Saturday, April 5


Truer words were never written on cotton and made into a t-shirt, people.

Thursday, April 3

Geek girl's first con

WelcomeOver the weekend, J.R. and I went to Emerald City Comic Con -- it was my first time at ECCC and my first con ever, really. (Unless you count work conferences that center on publishing, and since I did get to talk to the editor of Playboy, perhaps it should count? Bygones.) J.R. and the kids have been going the past few years, and I've been too busy with work to take off for a Friday through Sunday escapade to hang out with out other geeked-out fans. Until now!

I have to admit, it was pretty awesome, and not just because I got to see multiple panels on Supernatural, my current TV obsession of choice. (Okay, it was due in large part to all things Supernatural.) I got to see Nichelle Nichols (Lt. Uhura to those who don't know) help a couple get engaged; I got to see many, many tricked out costumes (we can't figure out why Poison Ivy is such a popular costume, but our weekend tally was somewhere around 19 Ivys); and I got to see both Jim Beaver and Mark Sheppard (Bobby and Crowley!) twice (and Kevin Chan, aka Osric Chau, lined up for a question for Mark). In sum, it was fucking awesome. I highly recommend, and I hope I can go again next year.

More pictures here, but really, a phone camera can only do so much, people.

Monday, March 17

Post-post-Oscar watch

Despite all my best intentions to see Oscar-nominated movies before the actual Oscars occurred, life had other plans. (Were they wedding-related plans? Sure. Were they generally a pain in the ass? You betcha.) Bygones. The point is this: I finally saw American Hustle and Gravity, in an attempt to discern what all the fuss was about and to determine if Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence should only act in movies together in the future.

First up was American Hustle, because it was supposed to be comedy and Gravity was only still available for viewing in 3-D, and that shit gives me a headache. American Hustle was fantastic and strange and often awkward funny, but still great. Christian Bale, as usual, loses himself in the role, and although Bradley and Jennifer didn't really have any scenes together, by the fact that I didn't hate him in the movie, nor think of him as Bradley Cooper the entire time, I decree that they should, in fact, only act in movies together.

We caught Gravity last night, and I was forced to succumb to the non-existent joys of 3-D. The movie was gorgeous and often almost breathtaking, but I felt that the 3-D actually distracted from the cinematography (which was the strongest character in the movie). I did end up with a headache by the end, but my love for Sandra Bullock and George Clooney was reaffirmed.

Sunday, March 16


"Most people seemed satisfied with the thin decorative glaze and the artful stage lighting that, sometimes, made the bedrock atrocity of the human predicament look somewhat more mysterious or less abhorrent. People gambled and golfed and planted gardens and traded stocks and had sex and bought new cars and practiced yoga and worked and prayed and redecorated their homes and got worked up over the news and fussed over their children and gossiped about their neighbors and pored over restaurant reviews and founded charitable organizations and supported political candidates and attended the U.S. Open and dined and traveled and distracted themselves with all kinds of gadgets and devices, flooding themselves incessantly with information and texts and communication and entertainment from every direction to try to make themselves forget it: where we were, what we were. But in a strong light there was no good spin you could put on it."
-- The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt

Thursday, March 6

Excuse me

What happened to February?

Friday, January 10

Wednesday, January 8

Things HGTV doesn't tell you

Having more than one bathroom means you have to clean more than one bathroom.

Tuesday, December 31

Just one more

I met my personal book challenge a few books ago (I was aiming for 55 and I hit 57), but I really, really wanted to finish off The Book Thief before the new year. Mission accomplished. 58, bitches!

And what better way to ring in the new year than crying over a great book? Good times.

Sunday, November 3

Not quite like the old days

Whilst many in the Boston area were enjoying yesterday's victory parade, I was mourning the loss of my beloved willow tree. We had a wind storm (a somewhat common occurrence here in the Pacific Northwest), and it just knocked our beautiful tree over. Luckily, it didn't hit our house, our neighbors house, or the car. This did mean, however, that I would not be spending my Saturday following the parade on TV, watching massive episodes of my new-found love, Supernatural, or anything else fun or relaxing. Also luckily, J.R. and I've got some awesome friends who came over to help with the work of clearing the driveway and removing enough of the tree to make our lives livable until we can get a professional out to take it all away.

Anyway, yesterday's parade reminded me of how happy I was during the 2004 parade, and also how wet. Yesterday, I was quite wet, as well, but not nearly as happy.

Friday, October 25

A touch of fall

A taste of fall
Just to remind me when I forget that the sun does actually shine here. Sometimes.