Monday, September 1

Some pictures say it all

Bridal Dew I promised more pictures, and here's one of my favorites. Let's face it, people: You can put the woman in a fancy dress, slather on the makeup and false eyelashes, and throw jewelry and a manicure in the mix, but she's still the same Jen. I always do the Dew, even on my wedding day.

My friend Lisa Scanlon Mogolov got this great shot, but our fantastic photographers Max and Cyndi from Hitched Studios got even more. Check them out on their blog, if you're so inclined. I'll try to make this my last wedding post, but somehow, it seems unlikely.

Wednesday, August 6

Sadie, Sadie, married lady

So, we did it! We got married, and it was fucking awesome. I'm slowly getting back to non-wedding related things (like blogging, and reading, and sleeping through the night), but it's kind of sad to realize it's all over. It was a fantastic wedding, and it was so good to be surrounded by friends and family and lots of alcohol. It's weird not having that thing to focus on anymore, and it's a little weird having the two rings on my left hand now, but I'm getting used to it. I'd say that this will be my last wedding post, but you know that's not true. I haven't even seen the professional photos yet! Until then, the last picture I took all gussied up on my wedding day:

Thursday, May 22

Always on my mind

These days, my upcoming wedding is pretty much on my mind all the time. I don't want to blog about it too much, because there's not much more boring than hearing some chick complain about choosing her "colors" or floral arrangements or linens -- most of that stuff bores me, and I'm the freaking bride here. That said, we're reaching the "threat level orange" stage of Jen's anxiety. I keep having the weirdest dreams -- some directly related to the wedding (like the one where I put on my wedding gown and it was see-through) and some not (I'll just leave it at dinosaur killer-robot buildings).

I did manage to pull something useful out of all this wedding worry, however: work. My awesome alumnae magazine published my essay on choosing a wedding gown -- the first essay I've had published! It's an accomplishment. It also snagged me this sweet-ass wedding-cake topper. I'm totally taking this lady everywhere with me and putting her in photos throughout the wedding, just like the traveling gnome. Don't say you weren't warned.

Sunday, May 11

Of blogs and widgets

I don't blog as much as I used to, or even as much as I'd like to -- I'd like to blame Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and the million other media tools we have now, but truthfully, it's all my own doing (or lack of doing). My love of this blog, however, is unchanged, and I stubbornly refuse to give it up, despite the world and my own life moving forward. This is all spurred, of course, by a simple thing: I had to change my Blogger template. All Consuming, my favorite site for keeping track of what I'm reading, watching, and listening to is going away, so I've had to make do with a Goodreads widget. Don't get me wrong; I like Goodreads a lot, too. It's just I'm not a fan of the widget. Bygones. You'll still be kept current on what I'm reading, which is something I'm sure you're all excited to know, and I'll still keep trying to blog more.

Saturday, April 5

Truth

Truth
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

Quoting

"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