Late, Late For a Very Important Date

With you, internets! Only ever with you.

I need to start posting these the day I mean to as opposed to at 3 in the morning on the next day. Anyways, here I am, just spouting off words because I honestly can’t think of anything better to write but consistency is the key here, right?
Well, not right. I could spend the rest of my life pushing some button at the button factory for consistency’s sake but that wouldn’t necessarily lead me anywhere other than Arkham.

Just an odd thought, though, that I had earlier. I was thinking how interesting and awesome it would be to go to one of these cons and ask each artist to draw equal numbers of male pin-ups and female pin-ups. For each picture of Catwoman bending over some diamond necklaces, I’d love to see Batman leaning against a doorframe with his tights ripped “just so”.

I’ve been watching Lost (as mentioned in the last bajillion posts) and the one thing I love about the show is how consistent they are with the equal amounts of girl pretty and guy pretty. If there’s a gratuitous female clothing changing scene, there’s usually a gratuitous shirtless and dripping wet male fishing scene. And so on and so forth. I’d just like an equal number of gender pretties in my comics, if you please. And not that Frank Miller shit where Joker is this slick, metrosexual deviant with an enormous dragon tattoo. That’s just not fun.

Nope.

Please tie a bow around a sexy Flash in a towel hung low or a drenched Superman with just his cape. Too many artists take the male pin up as an over the top, cheesy kind of art. And I guess it is, just as much as the over the top cheesy kind of pin ups they draw each panel for women.

So fair’s fair. Sexy girly times = Sexy boy toy times. Use your imagination, artists and writers. Actually, that seems to be the problem. Use real life examples. If shows like Lost and Battlestar Galactica can manage sexy boy times without it overpowering the stories being told, I’ve got faith that so can you.

Actually. I’d love to be proven wrong, so I think I’m gonna go look for some genuinely hot panels of various comic book characters from various artists’ sites or scans daily.

But tomorrow.

No writing today, got a couple of emails done, and haven’t finished the good old curriculum vitae, but getting there.

Also, Lost with BKV as story editor. Is it just me or did it suddenly start getting really scary suspenseful again instead of just bloody confusing?

“Dear Diary, today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.”

– Safe, Firefly

Lost is getting really fucking confusing. I’m now in early S3, and I never realized before how many of the secrets I picked up through pure pop culture osmosis. Now, I’m in blind territory and it is really, really fucking confusing. Plus, I’m about 5 years late to the party. S’alrighty.

Didn’t write any words today, and didn’t really get the emails written that needed to be written. Also, need to get on that job thingy.

Other than that, fairly productive day. Made some blueberry muffins a la Allrecipes.com. Very crunchy cinnamon-sugar crumble on top and vanilla and Grand Marnier in the batter. Finished spreadsheet-ing so far.

Now I’m going to bed, as soon as I finish this episode of Lost. Damn you, Abrams.

Also, POC’s dying to the left, POC’s dying to the right. Nothin’ but POC’s and women. Great job writers. I can’t wait to see what the Vaughan episodes look like.

New Year, New Post

Brinner. Commonly known as “Breakfast for Dinner”.  Which I am consuming right now.

Menu du soir

Buttered blueberry pancake w/ Grade A maple syrup

Brown sugar glazed bacon

Scrambled eggs with fine sea salt

A double portion of Swiss Miss hot chocolate w/marshmallows

Tidbit for the Day

Aliens made them do it.

That’s what they found out later when the whole mess was through. It started with the charismatic leader of a splinter group in the Jewish community during the age of Roman expansion. And it ended with the ineffable judgement of higher beings on their measly three thousand year old culture.

Hannah, who had grown up only ever knowing a world where the alien presence was prevalent, remembered how her grandparents shied away from the aliens in the streets in very clear xenophobia. When she heard them ranting about the Constitution and inalienable rights, she heard nothing but the outdated rants of people who’d lived past their sell by date. Not that she wished her relatives harm but it was embarassing bringing her friends over to a house where they’d hear all sorts of phobic insults and speciesist mutters.

No idea where I was going with this. It’s not even a tidbit. More of a fleeting thought. But I figure, I’ve got 150 words today. I’ll do 300 tomorrow. And maybe 450 after that.

Also, mainlining Lost (thanks Elaine’s bf Ryan).  Just got to Season 1 finale and my faves thus far are Hurley and Rousseau. Also Turnip Head (aka Aaron) and Sawyer’s relationship.

Friday night and the lights are low

I’d be looking for a place to go but I’ve got Flash Gordon and Stargate Atlantis on my mind.  I’m so glad I’m a geek ’cause . . . OMG! Celluci is Sheppard’s BROTHER! The fic practically writes itself! IT really really does. It’s just going to hafta be someone like marag or medie.

 I’m such a sputz (note: I have no idea if that’s a word and if it is, I have no idea what it means).  When Sheppard’s dad’s home showed up, I was all, “oh, Earth is pretty. It must have sucked for the film crew had to move all that equipment from the Pegasus galaxy to Canada.” GAH. Tess, the Pegasus galaxy does not currently exist in the form that you see on TV. Although I’m holding out hope since this is the Year of the Jetpack. The future has arrived. 🙂

The Best Laid Plans of Futuristic Robots and Women

I just finished watching the second episode of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and the kickassery continues, although I’m still not an out and out FAN. It’s definitely got its moments, and Lena Headey being all badass alongside Summer Glau makes for a very happy Tess, but it’s taking me a while to get into the universe. I don’t know if I’m expecting something or if I’m just missing certain nuances but some of the dialogue isn’t doing it for me. I can feel that it’s well acted and filled with something but none of that emotional oomph has hit me yet. Well, hopefully, I’ll start to get into it with the upcoming episodes. Until Battlestar Galactica starts back up, this’ll do me nicely on the women kicking ass front. 🙂

 Other world-shaking events in the back end of nowhere, I’m headed up to Baltimore this weekend to visit mis amigos y para celebrar el cumpleano de “mi hija”, Nazia. I believe she’s turning 22, and this should be fun. Oh, darn, now that I think of it, it must’ve been Chris’ birthday, too. Gotta hand him a belated card or something. It’ll be nice to see people and have some late night chats without worries that they have work or classes the next day. I’m planning on staying ’til my underwear runs out or I get too in everyone’s faces. I doubt they’ll have much time after Intersession for crazy, little, ole me until graduation. No matter how many times I tell myself I wouldn’t have made it anyways, it still stings to think of my friends graduating this year without me. It’s nothing I haven’t brought upon myself but it still sucks a little. I’d like to go to support my friends but I dunno if I can take watching my class graduate and move on when I’ve basically stalled my life.

 On another conflicted note, I’m a horrible American citizen. I’ve yet to register as a Democrat ( in order to vote in the primaries), and even when I do, I’m still not completely sure who I’ll be voting for. It’s really down to H. Clinton or Obama, and I feel like it should be easier than I’m making it. I’m probably going to be spending more time  trolling through the Washington Post and other news archives for more of a history on the two candidates. Well, if I have time between my researching urban gang activities ( I don’t know yet if I want to go all Batman: Year One with the Mob or 100 Bullets with nitty, gritty modern gangs) and trying to think of which powers would complement Lee’s character and circumstances. Plus, I’ve got a couple of short stories ratttling around half-started and I’d really like to finish what stories I have before the very random and sporadic plot bunnies come back to bite me.

Fandom

Good Day.

 It started out with E-dawg coming over to make lemon thumbprint cookies and listen to musicals and generally chat about stuff. I attempted to waltz and actually managed to make cheese puffs a la Alice Waters. I’m so glad I’m friends with Elaine. It’s been nigh on twelve years of knowing each other, and despite my being flaky and crazy and just generally not a good friend to have, she’s been there for me. Yeah, occasionally, I get annoyed with her insistence on cheap everything and stubborness but my gods, I’m the one who welches on months long plans, dropped out of school, and ran away from home (not in that order). Hopefully, I manage to actually BE a friend for her amongst my whirlwind of craziness. 

Later, Anica stopped by with her very precocious sister to munch on my surplus of cookies. I do not remember being that smart when I was eleven. I mean, being the self-centered pre-teen that I was, I thought of myself as smart indeed, but looking back, I was not the hot shit that I was utterly convinced I was. Which tells me a lot about what I’m gonna be thinking of myself later down the line.  

SciFi Friday on tonight with new Stargate Atlantis and Flash Gordon episodes. Then,  someone on my flist links to the posthumous post of an American soldier who served in Iraq.  The post merits its own post. In it, the blogger hopes that he managed to make some type of impact on the world, and it might have taken his last post but you can see in the comments and other links that he truly did. But like hradzka, the element of the post that stood out was the fact that the blogger was a Fan. Fans are loyalty, creativity, emotion, community, fanfic, squee, friendship, and a hundred thousand other words that create that spark which other Fans recognize and revel in. I’ve yet to meet a Fan who hasn’t enriched my life.  And until someone proves otherwise, Fan is synonymous with good people to me. And that post just added to my faith in fandom and Fans. So here’s to all of us who know the joy to be had in space and alternate universes, where elves, aliens, and superheroes mirror our sorrows and loves. Where vampires grapple with humanity and humans grapple with monsters. Where Fans can find friends and family of the soul. Kindred spirits.

It may seem wierd to connect these two things; crazy imaginary worlds filled with the dangerous and ineffable next to the world of warm friendships and real, human connections. But I can live with being wierd. I can be proud of it. Because I’ve got Fans right there beside me. 🙂