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Jun. 9th, 2011

Screeeeve.

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Sometimes being a comic book fan isn't worth the emotional highs and lows.

Fuck you, DC. There are a lot of people that need Barbara Gordon in a wheelchair, and a lot of people that need a book like Secret Six.

May. 21st, 2011

Screeeeve.

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Fanaticon was amazing. Absolutely amazing. I am WAY too busted to go into details, but in a nutshell today cemented the fact that I am on the right path, and in the right industry.

And Gail Simone thinks Mary and I are talented. And threatened a promoter to push media for us.

And...there's so much more. But I need to sleep.

Just wow.

May. 20th, 2011

Screeeeve.

Bullet points of stress.


  • Oh, silly me. If I wanted sympathy, I should have known better than to have gone to my mother.
  • Life is a startling combination of the worst week and (hopefully) the best weekend of my LIFE.
  • I have a side-braid.
  • Gail Simone is in my little city, at my little bookstore.
  • Tomorrow is Fanaticon. I WILL BE BUSY. AND STRESSED OUT. AND HOPEFULLY MAKING SOME MAD $$$
  • I'm not dead, but I feel like it.
  • Thor was incredible, and will be so again today.
  • Why is the dude next to me putting on slippers?
  • If the guy on the other side of me wasn't using a Toshiba, I would swear he was Steve Jobs
  • Biggest day of the year for me tomorrow! AUGH.


I should add - Earlier this month I saw my little brother for the first time in five years! It was awesome, and stressful, and I realized that my tolerance for him lasts exactly two days less than he stayed. But he did thank me for being true to myself when we were younger, and not compromising when I came out, as it exposed him at a young age to a world he would otherwise know nothing about, and how it made him a better person. Which brought a tear to my eye. Of course, he waited until the LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT to tell me that.

Apr. 30th, 2011

FLATBEEEAR

Hallo, friending meme people.

So I stuck my face into another friending meme, and if you found your way here through that...

THIS IS FOR YOU.

Apr. 20th, 2011

Screeeeve.

Stop Throwing Snowballs.

A MEME. Floating around everywhere.

Name me a character! I will tell you:

* How I FEEEEEL about this character
* All the people I ship romantically with this character
* My non-romantic OTP for this character
* My unpopular opinion about this character
* One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in cano
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Apr. 10th, 2011

Screeeeve.

Oh hey, LJ's working. PARTAY.

So. Not the greatest quality, BUT WE WERE THERE. Up against the barrier, in front of the screen on our right. At 1:46, we were grabbing at small screaming dude, and at 3:30, we were being doused in wine by Eugene <3

Apr. 8th, 2011

Screeeeve.

She shot me, she shot me.

So. Gogol Bordello tore the roof off The Orange Peel last night. Pretty much all I can manage is a bullet point update, as every. Part. Of me. HURTS.

  • Walking around Downtown Asheville double-fisting Pizza I got out of the trunk because I was STARVING.
  • Insane drunk faeries in wedding dresses dancing around outside the Peel.
  • Eugene Hutz walking past us, and Mary and I being the only ones to notice and wave o.O
  • Dave and Dave being there with us <3
  • The Constellations opened, and were FANTASTIC. Best opening band I've seen. Will buy their CD, will seek them out in concert again. Their cover of Red Shoes was FANTASTIC.
  • Gogol Bordello. GOGOL BORDELLO.
  • I've never seen a club so packed, or a crowd with so much energy.
  • GOGOL BORDELLO
  • I can't describe how much LOVE I felt in the room. It was amazing.
  • Pouring of wine onto an audience.
  • Security guard dousing the audience with water.
  • Holding my own against a Gogol Bordello mosh pit. It put the ones at Rancid and Mastodon to SHAME.
  • Wonderlust King, Start Wearing Purple, Pala Tute, Immigrandia (We're Coming Rougher) and Trans-Continental Hustle tore the fucking roof off.
  • Lost my voice halfway through Wonderlust King. Which was the third song.
  • FIVE ENCORES.
  • FIVE.
  • Eugene's desperation to keep playing, and accusing the tour manager of being a Nazi when they were only allowed one more song.
  • Covering Dirty Old Town, and me with tears streeeeeaming down my face.
  • Me never having been so proud to be an immigrant <3
  • Closing with the whole crowd singing Redemption Song.
  • Teary group hugs.
  • Stumbling out into the blissfully cold air.
  • Heading to The Lab, downing gallons of water, and SCOTCH FUCKING EGGS!
  • Collapsing into bed the moment we walked through the door.


That was the best thing I have ever been a part of. Ever. Now to cut the rainbow yarn and bells out of my hair!

Apr. 6th, 2011

Screeeeve.

Wexter.

I'm thinking of doing some livejournal pruning.

I went on a FRIEND LOADS OF PEOPLE spree a few months back, and I think it's time to filter some out. People on my flist that I don't have a whole lot in common with, and whatnot.

So! If, for any reason, you are incredibly desperate to stay on my flist, whether or not we interact much, please say so here!

I assure all of you, if I take you off, it's nothing personal and although I think you're all wonderful, it's just that we really don't have that much in common! I THINK YOU'RE AWESOME THO!

And likewise, if anyone wants to defriend me, there will be no hard feelings whatsoever <3.
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Apr. 4th, 2011

Screeeeve.

In the line, at the cafe...

Quick update to let you all know that I'm still alive!

  • Backlog of work.
  • Fanaticon coming too soon. Cannot cope.
  • LITTLE BROTHER WILL BE HERE IN A MONTH.
  • Sandwiches are awesome.
  • Hey, that's about it.


Hopefully, I will be back to my regular streams of nonsense and drivel when things calm down!

Mar. 26th, 2011

Screeeeve.

That don't mean I can't get you there.

So. We saw Suckerpunch tonight.

Never in my life have I felt like my gender makes me a target for sexual assault. Never. Not even in abusive relationships have I felt that way.

It's sickening. I feel shaky, and uncertain, and jumpy. I don't like feeling like this, it makes me want to hit things.

Suckerpunch made me feel that way. The constant targeting of women in that movie for rape and sexual abuse was disgusting enough, but the fact that there is no comeuppance for it, nor is it even acknowledged over the course of the movie.

The action sequences were incredible, some of the most brilliant I've ever seen, but they were not enough to excuse the fact that almost every single male/female encounter in the film resulted in near sexual abuse.

I want to cry, and I'm going to bed.

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