First thing's first: I'll be Podcasting on the 4th (posted on Friday). I'll be watching 2 episodes of Welcome to the NKH, and ParaNorman. Don't know what the next podcast will have in store (besides a couple more NKH episodes).
Saturday is the RIT Snow Festival, held by the Anime club. My friend Cathy wants me to attend because she's doing a panel about Ball-Joint Dolls. I was hoping I'd be able to do it with her, but I didn't have the time to prepare when she originally asked me. I hope she's not doing it alone, because I will feel really bad, but if she is, I'll be glad to step up if she needs. I haven't brushed up on my BJD info, however, she's well versed.
My friend Red-Headed Charles is having a bar crawl for his birthday (on a tuesday afternoon?!?) so I am going to attend that, because I've got to get out of the house, and it's in the area, and as you can see, I don't really have much planned for December. And also, we're friends.
Starting last week, and through January, I'm putting aside money from each paycheck toward the hotel for Voltaire's Wicked NecroComiCon, at which I'll be selling my wares, which brings me to my next bulletin (I know, I'm not doing bulletins, it's a metaphore...?)...
Jewelry! Starting after Boxing Day weekend, I'll be hitting the craft table HARD to prepare for filling up my 6ft table at the convention, as well as preparing the inventory + price list, placement, table cloth, props, and money stuff. I'm hoping to be completely done and prepared by Valentine's Day. I also want to maybe cut my time for this with working on comics. I'm not ready yet to start really buckling down on my pet comic project imjh, but SOON, I swear! Next project will be doing my rejected comic "Under The Sea" - my Smut comic that will be at least 7 pages of mermaids DOIN' IT!!!!
Let's see... baking for the holidays, more podcasting, and OH!
Ross's birthday! Oh man, I gotta do something special. If anyone's been following my art posts on other sites, I have been making a fan art of each of Ross's Wet Moon characters for each of their birthdays (I missed 2 in October, though. October wasn't a very good month for me).
And hopefully getting out of the house for things besides work.
If anyone would like a holiday card from me, let me know by, say, 15 December.
... I feel like this should have been a bigger post.
OH I REMEMBER... the important part.
Email me your name/address to fawndolyn at gmail dot com and I'll send you a card :D
I am an extra in an RIT thesis movie called "Here or Two Go," which might screen as a rough cut in early December, but I doubt it (anyone who wants to should see the RIT film student screenings anyway, as they're generally pretty good fun). And Jeff plays a cameo role as a very audacious superfan. The scene we're in is set at a diner, where I and half a dozen others play crazed fans of a returning former child-actor. It was a two-day shoot, and I made the mistake of wearing the wrong shoes (couldn't change them because of continuity). When I arrived on set, the first person to greet me was an older woman (dressed as a very old woman) who fondly remarked on my dress. I returned the compliment to her sweater, and she replied "thank you, it's called being old." and I thought she was funnily remarking on her age (I later found out it was all makeup and costume, and that she is not really that old). Even later, I found out who she is: as I sat alone at a table in silence, as I'd gotten there earlier than the other extras, and was waiting to be called to the shoot, I started feeling pretty lonely. I was about to text my friend Ron, who I'd heard was going to also be an extra, to see if he was coming, but before I could, the door opened and in walked my friend Jill (from the good ol' days of late nights at Jay's Diner)!!! We both dropped our jaws in silence and embraced. If you could see us, you'd be able to hear glee in our actions, without even making a sound (because they were shooting in the other room, of course). I was SO HAPPY I wasn't all alone on this shoot :D We went into a far corner and caught up with each other in tiny whispers til they called Cut and had a quick break, and then Jill introduced me to the woman who greeted me when I got there. THAT'S HER MOTHER!! And come to find out, she's been in other movies with Jeff! I'm always happy to see how small the world is.
There was a mini comic convention near Syracuse, at the Bryant & Stratton College out there (just outside Liverpool, actually). Charles and I specifically were invited by one of the instructors back when all the graphic designers of both campuses bussed to NYC together (the Syracuse people scheduled a tour of DC comics, while Rochester went to shitty MoMA for the billionth time). I begged to go to DC, but the instructor couldn't get a hold of the reps in order to approve one extra. Eh, whatever (I skipped MoMA anyway). Anyway, we went to the comic thing. There was a DC rep there, Suzanne Beason, but as outgoing/friendly as she was, she gave me absolutely no hope for ever breaking into comics (though my best friend is a successful comicker for smaller presses, so while there's no hope for me landing a gig at DC, I think if I shoot low, I'll still land where I want to end up. Her keynote was based solely on DC's curriculum (probably Marvel's too), but in no way incorporated any other options for aspiring artists. Really, who you know will get your foot in the door tight. But publishers like IDW, Slave Labor, Avatar, and even as big as Vertigo, they all have a much broader array of talent, and there's honestly real money in these. So if you draw like Kirby or Stan Lee stuff, go for the big-wigs, why not... but if you have a truly unique style or story, hell, shoot for anything you want. Basically, what I learned from talking to Suzanne, is if I'm not drawing beefcakes and babes with heat vision or whatever, if I'm not rocking purely digital, then I'm not gonna make it. But I also know about the small press side, in my personal life. And I know she's just talking about her company. And I didn't feel discouraged or anything. I felt like, okay, I'm not going to bother sending stuff to DC. No big deal.
I also won a raffle for a $25 Amazon gift card, along with a little gift bundle, which was half Bryant & Stratton swag, and half comics/candy - the comics are Xombi, and Demo. I was excited for both, especially Demo, even though I hate Brian Wood [for good reasons], but I do love the artist Becky Cloonan (who I had the extreme pleasure of sitting next to and dining with, at a signing with her, Francis Manapul, Ross, and others). I actually thought it was kind of a joke that a Brian Wood comic would be in there as a giveaway (presumably because he might have [ruined himself] with his shit-tastic actions).
My animation podcast has reached its first milestone. [Animatic Attack], which airs every other Friday on the [Audioshocker], ended its latest episode the way it began its first episode: by talking about Nickelodeon's Legend of Korra (and also incest, which has nothing to do with Korra, don't worry). Nick, Justique, and I began this podcast with the inspiration of talking about the show's second season (while referencing the first season, and the original Legend of Aang / Avatar: The Last Airbender, as well as say, an animated feature film, or a couple episodes of another animated show), and this last week, we reviewed the final five episodes of Korra. They yielded some lovely screencaps (viewable from the links in the show notes). For now, we're going to be working our way through reviewing episodes of the anime Welcome to the NHK (and the next episode will also have a review of ParaNorman!).
Was finally able to hang out with Ross on Friday! I haven't been able to do that in about a month! And what an agonizing month for us both! Aside from working on the new TMNT comics, he'd been depressed, and my own job+death+comics (see first part of this post) AND weather AND reaction to Ross's gloom had me spiraling down the depression hole FAST. It sucks when your best friend is an introvert and you're a social person, and so when you're both depressed at the same time, you're reaching out for help, and he's recoiling, even from you. We have been texting, though, which helped immensely for both of us. Well on Friday, he texted me and asked me out to the comic book store! It's funny, my pull list is so small, even though we haven't been there in over a month (come on Fairest, one issue in how many months?? This is insane). We (Ross, Aaron the comic book store guy, and I) talked about Walking Dead, Brian Wood, Brendan Graham (who tweeted the best: "Brian Wood can retweet my middle finger." ahahahahaha), and anti-depressants, among other things. Ross took me home and I gave him lots of good tea, a big handful of Prismacolor markers I didn't need anymore, and we tried these awful brownies I attempted to make for him the night before. These brownies, ugh. I thought they turned out so bad because I got the package at the dollar store. Nope. These things REEKED of ROTTING FISH!!!!! I had to research it... the canola oil I used in the mix turned out to be the culprit! Can you believe that? Apparently, it goes bad pretty fast, and it smells like fish oil, plus, they often-times use a deodorizer chemical in the processing to make it so you can't smell it so soon. I had no idea! Anyway, we were dumb. I didn't throw them out right away like I should have. I thought they'd air out, like it was maybe the stove or something (I researched the next day at work), which did happen, they did air out and smelled like brownies again. We each took a bite off one. Tasted like a brownie. But then we got the aftertaste. Ugh!! Then it just DROPPED in our stomachs. We downed a bunch of soy milk to help disperse the awful taste and hopefully save our guts. But at least he got tea and markers, and at least I got to hang out with my best friend before he disappears into the unknown again :)
I attended my first E.A.T. Feast at Ron's house. E.A.T. stands for Early Annual Thanksgiving, and it was awesome. Ron gets people together and has a whole Thanksgiving feast at a nice long table (in his super nice, finished basement, this year). Charles and I brought roasted asparagus, and homemade mac & cheese, which was a big hit (no one cared about my veggies). I managed to stuff my face while avoiding too much gluten (that saved room for dessert gluten, which didn't seem to bother me). We cooked, we prepared, we ate, we listened to music, we chatted like crazy, we watched Ylvis videos, and we left (I also helped clean up by scraping and rinsing any plates I could find and stacking things neatly). Nothing too crazy. It was a nice party with lots of great people, and I hope I'm invited next year.
Tony Vinci is in town. My beloved SF/Horror/Fantasy Writing teacher from days of old. And I haven't seen him yet. He's in town for I don't know how long, but he's been here a couple of weeks. He said he'd get in touch with me to hang out soon. I really hope he does, because I didn't get to see him last time he was in town. Charles actually saw him the other day at Starbucks and they chewed the fat for a good while, and I was so jealous to hear it. When I went back to Facebook to grab some contact information, he'd left a group message regarding a reunion of sorts, for Sunday. I was delighted, but quickly sent him a private message as soon as I saw who'd also be there (one specific person), declining, and asking if we could meet up one-on-one sometime. He understood, as I'd talked about this person's [extremely sexist rape culture bullshit] to him before. I hope he gets in touch. I haven't heard from him yet, though.
Work is going okay. It's much better than the first couple of weeks. One of my co-workers is kinda odd, though. I'm not sure if she's attention-seeking or acting out just to seem interesting, or what, but she says or does something odd almost every shared shift. For instance, at the end of my first week, another co-worker and I had to explain to her what bullying is, how it's different than domestic violence, abuse, and she claims she's never been bullied, and never been exposed to bullying. Sorry to say this, but if someone with teeth as gnarly as hers lived through grade school, she was bullied. Or maybe she was home-schooled, which would explain some things. We also had to explain to her what Herpes is. That's right. And how could I forget the day she had her first cup of coffee EVER?!? Let me tell you, it's EXACTLY like it is in cartoons. And the next day, she'd had 2 cups before 8am. And drank it from a solo cup, which is kinda weird, but whatever.
In other work news, I abandoned the book I started reading when I started the new job (Horns, by Joe Hill) since it wasn't holding my interest, and instead picked up Warm Bodies, by Isaac Marion, and I finished it in a week. It was so delightful! Now I'm reading Warren Ellis's Gun Machine.
I need a vacation.
See you, Space Cowboy.
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So this guy was in a group discussion on Facebook, started by my all-time favourite English professor, who is in town and looking for a little group outing with his former students. People chimed in with possible times and whatnot, and then this guy. This asshole starts right up. Sure it's all happy fun time for him, but right in the first couple of posts he wrote "I like to nerd shame. It's kind of like slut shaming except with nerdist attitudes," and the conversation goes DEAD... for almost a whole week. Fuck that piece of shit scumbag.
PS: The article I posted is [here].
This drink tastes like pie in a cup, and each 8oz glass makes you all set for your Beta Carotene intake for the day. Fuck cancer!
Whip one up by tossing into your blender half a cup of pumpkin puree, either from a pumpkin or from a can (note: the can has no delicious seeds to harvest, but IS available year-round), and cut it with half a cup of vanilla soy milk, half a cup of crushed ice, a tablespoon of honey, and a teaspoon of pumpkin spice. Blend it til it stops looking so much like vomit, and enjoy your drink. For an crunchy kick, feel free to throw in some graham crackers or ginger snap cookies while it blends.
AUTHOR YOU’VE READ THE MOST BOOKS FROM: I think I have to say Chuck Palahniuk, hands down, at least as far as novel authors go. If you count comic book authors, it's going to be Bill Willingham, definitely... with Neil Gaiman, Warren Ellis, and Brian K. Vaughan coming up behind.
BEST SEQUEL EVER: I don't read a lot of serials. Well... I read a few, but they're not really so compelling that I'd call one of them a best sequel. Hmm... I was going to say Persepolis II, but I actually liked the first one much, much better. I'm going to go with Catching Fire, because it's the first in a long time I've wanted to devour that next book ASAP, and I finished it in a day. The third Hunger Games book kinda fizzled out, though.
CURRENTLY READING: I've always got more on my plate than I can manage at once. Almost done with The Windup Girl, by Paolo Bacigalupi; Slowly working through the stories of The King in Yellow anthology, by Robert Chambers; Horns, by Joe Hill (which I had to put down because it didn't hold my interest at all); and Warm Bodies, by Isaac Marion, finally.
DRINK OF CHOICE WHILE READING: Tea. Always tea. Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Peach, White Marzipan, always with cream. Sometimes hot cocoa, too. Doesn't matter if it's hot out. I love a good warm drink when I read.
E-READER OR PHYSICAL BOOK: Why not both?!? I have a pretty hefty library at home, and I'm always going to prefer turning the page, especially when I'm in bed, but I love my e-readers (I have a nook and a kindle, and regularly use both). Sometimes I have a physical copy and a digital copy- the digital goes with me, because it's light, compact, and I can switch up books if I want, and the physical copy always stays by my bedside. If I'm in a bookstore, I'll either find a good one to buy, or find it cheaper as an ebook (if I'm scrounging for scratch).
FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU PROBABLY WOULD HAVE ACTUALLY DATED IN HIGH SCHOOL: I didn't date in high school, to be honest. I was cripplingly shy due to my body image. I would have blushed if high-school Snape talked to me, though. And I definitely would have dropped out and sailed the high seas with Captain Hook.
GLAD YOU GAVE THIS BOOK A CHANCE: Ender's Game! It was the first hard science fiction book I ever read, and I wasn't sure I'd be into it, because I wasn't really into sci-fi when it was suggested to me. But my friend Rob (deluin) suggested it, and I love everything he suggests. I have nothing but amazing things to feel for Rob, so of course I took his suggestion to heart.
HIDDEN GEM BOOK: L'homme Volcan, by Mathias Malzieu. A stunning short story as an Apple app with beautiful illustrations that come alive! It's about a boy who falls into a volcano and comes back as a little fire spirit and stays with his sister, recounting his post-volcano life (which involves a racey little scene with Tinker Bell!!!).
IMPORTANT MOMENT IN YOUR READING LIFE: Once, I got trapped in Rob's room with only me and his books and comics to keep me entertained for hours until he returned. I was introduced to the poetry of Saul Williams, and the comic Transmetropolitan!!
JUST FINISHED: Call of the Jersey Devil by Voltaire, my love. And I loved it!
KIND OF BOOKS YOU DON’T READ: I don't read modern/contemporary romance, even if it involves supernatural beings (I'm lookin' at you, Twilight). If there's not a decent storyline with some real action, I don't care much about it. I also don't care that much for political drama unless it's got something I can relate to. Hunger Games and 1984 are pretty much the only politically-driven books I've thoroughly enjoyed. I'm reading The Windup Girl right now, and it's way too full of underground politics for me to get into. The title character's only a small part of this book, but I'm finishing it because my favourite professor suggested it.
LONGEST BOOK YOU’VE READ: It's going to be The Windup Girl. I could also count my Necronomicon of short stories by Lovecraft, but Windup is the longest novel I've read.
MAJOR BOOK HANGOVER BECAUSE OF: The Girl Who Would Be King, by Kelly Thompson left me wanting more (and thankfully, she's working on more)!! I devoured that one, but also took frequent breaks, because I wanted it to never stop. I was also left with a very empty feeling when I finished The Hunger Games trilogy, and not because the last book kinda fizzled out, but because they were pretty damn good (of course, I wish Mockingjay could have lasted longer).
NUMBER OF BOOKCASES YOU OWN: I have 6 large, very full cases - one of which is full of graphic novels, with some spill-over into a couple others, and 4 smaller cases. So ten all together. Wow.
ONE BOOK YOU HAVE READ MULTIPLE TIMES: Lord of the Flies. It's my favourite.
PREFERRED PLACE TO READ: In bed, or on my couch, or at a cafe with a cushy chair.
QUOTE THAT INSPIRES YOU: I have a "commonplace book" at home, but I have no idea where it is. I lost it during a move, and stopped filling it with quotes, but this is one of my all-time favourites.
The best restaurants in any town are the ones that are open 24 hours. It doesn't matter if the restaurant is clean or attractive, if the food is good or even edible. What makes 24-hour places special is that whatever is going on inside them at any moment--eating, crashing from a night high and wild, a secret lovers' rendezvous, a drug deal, a traveler getting her bearings in a new town-- will continue to go on there until the place burns down or goes out of business.
These places sell time, not food. All 24-hour restaurants are social neutral zones, outside the normal boundaries of time and space, which exist for most of us in neatly packaged eight-hour segments: one for sleep, one for work and one for life. These diners are the alien bases in our midst. Area 51 with curly fries and a Coke. - Richard Kadrey
I don't know if it's from a book or a movie or blog or what, but it's pretty inspiring to me, because 24-hour diners are where I've always found inspiration, writing or drawing all night long, meeting people seemingly straight out of books... I judge a town based on its number of places to eat after midnight.
READING REGRET: Not finding the time to read every day. Not MAKING enough time to read every day. That's my biggest regret. I can't think of a book I've read that I hated (except a select few as required by classes), because if I'm not into a book, I just stop reading it.
SERIES YOU STARTED AND NEED TO FINISH (ALL BOOKS ARE OUT IN THE SERIES): Oh wait. That's my reading regret. Not finishing A Series of Unfortunate Events. I've also not finished the Cirque du Freak series, but I'll forgive myself for that one. They're good, but not amazing.
THREE OF YOUR ALL TIME FAVORITE BOOKS: Lord of the Flies, 1984, and Lolita.
UNAPOLOGETIC FANGIRL FOR: Captain James M. Hook. Hands down.
VERY EXCITED FOR THIS RELEASE MORE THAN ALL OTHERS: I sadly don't keep up on authors I love the way I should, so I don't keep up on what's released before I see it on the shelf, but the last book I was excited for was Dead Pig Collector by Warren Ellis, which failed to be released.
WORST BOOK-ISH HABIT: Buying re-releases of books I already have because the cover is just too beautiful.
X MARKS THE SPOT: START AT THE TOP LEFT OF YOUR SHELF AND PICK THE 27TH BOOK: American Gothic Tales, by Joyce C. Oats. One of my go-to books for amazing short stories (my favourite in the book being "Last Feast of Harlequin" by Thomas Ligotti.
YOUR LATEST BOOK PURCHASE: The Art of Alice: The Madness Returns
ZZZ-SNATCHER BOOK (aka THE LAST BOOK THAT KEPT YOU UP WAY TOO LATE): I don't usually let books keep me up too late for me to handle, but I recall opting out of bed when I was on the edge of finishing Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. That was almost 15 years ago. Hunger Games kept me up late, but not too late. I think I'm too old to stay up with a good book. Maybe. I'll have to try it again sometime.
And I'd been waiting all day on certain news. At 10pm, I was to get either an acceptance letter, or a rejection from Iron Spike, the editor of Smut Peddler (regarding my story proposal). 10pm came and went, so I re-checked what time she said. 10pm... CMT. I'm EST, and I thought she was, too. So I had to wait another hour, when I had been ready to go to bed at 9.
While waiting for the email to come in (still thinking it would at ten), I surfed through Instagram and saw my friend Mark had posted a very recognizable spot at one of my favourite pubs, The Old Toad. It was an empty bar stool, sitting at the door to the pub. Every regular of the Toad knew that stool. That's where Tony Gerardi sat to check IDs at night. And I knew what a photo of his empty bar stool meant. I don't remember under what circumstances he reached out to me on Facebook, but I'm glad he did. He was a funny guy and a great friend, and I'm glad I got the courage to introduce myself to him when I saw him in person at the pub (on an evening he wasn't even on door duty). I passed by the pub on my way home yesterday and thought of popping in. He wouldn't be there that early, but I thought of him, and I passed it up because I knew he wouldn't be there anyway. If I hadn't been across the street, I might have seen the sign in the window that read they were closed due to a loss in the Old Toad family. I don't know how it happened. I signed onto Facebook to go to his page. I left my condolences and searched around, hoping for an answer. He had a rare condition, but that's the only thing I picked up. I have no idea what this condition was, or if that's even how he died (probably, though). I tried to pass off my tears as just being over-exhausted, but I don't think I was fooling Charles. When I passed by on the way to work, I started to cry again, and now, at work, I've got to stop writing because I'm starting to tear up.
I got the email from Spike just after 11. Rejected. I'll still do it. I'll still work on the comic idea, but I was kind of hoping I'd have a shot. She got almost 400 submissions. I didn't stand a chance (though I must say, I saw a couple of the accepted artists, and I wasn't too impressed). My friend Kaylie didn't get in, either. I wonder if Ross made it (probably, since he's got an in, anyway). Oh well. I've just got to build up my comic portfolio. Work on some b&w stuff, work on solidifying my style... I'll get there someday. I still have one anthology I'm a shoe-in for: The Nightmare-themed MCC anthology, which is due tomorrow.
On the upside, I was still glowing from getting a text from Jayme, Voltaire's ex (who I didn't think I'd ever hear from again after the breakup, because it's usually one or the other when friends break up), I texted and twitter-convo'd a few people yesterday (JV, Ron, Tia), and I felt good realizing this is more of a life than what I had on Facebook. And I had a really nice tea date with Joanna after work :)
I got transferred at my job from the main campus to the downtown campus. The pros hugely outweighed the cons, but there was really only one con- I didn't want to leave the great people I worked with. I've been working with them for over 4 years, and I was the choice for transfer. I don't get it, honestly. But the pros: it's walking distance from work (takes exactly 29 minutes- half when I bus it in the winter), I get done at noon (8-12 shift weekdays), and it's 6 more hours a week. Not to mention, it's probably a good opportunity to get closer to being promoted to full-time.
I hope today is better.
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Finding our way back to the convention was a nightmare, and we were last in line to get into the show by the time we finally did make it back. I found Voltaire hiding in the dark near the merch booth, and I asked how he's doing. "Well, that depends on how you feel about doing a show that's run by a bunch of kids." MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY. I replied, "That's why I hate anime conventions, and I also hate Syracuse, and the smell of gin [the whole place smelled like pine needles], so you're literally the only thing here keeping a smile on my face." And then he went on. Everyone sat for the show (I wanted to stand, but Voltaire did say it seemed like a sit-down kind of show, so I obliged), so it was like a Pirate came to perform for a little kids party (and gyrated at all the wrong ones - guessing who's under-age and not, never really getting it right).
The show was an awkward one, because he was drinking rum (shared his drink with me, too, so we were the only two people drinking at the anime convention!), and getting drunker and drunker, becoming more and more inappropriate. Normally, this behaviour wouldn't be a problem, because 99% of the time, his audience is an appropriate age. This is why he rarely does an all-ages show.
But I got to hang out with him behind his booth while he signed stuff and hugged people and told great stories. There was one person who poured his heart out to Voltaire, and went really nuts when he found out various members of My Chemical Romance are involved in some of Voltaire's projects. I handed that kid the set list that was left on the stage and said 'you really should have this,' which is a thing I've done a few times in the past for fans that are blown away by their first time seeing him. It's heartwarming :)
Finally, we ended the night, and I got to have my moment with Voltaire, where I hugged him and he taught me the Voltaire Signal Corps secret handshakes, and we said our goodbyes.
I will never not love that man.
Smut Peddler proposal - 10/15
MCC Anthology submission - 11/7
Studs + Kisses submission - 12/31
Probably won't make The Thirst deadline, but my comic's only a page long, so I'm gonna try anyway.
Been throwing my Smut Peddler idea around to a couple people, and it's been really well-received.
MCC's comic anthology's theme is NIGHTMARES!!!
Studs + Kisses - no idea yet. Punk as fuck, though.