I swear I don't go looking for trouble.
| Wednesday, March 26, 2008 |
| Not Actual Size, Part 2 |
| Remember this post? Yeah, well, mere_ubu has taken it one step further. Or possibly two steps. Maybe even a brief stroll. Labels: Embracing My Inner Geek |
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| Thursday, March 20, 2008 |
| Really? |
I wouldn't exactly call that a "love scene."
But it was all hot and metaphorey. And the uncut version is racy!Labels: Embracing My Inner Geek |
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| Monday, March 10, 2008 |
| want... Take... HAVE |
I MUST have this collection IMMEDIATELY.
I can hardly breathe because my anticipation is so great. That playlist is damn good for an incredibly solid overview of the time period.Labels: Embracing My Inner Geek |
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| Sunday, March 09, 2008 |
| Phase This, Nerds |
Let's say that a moderately attractive, highly intelligent, very available woman walks into a comic book store to check her reserve box wearing this T-shirt and the jeans that make it look like she actually has an ass. You would think that she might get at least one glance in her direction, right?
But no. The sole comic patron is in the corner between the life-sized Geordi LaForge and Superman cut-outs, jerking off surreptitiously to a vintage issue of X-Men with Kitty Pryde on the cover.
Where have all the good geeks gone?Labels: Embracing My Inner Geek |
| posted by Innocent Bystander @ 7:57 PM |
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| Saturday, March 01, 2008 |
| The Night That I Fell in Love With (Being) A Roller Derby Queen* |
Tonight I went to Bailey's (AKA "Daisy Fever's") first roller derby bout, which was her first bout as a member of the Little Rock Derby Girls.
And, oh my God, I am in love.
I didn't really catch on at first. I kept asking, "Who's got the ball? I can't even see the ball!" (FYI: There's no ball in roller derby.)
But ten minutes into the bout I turned to Aunt Doodie -- whose elbows were already carpet-burned from leaning and scraping against the "railing" at the rink during the bout -- and delightedly exclaimed, "I have no idea what's going on, but it's all very exciting." (If you can imagine a wide-eyed Anya delivering this line, you'll have an idea of my tone and wonderment.)
I think what excites me about roller derby is the same thing I found appealing about professional wrestling way back when I used to follow WWE Pay-Per-Views around the Mid-South: the violence. Although I suppose that, in this instance, it's more about the potential for violence. And let's face it: girl-on-girl derby violence is a gozillion times more exciting because it's for the sake of the game, rather than man-on-man wrestling violence for the sake of scripted entertainment. (Somewhere, a gaggle of niche feminists who just don't get it are shrieking in horror.)
But by intermission (Or whatever. There was a break, okay?), I had decided I had to be a derby girl. I was already envisioning my outfit and trying to come up with an appropriate name. There are just a few complications:
- I'm old (34), and the vast majority of the derby girls I saw compete are in their early 20s.
- I'm incredibly short and am not, in any way, an "imposing figure."
- I'm an overweight smoker who probably couldn't make it around the track a single time, much less for two solid minutes in a pack of vicious young women intent on destroying me.
- I can't roller skate. (This, of course, is my biggest barrier.)
But I'm still giving it semi-serious consideration, because there are clearly a lot of benefits: something to do other than work at the hotel and play on the Internets; good exercise; and an acceptable outlet for pent-up aggression.
So this is where you guys get to weigh in. I figure I'll at least give it a shot; that is, I'll try to learn how to stay upright on a combined eight wheels and then see what happens from there. But I need a kick-ass character name to inspire me. There's a looooong list of registered, in-use names here that can't be used but might inspire. My favorites are names like "Sandra Day O'Clobber" and "Pound Anya," which are nice plays-on-words that I find amusing. And I found an anagram-making site, which anagrams my name into "Rabbi Red Rots." (I thought that was kind of cool and ironic, considering my "reverend-ness.")
So, get creative and comment!
*Post title bastardized from the lyrics of a song by Jim Croce. And if you don't have Jim Croce in your life, you are so missing out.Labels: Aunt Doodie, Category Free, The Whole Fam Damily |
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| Thursday, February 28, 2008 |
| You're Asking Me To Be Rational |
Today bettie sent me a message that said, "You almost lost me when you said you're not a Star Wars fan. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?"
Honestly, I'm not really sure. I can tell you that I'd never seen any of the SW movies until I was 20 years old. That was when an obsessed friend insisted on watching the first three movies last three movies three movies made 20 years ago all in one sitting.
And I was into it. For real! I remember this night distinctly, because we were both out of cigarettes and were bumming unfiltered Chesterfield Kings from a friend. Then, right about the time Vader and Luke were in the middle of that big-ass fight, the friend insisted we should go to Taco Bell.
I am not shitting you! As such, I have never seen Vader drop the daddy bomb on Luke. (I haven't seen it, but I know it happens. I mean, I haven't been comatose for the last 25 years.) And I guess I just never really got into SW as a result.
Really, my lack of interest in SW strikes even me as strange. I mean, I love sci-fi and usually like fantasy. I crave well-told, epic stories. And Lord knows I'm a sucker for most geekdom. But the truth is, I prefer Star Trek.
And now that I've said that, I suspect it's a lot like when I extol the virtues of Buffy, only to have people reply, "Buffy's okay, but Charmed is a lot better." At which point I either dry heave or curse loudly.
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I haven't posted in awhile, and I likely won't be for awhile longer. But I've got plans, people. BIG plans.
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Just now when I looked for a Star Wars-themed title for this post, I ran across the "Fear leads to anger..." quote. Now I finally get what Xander was trying to say in his Dadaist pep talk.Labels: Embracing My Inner Geek |
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