Thursday, February 26, 2009

Covered

Rick's awesome Superman (with mermaid) and the Covered Blog inspired me to redraw the wonderful WonderWoman comic I found ages ago at work. It was disintigrating when I took it, so no worries, we didn't lose one of those critical 25 cent sales. For the record, my favorite Covered cover was Richard Sala's Batman. "You'll take Batman to your catacombs over my dead body, Catwoman!" "Have it your own way, Batgirl!"



I've been reading Pippi Longstocking, and couldn't remember the correct way to spell circus. I thought Astrid Lindgren's spelling would suffice.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Snow Boarding Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Before we left, Erik switched our bindings so I was no longer in the step in things and actually had a way to make them tighter. Oh my god oh my god that makes such a crazy huge difference. I actually got off the chair lift without falling. TWICE. And I rode my back edge down the mountain, had a couple really long runs, and even enjoyed a couple falls.

The snow is really really nice when it has more of a give than wet concrete, which was comparable to last time. This time there was probably about seven inches of new snow, and when I took a crazy fall going end over end, I got up laughing, because holy crap falling in that is fun.

Going up the first chair lift, I had the idea that it would be my last run ever, because I was terrified, and certain I would only be able to ride backwards again, and take another flying fall onto my head again, and maybe brake a collar bone, at best. But somehow that terrible fear motivated me into learning the right way to go down the mountain, and I even had fun.

Oh man, just like two more times and I'm sure I can ride the chair all the way to the top.


In writing news I have to scrap about two chapters due to my setting being just too crazy to work. Best laid plans... well we all know what happens to that.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Birthday party

It's my moms birthday today! I went to church with her this morning, and helped to greet people at the door. I saw mom's friend Pam, and Pam said

"Oh Megan! So nice to see you! You look normal, it's nice."
Taken aback, the only thing to say was "Normal?"
"Trust me, it's a good thing."

I have no idea what to think of this conversation. Was I not normal last she saw me? I tried thinking of what I looked like... I haven't had pink hair in years. She only sees me at church, and I dress nicely for church... What on earth did she mean by that?

My mom only laughed and said "Yes that's weird." so at least I'm not alone on this.

For my mom's birthday, we painted her living room and entryway, and tomorrow I'm taking her to see Coraline.


In other news, planning out a novel is like constructing a working robot out of all the contents of the game closet: mashing jenga pieces up with a couple different puzzles, hooking up operation into Hi Ho Cherrio, and glueing checkers into candyland. Yet, I feel I'm making some headway. I've got about three chapters, and I may have solved some serious logistic problems. I knew that monopoly shoe would come in handy.

Monday, February 16, 2009

John A. sneaked into my head

I swear he probably explained my usual thought process better than I could with this comic:






I also do not know bjork, and have considered child catchers to solve problems.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

New Plan.

I've decided to stop getting so angry all the time. Don't know if this will work, but well, I'm sick of being angry. It's bad for my health, worse for my social interactions, and I'm willing to bet it probably benifits "The Man" in some way and I just won't stand for it.

And I just feel bad when later on I realize there wasn't a need for all that fuss, and feeling bad is even worse than feeling angry.



In other news I've begun a novel. This may or may not become the theme for my blogging. Currently the biggest issue is consolidating all my notes into a proper outline, working past my atrocious spelling (i refuse to write in a program that will underline everything I do), and finding some music on my ipod that blocks out television noise but doesn't inturrupt my thoughts.

Prokofiev, will you be my friend?

Monday, February 9, 2009

Everyone needs to go see Coraline.

3d is not nessesary, but I will say that with it the opening credits were WICKED awesome, and creepy, and when everything turns spooktacular later in the movie, the 3d only adds to it.

Also, it's lovely to see a stop animation movie that isn't about a character who is inherently creepy and only wants to be loved boo hoo. Henry Selick did a great job adapting Gaiman's book, especially in keeping Coraline's little kid nature. Hanging off a doorjam and skulking through the house when bored out of her mind: perfect! Made me think of Charlie and Lola.

And you could totally see Vera Brosgal's influence on the characters! Which is something only I care about, but... D'awwww Verabee getting awesome work! French and Saunders were fucking hilarious, too.

Only thing is, it might actually be too scary for kids. I was actually worried for this girl that went into the movie before me, like, oh shit this is probably going to fuck her up big time. Especially when the entire world dissolved into a spider web and the animatronic hand detatched and chased after Coraline. Erik was even a bit leery at this screaming face on the little ghost girl.

So yeah, in conclusion, Dammit Tim Burton, THIS is what you should have been aiming for. And I wanna see it like, a million bajillion more times.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

HOW HAVE I BECOME THE BAD GUY?

When did this happen?! What did I do wrong?

...fuck, man.