Villain Mash-up

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I drew a science fiction villain mash-up!
How many can you identify?

As usual, you can get this design on RedBubble:
https://www.redbubble.com/people/imasillypirate/works/32794081-villain-mash-up

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Liebster

Hey everyone!
My blog was nominated for a Liebster Award by my friend Mia (She’s rad, follow her on the twitters: @triadvstrinity) in her blog post https://triadvstrinity.squarespace.com/blog/2015/2/6/the-liebster-award.

The way it works is that I am supposed to answer the questions and nominate some people or something… I don’t know, it sounds awfully pyramidy to me. So, in the name of community I decided to answer the questions, but in the name of having a problem with authority and pyramids I decided to not push it on with more nominations. Feel free, instead, to see that as me saying “I NOMINATE EVERYONE!” if you want to answer some questions.

At the end, because this blog is a place for stories and these awards and blog hops are designed, ultimately, to learn things about each other, I’ll share a quick, true story about my childhood. Thus fulfilling both needs.

Mia’s questions were as follows:

1) If you met a genie, what would be your three wishes?
     I would wish the genie free, so we could be buddies and have a cartoon spin off together.

2) What’s the best joke you’ve ever been told?
     I don’t think I should tell it here… I’m not sure it’s appropriate.

3) Television show that let’s you escape no matter how many times you watch it. (Movie works too.)
     Stargate. I love Stargate, specifically SG1 and Atlantis. Universe was alright, but not the same sort of show.

4) How many WIPs do you have?
      So, my educational background is in physics and at Cal Poly, where I did my undergrad, there was a club called Women in Physics, which used the acronym WiP. My first thought when I see WIP is still “Women in Physics” before context convinces me otherwise. So to answer that question instead, I have zero. I DO, however, have one woman in astronomy… and she is amazing.

5) If you had to choose one book to read for the rest of your life, which would it be?
      That’s a tough one. I don’t know that I could do that. Can it be a collection of a bunch of other books??

6) How old were you when you knew that you wanted to be a writer?
      I’ve always been a story teller. I’ve been writing for many years. It was only recently that I realized that maybe other people might appreciate my writing too.

7) Why do you write?
      I already have a blog post about that!  https://imasillypirate.wordpress.com/2013/10/15/why-i-write/

8) What is the most exotic/grooviest (yeah, I just said groovy, you’re over it) place you’ve ever been?
      My brain hole is pretty groovy. I like living there. I did recently visit Portland, and I liked it there quite a bit.

9) What’s your writing pick me up? Do you have a certain food or drink or dance move that gets you in the zone and ready to go? (Singing at the top of your lungs is perfectly acceptable.)
     Writing IS the pick me up. Nothing is better than actually getting a chance to sit down and write, then knocking it out of the park.
LOOK! LOOK GUYS! I made a sport’s reference! (That was golf, right?)

10) What gets you fired up? (To be interpreted as you wish.)
     Being covered in lighter-fluid when someone flicks a match at me, I think, would probably fire me up (You said I could interpret it however I want…).

11) If you were to try to make it rain, what would be your go to chant?
     Rain, Rain, Go Away… because that’s how it works. :/

That was a bit of a downer as a way to finish this off… so… I’ll tell you all an amusing tidbit about my childhood, so you can all laugh at me together (see, I’m fostering a sense of community).

I grew up in Carmel Valley in Monterey, Ca. During the summers it got hot sometimes; I’m not talking about San Diego temperatures, but sometimes we’d break 100 degrees. At one point I was given this kid’s jumpsuit, I have no idea what it’s called, but I’m certain that it has a name (think gray, 80’s puffy jacket, but from head to toe, for sitting on the back of a motorcycle in cold wind). When I was a kid, I really wanted to be an astronaut. So, obviously, in the summer, left to my own devices, it wasn’t uncommon to see me wandering around in the bushes in my “space suit” which, of course, was a dirt bike helmet, that jumpsuit, and rain boots. I got hot, but I’d just pretend I was exploring the jungles of Venus… I probably should have died, because what kid actually thinks about hydrating? If the heat was giving me a headache, that was part of the game; that would happen on Venus.

One day, while wearing my space suit, I was climbing a dead tree that hung out over a bunch of berry brambles (because I, apparently, am very smart) and (Surprise!) the brittle, dead branch I was holding onto came off in my hand, dropping me into the brambles below. If I had hit the ground, that would have been one thing, but the brambles caught my suit and held me just far enough above the ground so that my little feet couldn’t reach. It took me about half an hour to get to the ground, but you better believe that, despite the wedgie and the gashes all up and down my arms, I took advantage of the situation and pretended that I was weightless.

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Some things don’t change. This is me in a tree just last week… I climbed up there to tie my shoe.

San Diego Comic-Con 2014

Hey all!

I went to San Diego Comic-Con this year! It was a blast. I thought I’d share a little more about the experience. I do have a story to post this week, so it will happen on Thursday.

Me as the 10th Doctor. My lady as Jenny

Me as the 10th Doctor. My lady as Jenny

We went Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The main Exhibit Hall at the San Diego Convention Center was packed to the point where it was tough to achieve more than a penguin shuffle. The rest of the convention center was crazy, but not as packed as the exhibit hall. To give you an idea of how many people were there, let me just say that the Exhibit Hall is over 525 thousand square feet (http://www.visitsandiego.com/facilityinformation/buildingoverview.cfm), it was insane.

I think I summed it up nicely on friday when I tweeted “Nerds, nerds everywhere and not a word to tweet.

On Friday, I put on a suit, cocked my tie to the side, put on a pair of glasses, and called myself the Doctor (Tenth Doctor, obviously). My girlfriend dressed up as Jenny, from the Doctor Who episode “The Doctor’s Daughter” and her friend Amelia dressed up as the eleventh Doctor. I thought the two of us dressing up as Ten and Jenny was pretty funny for a lot of reasons.

The panel on comics in higher education was really interesting, though more about how the guys 40 thousand person online class about comics worked out. Also, the Condor Con table (http://www.condorcon.org/html/mainmenu.html) was playing a Doctor Who game, where you get badge ribbons for good guys or bad guys and have to take pictures of people with ribbons of the opposite side. Based on how many pictures of the enemy you get, you worked your way up the chain. You better believe that by the end of the day I had earned my “Time Lord” ribbon. I thought it was a good idea and was a lot of fun.

 

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Xena and Gabrielle waiting for the trolley.

Saturday was a different kind of day. My lady and I dressed as Xena and Gabrielle. I got a lot more attention than I expected and people wanted to take pictures of me with my hairy Xena legs every couple of steps. It was a little overwhelming. You should have seen the double-takes people did when I walked into the men’s room… Classic.

Early in the day Steven L. Sears (who wrote for and co-produced Xena) introduced himself and wanted to take our picture, which was kind of fun.

We went to a few panels. The one with John Barrowman had everyone in the huge hall giggling non-stop, but sitting in that outfit was extremely uncomfortable. I don’t understand how you lady folks deal with the whole having boobs thing.

Later we took the obligatory photo of Xena and Gabrielle making out which, I’m sure, is described on one of the early pages of just about every piece of Xena fan fiction.

Xena and Gabrielle kiss... like they do in the fan fiction... probably. Sorry, it had to be done.

Xena and Gabrielle kiss… like they do in the fan fiction… probably. Sorry, it had to be done.

After going home and changing we went back downtown The House of Blues to check out the Suicide Girls Blackheart Burlesque, which was entertaining. Sorry gents, no pictures of that one, I’m sure you can find them with the googler machine.

 

We expected Sunday to be a little less crazy, but there were probably just as many people there as there were on Saturday. We put on our Stargate gear. Forced to pick a favorite show, I’d have to pick Stargate. This being said, you may be surprised by the fact that I had no Idea that Christopher Judge (Teal’c) would be there. When I found out I squealed a little and we went to found his table. In real life he smiles a lot. I was still very intimidated and took an awkward picture with him, then walked away without anyone using the word “indeed.” I know… I failed.

Us in our Stargate gear with Christopher Judge!

Us in our Stargate gear with Christopher Judge!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those of you that follow me on Twitter (@imasillypirate) or are my friends on Facebook (official author page coming soon) already know that there was another adventure going on in parallel: the adventures of the Lego versions of us.

Wandering around the convention center... Not lost like SOME PEOPLE.

Wandering around the convention center… Not lost like SOME PEOPLE.

Waiting in the hall for panels!

They waited patiently in the hall, waiting for panels!

Watching a panel. Notice that there are three of them on that one chair, and there could be many more. Lego Comic Con would need far fewer chairs.

Watching a panel. Notice that there are three of them on that one chair, and there could be many more. Lego Comic Con would need far fewer chairs.

When days came to an end it was time to hop on the trolley and head home.

When days came to an end it was time to hop on the trolley and head home.

Once there they collapsed in exhaustion. They had a long weekend.

Once there they collapsed in exhaustion. They had a long weekend.

 

All in all, Comic-Con was a lot of fun. If possible I plan to go again next year!