mas photos de Dragon*Con 28

Ariel the mermaid
(odd how similar
the name is
to that of
yesterday's cosplay
- coincidence?),
replete in sail dress
and new legs,
takes a moment to visit
the octopus
astride this
steampunk Victorian vehicle.
Sebastian is not amused by the lack of attention to him.
After finding the octopus
to be no one she knew,
Ariel moved on.

Oceanic
Steampunk
Adventures?
A Norwegian troll hunter?
Finding (Captain) Nemo?
Mermaids trapped by Robots in Atlantis?
Craziness, for sure...
but my kind of crazy!

Dr. Horrible, his Freeze Ray in hand!
Dr. Horrible, after acceptance into the Evil League of Evil!
And even an aging, post-defeat, Hammer!!!
The best part of the Whedon Universe costume contest?
Right here with me, dear,
right here with me!!!
The first Dr, Horrible even gave me his container of Wonderflonium!!!
He must know I'm a chemist, not a fairy princess.
Wow, he is good!!!

And what would a
Whedon Universe
costume contest be
without characters from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"?
Not much, that's what!
Spike, on the left, is the one I want.
Come on over and bite me sometime, big boy...

And how about bringing
Captain America
and Thor
with you?
No need for them to remain
in S.H.I.E.L.D.,
missing the fun.
They can even
keep their boots on... rawr!

Settle down now, girlie!
That's not how those Canada pop stars do things!
Robin Sparkles reminds me
that girl fun can be had in more mundane ways!
"Let's Go To THE MALL!"
(smile!)

Oh, Minion!

My Minion!

How wonderful to see you here!

But however did you grow so tall?

Perhaps that is for the best.

The better to be seen,
my dear,
the better to be seen!

Then,
off I'm
whisked
on a flight of fancy
with Hiccup
and my
very most favorite
Night Fury dragon
ever,
Toothless!
What a glorious ride!

And, at the end of my day, to be greeted by Odd Lotters from home - what a sweet surprise!
My continued greetings, and hugs, to Thomas, Chris, and John - see your zany improv some Monday night, y'all!

highlights of dragon*con 28

I wish I had seen such a lovely beast while there!
True, quite a few of the lovelies in the Art Show certainly caught my gaze, but none imprinted upon me.
So, there they stayed.
This photo?
I took it outside StarCastle right here in town, while attending Samuel's 10th birthday party.

Here we are,
fresh and shiny,
first thing in the morning
at the MARTA train station!
The BFF, her bellydancin' pal, the daughter, and yours truly!

High point!!!
There the girl-child
and I were,
just wandering through
yet another crowd
of costumed folk...
and there HE was!!!

BEAKER!!!

Of course I asked to have my photo taken with him!
Fairy princess dress,
braids,
kickstarter-backed dustbunny,
and all!

Oh my! Gee golly! W O W!!!
It's Groot!!!
The little dancing Groot, coming back to life as only he can!
We were in the Walk of Fame and literally turned a corner to see him as he waltzed in.
Of course I took a photo...
even though it was clearly posted to not do so...
but I did anyway!

I'm an outlaw!!!
Just like Groot.
(smile)
So is Aela,
huntress of Skyrim,
my gallant companion
on this quest for dragons.
No dragons today, but treasure:
birthday greetings and love
from Billy Boyd!
A most successful quest, I say!

water hazards and golf

The joke:
God, Jesus, and Moses are playing golf one day.
Things are going well until they get to the hole with the water hazard blocking the green.
How to best proceed?
Moses is first to tee off. Before he strikes the ball, though, he stands tall, back straight, arms at his sides. Then, slowly, he raises his arms and moves them far apart. As he does this, the water parts down the middle, roiling and rolling, but leaving a clear, dry path straight to the green. Moses then takes his shot, easily landing the ball within an easy putt to the hole.
God and Jesus give polite golf claps to acknowledge his skill.
Then Jesus steps up for his turn. The ball lands squarely in the water. No worries! He walked over and onto the water, then took a second swing. The ball sailed out of the drink and up to the green, landing mere inches from the hole.
Nicely played, the others agreed.
God then approached the tee for his turn. As his ball is sailing toward the hole, it lands in the water, too. But not for long! A catfish swims to the surface and spits the ball into the air! Then a hawk swoops down and catches the ball, carrying it over the green and dropping it - but just short of the hole. Then a mole burrows up from under the ball, tilting it and causing it to roll right in for a hole in one!!!
Moses and Jesus just stood there and looked at the green and their two balls perched upon it.
Then they looked at God.
"Dad," Jesus said, "it's just a game!"

* * * * *

I have a problem with this joke.
You know, similar to the problem I had with the joke about the physics of hell.
On the surface or to someone uninformed, the above is funny.
However, the receiver of the joke is being asked to believe that Moses, by his own power, was able to control the movement of water.
Moses did not part the sea on his own, folks. Right?
Moses was just a man. He was only able to perform that feat because he was acting as the vessel for God's power.
God parted the sea.
The receiver of the joke is also asked to believe that Jesus had the power to bypass gravity and density in order to walk on water.
Jesus was not able to perform that feat on his own, folks. Right.
Jesus was just a man. He was able to walk on water because God circumvented physical laws and enabled his doing so.
God was there, holding Jesus up.
If that was all true in the ancient world, then it would certainly still hold water on a modern golf course.
Right?
Any incredible acts performed by either Moses or Jesus would be by the grace of God.
I really think I'm right on this one.
Please, do feel free to comment, though.

ggbd 2011

i can’t believe this day slipped up on me. i have been SO trapped by my parental units’ game-playing that one of the most important days of THE YEAR started without me even acknowledging it. How did that happen???
i know what you’re thinking, how unlike me to be getting so worked up, right? Cool, detached, THAT is more like ME. But here i am USING CAPS and far too many exclamation points!!! That is so wrong and yet i cannot stop doing it. Maybe my mom is right and I’m hormonal. Do goth girls even HAVE hormones???
Cripes. Shite. Fourteen is a very strange number. As two weeks it’s somewhat workable, but as an age it’s … it’s… idk, just not quite as dark as it should be, yk? i’ve talked to my grandmother – yeah, like THAT wasn’t an odd thing to do, but she was here and mom wasn’t, yet again. Speaking of people who weren’t here, my paternal parent came back over the ocean and DIDN”T EVEN COME HOME. Why, did i scare him away? Is that why he and my mom may get d-i-v-o-r-c-e-d, because of me and my dark hair and dark nails and dark clothes?? i was told he has a woman in Texas that he's been staying with for two weeks. i'm trying to stay detached, but it's more like numb.
Life has just become too complex lately. Why can’t i have it like it was this time last year? i didn’t even get to go to Dragon*Con last year and that was totally wrong. My mom’s BFF was like trying to be funny and she said “well, if Alan Ruck won’t be there, then I think I’ll not go, either”. For real, she said that. Ever since he touched her hand in 2009 I think she’s had a little crush on him. For REAL. Shouldn't people stop having crushes when they reach a certain age, like, idk, 25 or something?
Anyway, since she wouldn’t be coming, we didn’t go. i think my dad was in Texas then, too. Just wrong. So for Labor Day weekend, i wore extra heavy eyeliner and black lipstick and dressed up like the punk goth schoolgirl i am ANYWAY. For the whole three days. Around the house it really didn’t even raise an eyebrow, but that was fine. i went to MY BFF’s house and we looked at the pictures from 2008’s Dragon*Con. My stupid older brother and me went for the first time that year, with my mom’s BFF and her friend Sam Johnson. He wasn’t able to walk, so he had a scooter, and that was pretty cool. He had been to LOTS of Dragon*Cons and was a lot of fun! But he’s dead now and i don’t know if Dragon*Con is even worth it to me without him. YK?

melding

On this Eve of my departure for my second-ever Dragon*Con, I have spent the last few hours putting together packages of memories. Yes, tomorrow, I leave to attend an incredible conglomeration of science, fantasy, and science fiction, from films to comic books to works of fiction throughout the years. This time, I will again attend with my best friend's teenaged children, as I did last year when we all had our virgin encounter with this wondrous beast. We will attend in memory of our guide, Sam "Blaxstone" Johnson, aka the Fickle Fat Fudge Fiend. His enthusiasm and love of the show fueled our own, encouraging us to participate in the story tale unfolding before us.
Some few weeks ago, I had received the tribute dvd, shown above, created by Sam's niece. I finally found a program which allowed me to make duplicate dvds, sans the fancy cd label, and have created six for Sam's friends scattered around the world. Literally. Although most will go to homes in the States, one will travel to Australia, to a woman for whom Sam almost forsook us. It occurred to me that the timing was perfect. As I am venturing off to create new memories, I am sharing old memories with friends far and near. My planets of my irregular galaxy must be aligning...