women go through, if the Reddit threads are anything to go by. It has put a someone significant dent in my shenanigans which, I'm not gonna lie, I've felt pretty acutely, but whatever. I'm mostly over it and I get a tiny troll to harass out of the deal so I can't complain overmuch.

And yet.

See, this baby is a Spring baby, which is awesome since I live in the south and he'll be born before the worst of the appallingly ridiculous heat takes over (not that it hasn't been trying already--I see you, thermometer, creeping in the high eighties with nary a breeze in sight. Watch your shit.) but he's also sort of coming at the beginning of my Con season. Before this year, May marked the time when the beloved husband and I began preparing for the various cons and outdoor events we'd be attending.  There's the East Atlanta Beer Festival getting us started in May, followed by Heroes Con in June, San Diego Comic Con in July, Dragon*Con at the end of August, and New York Comic Con in October--not to mention the smaller, but no less awesome cons in between.  We wouldn't necessarily go to all of these anyway, but it was nice to be able to pick and choose how we wanted to spend our summer. This summer I fear will mostly involve me staring at Facebook pictures of my friends at these different events and sighing wistfully at the "Whooo! randomly saw Matt Smith in the hotel bar! Shots!" and, "Whooo! Hid behind a potted fern and spied on Edward James Olmos and Richard Hatch at Trader Vic's! Shots!" captions underneath them. Let's get serious for a minute. Babies are cool, but they're not that cool.

At this point, all I'm asking is that my little bug comes before or after Star Trek: In Darkness comes out. My behind will be in that theater seat, come hell or high water breaking. I imagine there are a few people out there who would just drag the aforementioned bug along to a few of these things when he's comes out, seeing as the big ones start when he's a few months old or so, and to that I say HA! Also, Nah, it's not for me. I know some people do it--I've seen babies fresh out of the oven all over Dragon*Con, but it's not for me. Those places are petri dishes, albeit beloved ones, and I'm not cool with taking my wee one in a place where some Bird Flu-riddled joker in a Chewbacca costume can come and sneeze all over him. Pass.

In any case, it looks like I'm in for a voyage of another sort pretty soon, and despite the paragraphs above, I'm pretty stoked about it.

Secondly, during this whole pregnancy thing, I got laid off. Well, to be fair, it wasn't really during but it was right before, so for the past 8 months or so I've been scrambling to find ways to occupy my time and not go crazy. I'd say I was about twelve percent successful. "Well duh," you say, that's when you could have been writing on your blog, or writing on another blog or just writing, since that's what you like to do." To which I say, shut up. I am a writer. That is to say, I spend about five minutes writing, and then the rest of the day on tumblr, twitter, or various other places on the internet. It can't be helped, it's practically law. I'm stuck right now trying to figure out what  I'm going to do about the whole job situation because at this point, no one is gonna hire me. I imagine walking into a job interview, round as I am, and watching as they stare in disbelief as I tell them that, if you give me this job, I'll work my hardest and best for you...for about four weeks, then i'll be gone for you know, a little while while I have this here baby. But I swear I'll come back!

It's been rough, not gonna lie. I've been looking since I got laid off and had no bump to speak of, but times are tough I suppose. I have people saying I should just stay home with the kid for a little bit, and that wouldn't be a problem, except I have a sneaking suspicion I'd lose my mind entirely. This particular geek is not the stay-at-home type, though I imagine I can come to some compromise between the need to take care of the baby bean and the need not to go out of my mind, probably in the form of a part time gig of some sort. We'll see.

In the meantime, I'm back! I'm gonna try to keep this up, seeing as just writing this has made me feel loads better and less like I'm going to run screaming into the streets. Plus, there was something wrong with tumblr so I couldn't get on.

More later, a lot of stuff goes down in eight months.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

I hate the fact that when I'm absolutely livid my go-to move is to burst into tears. Spraying water in all directions, not unlike a broken tap,  is not as effective a weapon for my fury as say, fists, or harsh words, but whatever, it's my face and it does what it wants. Thankfully, I hardly ever get so angry that I burst into tears, despite the fact that I am almost always irritated by something. Sad but true fact: I'm usually operating on a mild but admittedly irrational level of distaste for everyone all the time. I got sort of mad at a patron at the library the other day because her hair started too far back on her head for my liking. Whatever, it's a thing, we're all works in progress, I'm fixing it.

Lately though, it's getting a lot harder to maintain my usual levels of exasperation for humanity. Mostly because of all the ridiculous things being said by people in positions of power, more specifically in reference to women and what they can and cannot do with their bodies. I've been able to blow a lot of it off, to write a good deal of it off as idiocy that is surely dismissed by people with half a brain cell, but lately, I'm beginning to see that it might not be as easy as all that. I had a conversation today with a couple of friends and acquaintances of mine today, and the topic turned to Todd Akin's ridiculous suggestion that victims of 'legitimate rape' can't get pregnant because the female reproductive system shuts itself down when that happens. We were all in vehement agreement that this guy was a huge, stupid, crazily ill-informed asshole, when one of my acquaintances sort of blurts out, "Yeah but I hate it when two people are like, actually together and then have sex and then abort the child." 

It got kind of quiet.

Then I blurted out, "Well it's a good thing that's none of your fucking business then, isn't it?"

Then it got really quiet.

From that point on, we were off. The more I had to point out that no one has the right to get into anyone else's personal affairs, and the more she countered with, "Well I personally believe," the angrier and angrier I got. I could feel my face getting hot and my throat closing up and I knew I was mere seconds from waterworks. I finally shut it down, letting her know that while she was entitled to her opinion, I felt like it was wholly unnecessary for her to express it here at this point in time, since the focus was on the bigger issue of a man running for a seat in the U.S. Senate being ignorant and how that affected women as a whole, and she had diverted it to something we weren't discussing at the time.  It sounds kind of diplomatic, the way it's written here, but I'm pretty sure what I actually said was more along the lines of, "Who the hell cares what you think?" Maybe I got so heated so fast because the way she said it kind of  reminds me how we got to this point in the first place, as if announcing your unsolicited opinions about what you don't or do believe in in lofty tones gives you immediate superiority and ultimate authority on something that is so intimate, so personal.

Maybe I'm in the wrong, maybe it was perfectly reasonable to express her opinion of which kinds of abortions she likes and doesn't like, which ones are acceptable to her and which get a frowny face but my point was that that isn't the point. None of this should be an issue. Absolutely none of it. You do not get to tell anyone what they can and cannot do with their own bodies. You don't get to treat women like they're second-class citizens, like you're allowed to monitor their movements and dictate how they live their lives. We are all human beings, we're all the same. It just pisses me off that there are people out there that don't seem to grasp this.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

San Diego Comic Con, or, I love you, but I've chosen Hall H.

No excuses, it's been ages. I kind of got caught up in Real Life stuff for a minute there, my house got broken into a few months back, and ever since then I've been a bit unfocused, mostly because of my ridiculous attempts to be hyper-alert and aware of my surroundings at all times. It sucks, having things stolen from you. It's a pretty big violation--someone comes into your home, one of the few places that act as a buffer zone between you and the insanity in the rest of the world if you're lucky, and someone just comes in and utterly invades that space.I can't speak for anyone else, but the whole thing has left me a bit more paranoid and wary of humanity than I'd like to be. I find myself side-eyeing people more than I would if this hadn't happened to me, and that makes me sad.

But! That is not what this post is about. This is about me finally making it to the North American Geek Mecca and what I found there. Ladies and Gentlemen, I finally made it to San Diego Comic Con.

                                      (Cue trumpets blaring or angels singing or whatever, here).

San Diego Comic Con was great. It was overwhelming. It was massive and busy, and a lot less stinky than I was anticipating, but maybe I just got lucky. 

Because this was my first year, I didn't really plan ahead too much, preferring to get the lay of the land more than anything. I was completely content to wander around the gigantic show floor during the day and party with my friends at night, so in that aspect, my experience there wasn't similar to the ones I'd read about on various blogs leading up heading out there. When we'd landed and settled in our hotel room, for a quick second I thought maybe I'd take a run at having the kind of Comic Con trip that I'd read about so much, complete with hours-long waiting for panels in Hall H and Ballroom 20. 

Then I saw the lines. I saw the lines leading from Hall H, wrapping around the building and moving across the street to where my hotel was, twisting around a marina and ending up in what I'm pretty sure was the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Same for Ballroom 20. I'd stumble back to my hotel late at night after wandering the Gaslamp Quarter and see people lined up outside the convention center, wrapped in thermal blankets and sleeping bags, passed out in folding chairs and on yoga mats, curled up on patches of grass and I realized that there was no WAY IN HELL I actually had a chance of seeing any of the big, fancy, movie and TV panels. I'm too old, and I don't have the patience to wait in lines like I used to. I made my peace with that super quick. This is not to say I didn't go to panels,  I did and I enjoyed them immensely, I just went to the ones where the wait time wasn't a day and a half. They tell you about the lines on other blogs-- oh, they tell you. But i'm telling you that you will not understand the magnitude and the insanity of those queues until you see them for yourself. 

I saw celebrity types a lot coming in and out of my hotel and wandering around the floor, but no one that made me freeze in my tracks and ugly cry or anything. A few days after coming back I saw all these SDCC pictures of Robert Downey, Jr. and the cast of Game of Thrones and Hunger Games  hanging out in the same places I'm totally sure I was, but it was almost like we were in the same place at the same time, but in parallel universes. I'd leave a spot on the floor, check the Internet, and there'd be someone super famous spotted or giving an interview or something in the same place and all I could do was gape because holy crap I was just there, and how did I miss that?! 

The floor was a pretty happening spot. I didn't get much of the free swag because, again, not patient enough to stand in endless lines anymore, but I still got a chance to see some pretty amazing stuff. 

Mighty Morphin Massive Ass!
The section I spent the most time in

I figure this is self-explanatory.
Cute Kid.

Lego Gandalf!

To be honest, the most fun I had was just hanging out with my friends. During one of the days, we just took a taxi to Hillcrest and wandered around, eating Thai food and popping in and out of record stores. It was nice to be able to get away and just breathe for a little bit. Plus we got to see a little bit more of the city, which is always cool. 

Adult Swim hosted a Dethklok concert on the USS Midway that Saturday night, and I have to say, that way by far the most fun I had there. Who wouldn't enjoy heart-thumping death metal on an aircraft carrier, I ask you? The drinks were free, the music was loud, and after the Dethklok set, Girl Talk performed and came armed with toilet paper guns and balloon. We danced hard and fast and am delighted to say that we shut that Aircraft Carrier down.

The band flew to the aircraft carrier on a helicopter. It was so awesome.

In summary I'd have to say I had a pretty wonderful time in San Diego. If I ever go back, I'll even do it up right, planning months and months ahead of time and slowly working on increasing my patience so that maybe I'll be able to withstand the lines. It was a good time, and it seems like a fun city.

...but Dragon*Con's gonna be better.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

So I've been really really quiet lately. 

That's mostly because hockey has taken over my soul. What started out as a lark has become a full-blown obsession, exacerbated by the fact that the playoffs are going on right now and shit is intense. Last night, the Blackhawks (the team I love) played the Coyotes in Chicago and it was just the worst, mainly because of this: 

This is Marian Hossa, who happens to own my soul, taking an absolutely devastating hit from Raffi Torres. I was screaming when it happened and I was screaming when Hossa didn't get back up and I was screaming when Torres wasn't ejected from the game. There was some crying thrown in there too, because Hossa had to be taken out on a freaking stretcher. The night continued to get worse from then on, mostly because of Torres' continued presence in the game, since he shouldn't have been there. Andrew Shaw got a three game suspension for a hit on the Coyotes goalie who, as it happens, played in the very next game. He was fine. Hossa was carried out on a fucking stretcher, and that asshole got to play the whole game, minus like, twelve minutes. It was too much--not to mention the shitty-ass calls the refs made that night.  That stadium was on fire though, and you can bet your sweet ass they were calling for blood in Chicago. I know I was here.

The Coyotes ended up winning in OT which sucks, but I'm not worried. I have every faith that the Hawks will come back and squash those assholes like the bugs they are, with a little assistance from my chat pals, since we are convinced that by channeling our combined hatred for Mike Smith and Raffi Torres, the Yotes will spontaneously combust in mid-play, on the ice, or at the very least, Mike Smith's hands will fall off and he will start vomiting and shitting from an unexplicable bout of food poisoning. Here's to hoping.

In other hockey-related news, Sidney Crosby turns out to be an unexpected delight. I don't know much about him, but after talking with my hockey pals, I discovered that the general consensus is somewhat mixed. To some, he's alright, to others, he's somewhat of a big-mouthed puss, to be treated with disdain or indifference. At least that's how it was with them, until this:

I haven't been watching very closely, but I have it on good authority that the Pens-Flyers series of the playoffs has been somewhat of a shitshow. This gif is of Sid Crosby super bitchily knocking away Jakub Voracek's glove, which is funny all by itself because it's such a cutesy sort of dick move. It escalates into awesomeness when you see the interview Sidney does after this game and how he responds to reporters asking about the move:

What was he supposed to do? Pick up his glove?  What was that? Skate away? Skate away, you say? Yeah, well, he didn't that time, so.

Guys. He doesn't like anyone on their team. What don't you get about that?

I'm just delighted. I'm delighted because as bad as it sounds, that's probably the same answer would have given. Sidney Crosby, you own my heart in this moment because we are simpatico. We are both children when competing.

I have so many feelings about this stupid game, and there's no way I could cover it all in one go. Just know you'll probably be hearing more about hockey shenanigans and less about the more geektastic aspects of my life as the playoffs continue. I'm just saying. This shit ruins lives.

Monday, February 6, 2012

I cannot begin to tell you how much this made my ENTIRE day

Not only is it done by Max Landis, in Drunk History format, It has Mandy Moore as a shrieking and incoherent Lois Lane, Cyborg Elijah Wood and Simon Pegg as John Landis, parent and director extraordinaire. I watched it an cracked up so hard my boss came running. He's not big into comics, but he is big into laughing at me, and watching me howl hysterically and nerd it up by flailing in the direction of the screen provided him with much entertainment.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Star Wars: The Old Republic, or, How I Learned to Love the Player AND the Game

A Note: This is the second time I've tried writing this particular entry. For some reason, when I closed the page to switch computers, all the rambling crap I'd written before didn't save, which it usually does automatically,  so the magic that was the first attempted posting of this is gone. I'd like to think it was the universe letting me know that it was a rambling, crazy, pointless post and it refused to save for my own benefit. I have to think that, otherwise I'll get enraged and start flipping desks over.

It was a long post.

Hopefully this time what I meant to say will make more sense and the gods will smile upon my entry.
Also, I will hit save like, every sixteen seconds.