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Booster Gold #26 [Nov. 12th, 2009|10:46 pm]
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All I have to say is that I had to stop a bit at the "Bwa-ha-ha" and collect myself. Even knowing ZomBeetle was coming doesn't mean that it's any less a kick in the gut.

Also, I want a poster of that...not-quite-splash page, but that duo pic of Booster and Ted. And it was kind of rough not crying at the funeral scenes.



...

Aw, crap, I just realized...

ZomBeetle does have the Bug (and seeing that brought back memories of a Reaver'd-out Serenity). Does that mean...oh, please Johns, don't be so cruel. Does that mean that the Ted we saw in the shadows at the end of the "Blue and Gold" story arc was really a Black Lantern? Johns, your jerk, I don't have words for how expertly you took a ray of warm, happy hope at the end of such a moving arc, and turned it to mockery.



Also, I got me an Orange Lantern ring. Whoo!

And today, I showed Dani and Katie The Bunny Suicides. Dani laughed so hard that halfway through, she had to get up and leave the room to compose herself. It was a thousand times better than I'd hoped. ^_^
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(no subject) [Nov. 8th, 2009|12:18 am]
I am so behind, but at any rate...
( Spoilers for Monk episode  )

Since I bought some more boxes at the sale, I decided to sit down and organize my comics. Not as hard this time, having more than two boxes on hand. I now have a lonbox full of "junk" comics (mostly comics I am unlikely to read again, except for some runs like Blade of the Immortal, and my first several Spiderman comics), anc then four-ish smaller boxes divided up by type. So now, when I buy comics and finish them...I know where they go. YAY!

Figured out the best pose for my Blue Beetle. He fits on the stand with Booster (not officially, but it's big enough), and I swear, it looks like they were made to be a statue. They're right by my computer for now, looking gorgeous and making me smile.

Sleepy.
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Toys, Halloween, and other stuff [Nov. 7th, 2009|09:16 am]
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I GOTS NEW TOYS!



Annual awesome-sauce sale at Ms. Theresa's comic shop. I blew near $90, but I got some Christmas shopping done, and picked up a lot of sweet stuff. Including these two beauties I've been waiting on for ages at less than five bucks a pop. Also, a Creeper action figure and a Blue Devil. And I'm seriously tempted to go back for the Golden Age JSA figures, but I wouldn't be able to chose between Garrick!Flash, Scott!Lantern, and Sandman.

The figures are gorgeous, clearly sculpted specific to the characters, instead of generic molds. Booster sports an inane cheesy-smile and thumbs up, while Beetle has his liddle bit of pudge (so cute!) and a subdued grin far more in line with his sarcastic humor. They don't pose well, however, compared to my other two--their joints are incredibly stiff, and obviously they don't have as many points of articulation to begin with.

Still. ( Frickin' adorable. )


So, yeah. Halloween.

The party last week was fantastic, everything a Halloween party should be, except for a lack of trick-or-treaters (shame). Costumes were worn, songs were sung, awesome fun was had, and it's one of the best time with all my buddies that I can remember. Also, I made pumpkin cupcakes with almond buttercream icing, and they were very good if I do say so myself.

I may be addicted to making cupcakes. By the time I'm done, I don't really want to eat them, but it's like...this is food. Special food. And I made it. Here, have one. Or three. (Oh dear sweet pants, I've awoken the Southern "feed everyone in sight" gene. HELP!)


Still on OK-Cupid. Don't know why, since it's a bust. Someone explain to me why, if you're trying to make an impression, you message someone in chat speak? Or really, if "Hey, you look cool, message me if you wanna talk" even sounds like a good start-up? I mean, really, how bland can you get? Start a conversation, for pity's sake. And if you're a super-sportsman-type, or a heavy drug user, or someone who doesn't read...why are you contacting me to begin with? It's because I have a photo up, isn't it?

Okay, one guy got it right. A pretty cool guy who's profile I liked to begin with started with "Megatron THEN, or Megatron NOW?" (Which I had been pondering earlier in the day anyway). See, that's how you do it--ask a random, fun question, and start a conversation. ...of course, he lives in Rhode Island, so...*shrug*


Anyway, that's been my day/week. Here, have some Halloween pics:

( Halloween Pics! )
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! [Oct. 27th, 2009|10:22 pm]
No seriously.

So, like, the other day, Katie and I notice a bag full of candy on the kitchen table. Just a regular, plastic Walmart bag filled with candy. The table always has Walmart bags on it, so for all we know, it could've been their for weeks. We assume it's Sterling's.

It's not.

So we run down the list of everyone else we know who's been in our house. No one knows anything about the candy. Apparently, it just appeared, like carmel eggs on Easter morning when you're a kid. And this isn't cheap, mixed-bag candy. This is fun-sized Reeses (Sterling's favorite), Hersey bars (which Katie was most excited over), and Whoppers (my favorite). There's even some Kit-Kats (apparently Danni's favorite--and she's over often enough to count).

So yeah. This mysterious bag filled with each of our favorite types of candy just sort of appears with no explanation. The only theory I can come up with is that the Great Pumpkin is pleased by the fact that we have seven ("Seven. Seven pumpkitutes.") pumpkins, plus two baby pumpkins in the house, forming our own makeshift pumpkin patch, and decided to bestow candy upon us.

Or else maybe one of my relatives with the keys dropped it off. Either way, I'm kind of gorging myself on Whoppers.
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(no subject) [Oct. 25th, 2009|03:10 pm]
I....bought too many comics today. That annual "hey look, collectible stuff!" was apparently at the mall, and Katie, Danni, and Ster all felt required to tell me.

All Flash stuff. I wish they'd just trade these already, it's such a pain trying to collect it issue by issue (and nothing like cheap, either). I'm still grumpy that I finally tracked down all of the Ignition story arc, only to find the trade of it (out of print, I thought) sitting pretty on the bookshelf of the LCS. still tryin to get the rest of Crossfire. But it's the early stuff that I want. I mean, c'mon. This is Flash.

Eh. Anyway. Spent too-freaking-much, got ripped off on a few comics for a couple bucks more than they were at another booth. Picked up a Star Trek poster and a classic Mickey&Minnie poster (for our kitchen). Shoulda bought the Blues Brothers one for my corner of the hall. Ah well. Too much money-spending going on.

Too much everything going on. I need to finish Kat's commission. I need to draw a retirement poster for Doc (mom said "Sometime in November" which I altered to "look, I'll get you something by monday" after realizing that she would call once a day to see how it was comic >.<). Need to do more BBAA (I'd like a buffer). Need to fix my Halloween costume. REEEEAAAALLY need to start drawing "real" comics again. I like BBAA okay, but it's not really what I want to do forever. I have stuff in mind, it just never feels like I have time to sit and do them anymore.

That's the thing. It just feels like I never have time to breathe. Mondays I don't even get home 'till after 10 because I go to mom's straight after work. Thursdays I work nights. And I'm pretty lousy at time management. Especially now that I have some 50+ books and things checked out from the library, all begging my attention. And really, I miss being online. I miss hanging out at Fabletown (it's been almost a year), I miss having the time to go through deviantArt. I miss chatting with folks at the ComicGeekSpeak forum. I really miss using lj as much--participating in discussions, commenting on friend's journals. Heck, H_E is going to close after this term (*TEARS*), and even though I got approved ages ago to rejoin, I still haven't gotten around to it.

Eh. I feel...eh.
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2009|04:49 pm]
Huh. I really haven't been on the internat at all lately. It's a bit of a mind-screw. I mean, at El Mar, I basically spent all day dicking around on the computer. Now I get home at 5:30/6, and...usually get caught by the tv on the way to my studio. Man. I feel kind of lousy about it, because there's a lot of people I haven't been able to keep up with, and now I need to go back and read oodles of LJs and what-not.

Guys, the weather right now is gorgeous. Cold snap finally happened yesterday, so we're getting bright, sunny days that are still deliciously cool.

Also...BOOKS! Limit is 50...and that's about what I have check out right now. Okay, some are CDs and DVDs. But it's just...I work in circulation--all the books people return come through us. And something looks shiny, hey, let's check it out! It's so distracting.

Current crack is the Cirque Du Freak series. I remember trying to get into it awhile ago, skimming the first book very quickly in Barnes & Noble, and being underwhelmed, though it was a bit jarring in that it felt very juvenille but dark at the same time. (I think my biggest problem is that all of the fanart is in super-girly manga style. Puh-leaze. These are snake-boys and unkempt vampires we're talking about.) This time around...no, they're crack. First one's just slow because he's human for almost the whole book, dealing with normal problems. Though even in that one, the "death/funeral" scenes were hard to get through--choked me up a bit. After that, though...yeah, I'm loving 'em, even if Evra the Snake Boy hasn't been in the past three for more than two pages. The time-skips area bit disconcerting. It's weird to have your favorite character be a shy 16-year-old, and then have him in his 20's and mature-ish the next time you see him.

Also, apparently the movie was filmed in New Orleans and Baton Rogue, so I'm a little grumpy I wasn't into this earlier and trying to get in on some extras-action.

Gonna go enjoy the nice day now. Cheers!
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2009|10:35 pm]
So...

Start my new job at the Library tomorrow.

Yeah, I'm gonna miss the cushy job I had. Keep thinking "Okay, tomorrow, when I get to work, I'll start roughs for a page--oh wait." Getting paid to basically sit and draw or dick around on the computer is pretty freaking sweet. But at the same time, as nice as it was when there was no one there, or when Mr. Raymond didn't try to un-shy me, I'm just not comfortable around the "good ol' Cajun boy" vibe oilfield work has. And one way or another, when you're an adult, a lot of your sense of self-worth is tied into your job, so a job that requires absolutely no effort just feels wrong after awhile. Though I will admit, it basically was the mythical "Bag of Gold" job Bob once told us about.

But yeah. I'm just thankful I got this job when I did--about a week after realizing I needed a better gig. It was a perfect transition job, a sort of "breather," I guess. And now, God willing, I'm ready to start something serious that I may actually be at for more than three months. Wow. (Granted, the ultimate goal is still to be working for DC or Marvel or IDW or...well, any comic-job that'll pay me enough to eat and stuff).

So--LIBRARY! WOOOOH! I get to work around books! New, grown-up-type job. Nicely cleaned house. Almost done organizing my studio into a more functional workspace. All in all, I feel like I'm getting ready to start fresh. -ish.

I'm also nervous as heck. And excited. Yeah-up.
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Late to the Party (Riddler talk)... [Sep. 30th, 2009|10:54 am]
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I'm just wondering if anyone else is reading Gotham City Sirens? The first issue was kinda...meh. Then Cat let me read 2 and 3 while I was in Baton Rogues last weekend. And the second was...alright.

And the third was fantastic. Omigosh, I never thought I'd say I'd want another writer over Dini for a Gotham Girls-type story, but can we pleeeeeease just have Scott Lobdell writing this now? Or, better yet, give him his own Riddler book. Do it, DC. Do it right now. *points meaningfully* And put José Luis García-López as the artist. He's made of perfect.

Outside of the still-burned-in-my-mind-for-being-so-fantastically-perfect Batman Confidential #26-28, it's probably the best Riddler I've read in ages. Certainly a perfect reformed-Riddler. Willing to do good, not exactly remorseful about his past, but a little...unenthusiastic about it ("That's...an old picture.") Snarky, and absolutely certain he's the smartest cat in the alley. Interesting banter with Dick!Batman ("Alison, this is the Batman. That Batman, Alison." "I'm leaving now."), and arguably one of my favorite Riddler lines ever ("For the record, it's killing me not to ask you 'Why is this man smiling?'")

I've really been wanting some good reformed Riddler stuff, especially since that post on noscans_daily. There's just so much potential there, notsomuch for deep, important events as much as just some good, fun, noir-ish stories about an interesting and entertaining character. C'mon, DC.

(Also...anyone else less than enthused by the art? Not terrible, but just...I dunno, so sharp and angular. Don't really care for it).
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2009|09:38 am]
New page of Booster and Beetle's Awesome Adventures

Slowly, I will get the hang of doing weekly updates. Then, hopefully, we'll move onto bi-weekly updates. My goal is to be producing at least three pages of comic a week (two normal style, one BBAA), and build a decent portfolio in that time.

I need to go ahead and make graphics for this thing. I hate making graphics. Schtoopid Graphic Design...I'll just use comic sans. And Jokerman. Yeah...

And because of Scrubs, "I'll Follow You Into the Dark" has been stuck in my head all day. I hate that song. It's so pretty, the lyrics are very nice, poetic, good imagery and all, love the metaphor. But it's such a freaking creepy song! Ah well.
Can't wait to get home. The fun part of the project starts today. Granted, it's all been kinda fun.
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(no subject) [Sep. 28th, 2009|08:51 am]
[music |"The Mayhem of the Music Meister" -- Batman: The Brave and the Bold]

For the record--there is so much crap in our kitchen. SO MUCH CRAP! And, well, in the rest of the house too. No wonder I've never been able to get organized. I mean, nice-and-neat isn't exactly easy for me in the best of circumstances, but when anything you put down automatically goes on top of fifty years worth of clutter, well...

I have only one question--Why do we have so many dishes? I mean, huge Italian family and eating and all that, but I know I've never seen that one with the tulips before in all my 24 years.

...
Two questions, actually. Why is "Mayhem of the Music Meister" so gosh-darn catchy? It won't go away!
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(no subject) [Sep. 26th, 2009|08:59 pm]
I think this weekend was exactly what I needed. Specifically, I really just needed to spend some time with Cat--I miss my Kitzchen. (And I can't believe I still use that horribly misspelled nickname.) It was Good Times.

The 13th Gate was actually kind of cool. ( In the dark lurk...SpookehThings! )

Would I go again...eh, probably not. At the end of the day, just like being thrown in karate, I just don't like being scared. It's really freaking cool to look at all the detail and character they throw in, but since I don't let myself play along, I feel like I miss out. On the other hand, considering that I've really been needing a nice hug all week, getting a thirty-minute-long cuddle is nice.

Also, that and watching Cat play video games made me realize the untapped potential in the haunted house marked. What we really need is a well-done haunted house...of Arkham Asylum.


Seriously, think of it. Okay, you go in, and it's just the normal entrance and all, doctors, nurses, security. Get in the elevator with a security guard who's talking about how stupid it is to visit and this one time that--and then the elevator "breaks." Guard starts calling for help on his 2-way, then the Joker's voice comes in over the intercom, welcoming you to Arkham, and hoping to put a smile on your face. Cue green smoke coming from the vent. Elevator doors open slowly, but it's too late, because your guard is already cackling like a maniac and clawing at you as you escape.

You'd get Poison Ivy's greenhouse, with thick plants that you have to push through and misshapen man-plant-things lurching for you. Mad Hatter can have an Alice in Wonderland set-up. Riddler you'd probably encounter early, probably in a straightjacket, rocking back and forth and reciting creepy riddles. At some point you wind up in the sewer/basement, where Killer Croc lurks, gnawing on the severed limbs of guards. For Bane, you'd have to go through his cell at some point--a pitch black area where you can just barely make out his shape, chained against the wall, struggling, grunting, and huge. Sometime later you have to take another elevator, with its own dead, Joker-gassed guard sitting in the corner, grinning up at you the whole time. All the while, those creepy blue-light asylum bulbs flicker off and on, and there's an electric humm in the air.

Y'know...it's just a thought.
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(no subject) [Sep. 25th, 2009|09:20 am]
I need to get the heck out of the house and see folks besides the same three people (I love you guys), so I'm planning on visiting Cat & Co in Baton Rogue today.

They're planning on visiting The 13th Gate.

For the record, this has apparently been ranked as the nations best Haunted House two years running. Looking at it, it clearly has an amazing level of artistry and talent put into it.

( Trying to talk the jitters out )


On a completely different note, I've gone ahead and written the next several pages for Booster and Beetle's Awesome Adventures. I really don't know why I'm going on such a dark note with what should be a cute, wacky series.
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(no subject) [Sep. 23rd, 2009|08:36 am]
So a bit of spam mail just happened to have the phrase "Sylvanian Families" in it...and I clicked.

Y HLLO THAR CHILDHOOD!

For the record, I'm almost 100% that this was also known as Maple Town when I was wee.

I...I don't know what it is about tiny things, or why the concept that I could build an entire little town, completely with nurseries and shops and toilets and parks, and all the teeny-tiny things that would logically go with appeals to me so much. I mean, tiny things are cute, and every now and again, I think it would be fun to mess with those Pulip doll things, but really only about $5 worth of fun at most for me. But teeny-tiny things where you can build an entire society for adorable rabbits and mousies and badgers and kitties? I...I want to play.

And then I realize that these are mostly geared towards adults, most of whome would merely set up something and leave it, and no, I want to play.

...

It's the same weird impulse that makes me want to break into Ster's room and play with his Space Police and Pirate Legos. The Alien Garage has a hidden flip-away section with illegal weapons!
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BEEEEEEEEES! [Sep. 22nd, 2009|09:44 am]
So. Yesterday was a bit of an adventure.

I drove up to mom's, way out in the country. Walking up the driveway, I notice that there's a weedwacker, lying on the ground near the fence, still going full blast. A note to those who have not been to my mother's house: It is basically located in the same place as every horror-movie-in-the-woods. It's old, it's secluded, it's got a barn and a house-sized bonfire area, and on the other side of the fence are some very big woods. So...the menacing whirr of diesel-powered blades with no person manning them...is a little uncomfortable.

Get to the house, no, everyone's fine. Mostly. Jack hears my voice and miserably calls out "BEES!"
Apparently, we now have a problem with bees. They were in the ground, he got 'em with a weedwhacker, and they got him back. They got him good.

Seven is a lot of bee stings.

Mom was being pretty blase about it, because she and Doc had been stung a couple of times earlier that week. We couldn't get the weedwhacker to turn it off because there was still a massive cloud of bees over it, as pissed off as anything.

Poor kid had me good and scared, too. His voice was all groggy and thick. He was okay for awhile; he's kind of a wuss, and we figured he was just playing up his injuries, but then mom realised just how warm he was. So there was some time with him lying on the couch, bright red, except for his fingers and toes(pale), and me changing out the various iced cloths on his head and stings every few minutes. They'd be ice cold going on, two minutes later, they were hot. Not warm, hot.
Then he threw up, said his vision was a bit blurry, and mom decided, okay, emergency room time. But we get there, notice that half the people waiting are wearing flu masks (mom is really freaked out by swine flu), and that Jack's color is a lot better and his fever broke (well, between the two of us, there was a lot of praying in the car). So we just load up and go back home. He seemed better by the time I finally left, so thank God for that.

So, yeah. He's still my dorky brother, because even in the groggy fever state, he had one thing to say: "Bees. My God."

Bee-Man has the ability to feel great pain.
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Random life updates [Sep. 15th, 2009|08:38 am]
[music |"Allergies" -- BareNaked Ladies]

Had a dream last night where I was a Blue Lantern. Apparently, we knew exactly when the Zombie Apocolypse/Black Lantern uprising was gonna happen, and we were running around, putting safeguards in place and making sure everyone we could trust had a little plastic ring, a special box, and...idunno, I think it was a bottle of holy water, or something. It was almost like playing a game. "Okay, we're ready now. You can do the zombie thing!"
The actual attack was sort of Ghostbusters-y. Zap with the ring and a prayer, beat the zombie senseless, and take the ring off and put it in the box quick before it could reform. Actually, I think there was a bit of the Denerians from Dresden Files about it. Oddly enough, there were no actual DC characters.

I would totally be a Blue Lantern.

Saw 9. I think it was a perfectly executed short story. Sterling's brother complained about it needing to be longer, but I don't think it was necessary. Nothing wrong with being longer, but it didn't need the padding. Fast-paced, well-acted. Anything that actually makes me jump out of my seat, or start chanting for a character to run under my breath has pretty much succeeded in telling me a good story.

Also, the Twins are adorable, and I want them to hang out in my room, catalogue all my books, and blink information at me when I need it. 5 can come too. Hell, so can 6. We'll give him his own little corner he can be crazy in.

The con crud has mostly disappeared, and instead been replaced with ALLERGIES! YAAAY!

I am so behind on everything. I still feel fuzzy. And I feel like I've got a boatload to do, but it's all equally important and I have no idea where to start...so I wind up doing nothing. Also, feeling a little antsy, because it's fall, and I feel like someone's about to screw me over (it's a conditioned response to autumn, sadly enough).
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(no subject) [Sep. 9th, 2009|06:54 pm]
So, in spite of my paranoia and best efforts, I appear to have been stricken by the Con Crud.

It's actually fairly likely that this has nothing to do with being in a crowded place for four days, and more to do with being in a car for eight-ten hours a day on two seperate days. The trip from Lafayette to Savannah and back usually resulted in a kind of ugh day or three, and it started mostly as my nose just feeling really dry. Now it's mostly turned into a stuffy head, so it's nothing terrible. Just a bit woozy.

Interview with the city nurse on Friday, and if that's all good, then God willing, I'll start at the library. Hooray.

Need to get on the ball. Gotta draw. Gotta e-mail people. Can't remember who I was supposed to e-mail. I'm sure I marked the card (with an "MM" though for the life of me, I can't remember why), but none of the business cards I can find have anything written on them.

Anyway. Stuff's groovy.
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(no subject) [Sep. 8th, 2009|11:13 am]
So, yes. That was the responsible part. Here comes the irresponsible part. Or the just-for-fun part.

I can't really remember everything. I wish I'd had internets so I could've done a day-by-day thing, but then I still probably wouldn't've. The trip up was awesome. I love it when we all (mostly) get together, especially for road-trips, because singing will ensue. I think the best moment was when we all sang "Seasons of Love" at the top of our lungs, then just started laughing like crazy at the end. Not because it was funny, or stupid, but because we just felt good (or, at least, I did).

Actually didn't see much of the gang once the Con hit full swing. We have different nerdly interests, hit different panels (or in my case, very few panels). ( But I know I spent waaaaay too much money )

( Went to a Might Fine Shindig )

Didn't hit many panels. The Crow vs Crow was great, but I wish I'd hit another MST3K panel as well, because I desperately wanted to meet Mary Jo Pehl. There were a lot of celebs that it would've been cool to meet, but I eventually decided that I'd rather just take in the Con instead of meeting actors for a quick photo and handshake. I actually wound up going to a few filking sessions, just because they were easy to wander in and out of. It's a little sad, small, and pathetic, but also kind of fun. Like, you all know you're kind of dorks, even for dorks, but it's a safe place. Witnessed a classic Con moment, learned some fun tunes, and even played and sang what I remembered of "It's Curtains for Sirius Black." I'd like to actually finish a song or three for next time.

Of course, the highlight for me was the Friday Night cosplay.


( ROGUES REPRESENT!!! )

I want to do it all again next year. I don't know if there'll be a Rogues group, but I sure hope so. And even if there isn't, it was so awesome this time around. Sweet.

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Dragon*Con Part 1 (In Which Laura is moderately responsible) [Sep. 8th, 2009|09:23 am]
Alright.

Dragon*Con.

Firstly, let's just say this. It was awesome. I didn't even do a third of the panels I intended to, and I still had an unbelievable time. I'm not even sure where to begin.

So I'll begin with the responsible stuff, unlike how I actually approached my weekend.

( Heidi's superpower is apparently a photogenic memory )

( Artists Alley, critiques, and Great Big Sea )

So yeah. WOOOH! That was so much crazy fun. Makes me all excited (and a little retro-actively embarrased) just thinking of it.

But overall, I'm just amazed by how nice everyone is at a con. I appreciate them all taking the time to talk to me, to look at my work, and to give me honest critique. And...just...ah, everyone's wonderful!

I love Con good-will.


(Next, I post about the everything else).
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(no subject) [Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:18 am]
...
In other news, I have another corneal ulcer. This is the third one. Basically, it's a little white line along the rim of my iris. I have no idea why I keep getting these. They say it's usually wearing contacts that cause them, but I haven't worn contacts in years. Like, the last time was probably the first MechaCon I went to. But driving to work this morning...yowch. (For the record, there's sensitivity to light, which is what made me really notice it. Made actually driving very hard, because I couldn't keep that eye open, and I'm tired enough that closing one makes me want to close the other.

I wonder if I should try and go to the Optomistrist tomorrow morning just to get some drops. I feel like a real exam shouldn't even be necessary--he's already seen this twice (okay, once. The first one was in Savannah). Heck, I might still have some drops, but I'd be wary about using old ones, so that's out.

Mostly, these things just go away and stop bothering me after a bit. I thought the first one scarred, but I can't even find it, so I guess not.


What's really got me worried is contacts. I found a fresh pair. I need to wear contacts for my cosplay, because it involves a mask. I don't want to wander around the Con fuzzy or half-blind (though maybe I could pull it off).

Well, I don't dress out until Friday afternoon. Hopefully, this'll be clear by then, but I'll probably just do one contact, or carry my case and glasses with me just in case when I'm in costume. ...Probably call the doc this afternoon, but man, that's one more expense, and I don't think my insurance covers it. *grumpy*
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(no subject) [Sep. 2nd, 2009|08:22 am]
God bless Sterling. I stayed up crazy-late last night, inking the last two pages that I'm going to put in the mini-comic, and I don't think I would've had the willpower unless he stayed in my studio with me, brainstorming directions for the story to go. As a result, when I just wanted some technical jargon for Skeets to babble off as a MacGuffin, we wound up with the basis for an elseworlds story so cool that it makes me hope that sometime in the not-too-distant future, one of us would be in a position to make it official.

So, anyway, done that. Just need to add the words to the pages, figure out how to print the minicomic, and run off...I dunno, what, 50 copies? I'm not selling it or anything, but I'd like to be able to give one to just about any professional I say more than two words to, and still have some left over just to, y'know, give out for funsies. I wish I'd managed to finish "How's Tricks" or the Doctor Who fancomic promo (because then I'd be committed to starting it in October), but it's what it is.

Costume's...mostly done. Need to finish the bun covers (I'm doing ondangos just so I can shorten my crazy-long hair enough to make cutesy pigtails), finish deepening one of the pockets, hem the pants and add an extra panel over the zipper, print out and iron on the patches, paint my shoes blue, and paint a couple of balls to look like T-bombs. Oh, and I need to sew up a quick portfolio case, and safety-pin some polka-dot blue fabric to the bag I'm gonna use as Trickster (but I can totally do that much in the car.


Eeee! I just found out that the guy who was gonna be Original!Trickster is going to be able to come after all (zombied or not...not sure). AWESOME! Means we totally get to take Trickster vs Trickster photo ops (and also, hey, more real!Trickster is just plain delicious. And there's gonna be a Toad too!) So that's pretty groovy right there. I really shouldn't, but I'm almost considering doing the Saturday parade if all the other Rogues are gonna be there.


And in other news, it's officially Fall. Granted, I felt this way last Tuesday, but last night there was that undeniable scent of woodsmoke and cold coming in the air. Love it!
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