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This just in! Gay people = toe cancer.
Also, gays are worse than terrorists and all of Islam is a threat to America and the Ancient Greek civilization only lasted a few decades. I know you were taught in schools that it lasted centuries, but that’s because our children are being indoctrinated, not educated.
Just so we’re clear on that.
Woo, finished the dye job on my Delirium wig! Nice to know that if I can’t get the extensions to look right, it’ll still look totally awesome without them!
Now, time to play some more…
Okay, time to go to sleep. But when I wake up, it’ll be time to play some more! I shall dream of playing. Take that!
Four die when New York City crane collapses.
Yet amid the tragedy… “John PlaGreco, who owns Fu Bar in the crushed building…”
It’s like something out of a Jasper Fforde novel.
Wow! I just heard from several people that apparently were not aware that this morning’s image of scrumptious Pear and Cheese Pie was my own! Let me set the record straight: YES! It is mine! MINE, ALL MINE! Well, Kristin’s too. :D
As proof, here is Kristin fighting the impulse to submerge her face in the fresh-out-of-the-oven pie, knowing that such an act will likely be as painfully scalding as it is delicious.
Suggested caption: “To omnom, or not to omnom?”
WOOHOO, Pi Day was a resounding success! We decided to order pizza rather than make it, as making the dough from scratch required more prep time than we were prepared to offer, but the pie making was lots of fun! I originally wanted to do my famous Apricot and Ginger Pie, but as apricots are a summer fruit, Whole Foods didn’t have any. Boo. Instead, I chose to go with a Pear and Cheese Pie, as pear was one of the few tasty-looking fruits available. Also, it’s reminiscent of Chuck’s Pear and Gruyere Pie on Pushing Daisies.
As promised, as we made the pie, we had the pilot of Pushing Daisies on in the background. It turns out Kristin hadn’t seen the pilot, so she kept sneaking glances as she zested the lemon and I chopped the pear into mildly obsessive-compulsive slivers. So ridiculously cute!
We each ate a slice (yuuuuuuuuuuuummmm!), and Kristin set aside a slice to take home, then I gave the rest to my neighbors.
HAPPY PI DAY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD BITE!
It’s Pi Day on a Friday!
*calls friends and makes a list of ingredients for pizza pie and a yet-to-be-determined fruit pie*
PI(E) PARTY!
Maybe we can have episodes of Pushing Daisies on in the background…
Some links for joo:
New Wall-E Trailer. Not so sure about the story, but GUH the lighting is beautiful!
3-Year-Old Summarizes Star Wars
Idioms in Code — I’m pleased to see that my computer science degree has come in handy for something! I got all but three of them.
Dollhouse casting sides leaked! Read them while they’re still up!
Pratchett Funds Alzheimer’s Study
Fic Rec: Sam’s Trying to Communicate. Torchwood + LOLCATS.
EEEEEEEEEEEE NEIL GAIMAIN IS COMING TO NEW YORK COMIC CON!!!!
This makes my choice to make a Delirium costume even more perfect.
And wow, what a perfect opportunity to squee about the current state of my wig! My success with the Maeve wig gave me great confidence, and I’m taking another leap in wig making ambition!
As Delirium looks different every time she appears in the Sandman series, I’m not worried about perfectly recreating a specific look, so long as I get the general vibe right. My main inspiration is this image. I loved the idea of having one side very short and one side long and curly! My short side will be longer than hers, as I have no desire to buzz my head, but it’s the same general idea. Mine will be short, scruffy, and dyed in a rainbow of colors on one side, then long, curly, and a blend of bright red and dark cherry red with sporadic yellow accents on the other side. The fiber for the extensions hasn’t arrived yet (it should have arrived yesterday, boo. Maybe today?), but I won’t be able to actually sew the wefts I make into the wig until I finish the dye job anyway. The dye job will take several more sessions to complete, as I can only dye small amounts at a time to avoid the colors mixing and looking muddy and gross.
Anyway, pictures! Here’s how it looked on me the day before yesterday, but did a LOT last night, and here’s where we are now: side, front, and 3/4 view. The color is getting a bit too chunky for my taste towards the back–I prefer the more feathery look of the bangs. Fortunately, it’ll be a really easy fix to add in some steaks of color to break them up. I looooooooooove this dye recipe!
I’m still working out what I want to do for the costume itself. The big, shapeless coat is a must, but I want the costume beneath it to be solid on its own, in case I get too hot at the con. Tattered fishnets are a must, but my Molly costume brought home that once I start the tear, I have no idea how to keep them from falling apart completely. With Molly, what started out as artistically ripped fishnets that morning ended the day as an unwearable, shredded mess. I’m sure there’s something obvious I’m missing. Can anyone provide insight?
As far as shoes are concerned, I’m considering a few alternatives:
1) Nasty old boots,
2) Ridiculous sparkly gold shoes I saw in a thrift store that were actually in my size and I can’t believe I didn’t get them,
3) A nasty old boot on one foot and a sparkly gold shoe on the other provided the height difference wasn’t noticable, or
4) Galoshes.
Think I could be comfortable walking around a con in galoshes all day? Or would my feet get sweaty and gross? I haven’t worn galoshes since I was ikkle and wee. Anyway, I’m currently leaning towards #3. I’ll have to go back to that thrift store and see if those ridiculous gold shoes are still there. I might also have to revisit that awesome $5 shoe place where I got my Maeve shoes. I’m amazed at how well those things have held up!
And that’s all I have to say about that. Except…
Fans of Sandman series should probably put down their drinks at this point, as not to end up with a keyboard full of Dr. Pepper. Ganked from moony’s LJ.
In totally unrelated news, signups for the Dresden Files ficathon close Monday. Don’t forget!
Saturday morning and afternoon were spent in consternation, as I spent the day at work. I was the only Character person in attendance, so people kept piling stuff on me, and Maya and Motionbuilder were especially buggy, and there was angst. At one point, I suggested we get an office watermelon, so whenever we wanted to stab the software we could stab it, and then cut off a piece to eat because watermelon is delicious and full of nutrients. The combination of stabbing + deliciousness + nutrition should soothe any stray frustration in a constructive manner. Silly coworkers didn’t think I was serious!
Anyway, the day’s woes were more than compensated for by my FANTASTIC evening! Em of the NYC Browncoats wrangled a group of us to see the new Vampire Cowboys show, Fight Girl Battle World. They’re a delightfully geeky group that creates original productions with comic book stylings and an emphasis on stage combat. I’d heard great things about two of their previous shows, Men of Steel and Living Dead in Denmark, but this would be the first I’d actually get to attend. I joined up with Kristin, Josie, Gypsy, Em, and the gang, and together we all laughed until we cried. I can’t remember the last occasion I’ve laughed so hard for such a sustained length of time!
The next morning, I went to Kristin’s place, stopping by Whole Foods on the way. I made us omelettes with spinach, feta, sauteed onion, and tomato, which were OUT OF THIS WORLD DELICIOUS, then we sat down to watch (and heckle) the Star Wars prequel trilogy. We nerded out, nitpicking all the inconsistencies and hooting over all the painful dialogue.
Episode I was every bit as awful as I remembered. Actually, it was more awful, as my psyche had somehow managed to bury the memory of the “Are you an angel?” conversation. Though Jar Jar is far more tolerable when you imagine he’s being roleplayed by some nerd’s kid sister.
Episode II, on the other hand, was far better. The action to dialogue ratio far surpassed that of its predecessor, and George Lucas knows how to do action! Heck, if you just cut out Anakin’s creepy stalker act and leashed his occasional whiny emo tangents, it would be a pretty neat little movie! Kristin and I were very pleasantly surprised. We also decided Padme’s attraction to him is the result of a Jedi mind trick, as Anakin is four years old.
Between II and III, we went out for a walk, off in search of food. Eventually we settled on (shock) Whole Foods, where Kristin got taco and I got lentil soup and an abundance of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. We feel Episode III was considerably improved by the addition of alcohol, and we regretted not thinking of it during Episode I.
Episode III was somewhat bipolar. There was plenty of awful Lucas dialogue, but it was mixed in with dialogue that was surprisingly solid. We would occasionally look at each other in surprise and marvel, “Hey. That line was actually good.” (This may have been the alcohol talking. Or maybe after seeing the first two, we just had really, really low standards.) Of course, ten seconds later we’d be back to chortling over Anakin’s teflon-slicked fall to the Dark Side, groaning at lines like “Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!”, and debating over whether slashing Obi-Wan and Anakin is more or less creepy than Anakin/Padme. Conclusion: It’s kind of creepy, but NOTHING even comes CLOSE to the creepiness of Anakin/Padme.
So! Awesome, awesome weekend. If only there were actually two days of it. :D
Here, have a Han Solo in Carbonite Desk!
