With Halloween fast approaching and me not able to decide just what super nerdy character I should dress up as this year I thought to myself, “Hey! You have a blog! Let’s crowd source this sucker and get some help!” (And yes, in my head I’m yelling at myself….!!!!!)
Here are a few of the outfits I’ve been toying around with for this year. I’ve only got a week so I’m in serious need of feedback. I also don’t have a ton of cash, so I used my super amazing Photoshop skills to give you a rough idea of what I’d look like in each of the costumes.
Here are my top four choices right now, but if you have a suggestion just leave a comment on the blog of the FB page.
#1: Princess Lea
I know what you’re thinking; why not the gold bikini? Everyone does the gold bikini guys. Plus, how will I ever beat these two chicks when it comes to the gold bikini?
#2: Star Trek
No other Star Trek series has been able to match The Original Series in the sexy uniform department. Hence why I’m debating this tight little number from the new/old Star Trek.
#3: Boba Fett
Seriously. It’s Boba Fett. Who doesn’t want to be Boba Fett?
#4: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle
Not sure if it’s the sai or the brasier, but I like this one. Ok, why lie, I love the boots!
I might have a few more tomorrow. If you have any suggestions I’m open to them!
First image that popped up on a Google search. This is the right poster… right?
Actually, it stands for Retired, Extremely Dangerous and if this movie proves anything, it’s that they don’t make them like they used to. I say this for two reasons. There is the obvious one: the movie revolves around older and much more experienced agents battling it out against younger, less experienced agents. And the less obvious one: they don’t make actors and action stars like they used to.
My friend Wayne and I stayed out late on a school night to see RED (he’s a teacher so I’m not kidding when I say that). Partly because it’s based on a DC graphic novel of the same name, and partly because we hadn’t hung out since High School and it was an excellent reason to get together. Plus, if he had backed out he probably knows that I wouldn’t have taken “no” for an answer 😉 So thanks for seeing it with me Wayne!
On to movie reviewing…
The Good Guys: (I type this with a smirk on my face since all anyone in the movie does is kill people)
Bruce Willis is in fine form in his patented role as a professional badass playing cat and mouse with the people who done him wrong. I’m pretty sure it’s a character type that was invented for him.
Morgan Freeman has cancer again (ie The Bucket List) and is excited to get in one last hurrah. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to NOT like Morgan Freeman. He’s freakin’ awesome. This might just be my favorite role that John Malkovich has ever played. If he hadn’t been surrounded by a bevy of equally talented performers he probably would have stolen the show…inside of a pink pig stuffed animal.
I love Brian Cox. He was in X-Men. That is reason enough. In this movie he plays a ruskie convincingly. I prefer him with his beard and he does not disappoint here. The casting directors displayed a flash of brilliance when they brought in Mary-Louise Parker to play Bruce’s love interest. I am absolutely convinced that no one else could have played this role. She holds her own against the masters and displays some of the best comedic timing in the movie. See kids? Weed is a good thing. Just kidding. Don’t tell your parents I said that.
Even I think this is hot.
The piece de resistance (and a HUGE reason why I went to see this movie) is Helen Mirren. I think people forget that she’s played many a badass lady and focus on the fact that she’s older and British and must therefore be prim and proper. Bullshit. Granted, she arranges flowers and makes tea and crumpets, but the site of seeing her fire a semi-automatic while wearing a white ball gown will forever endear her to me.
The Bad Guys
Karl Urban has done an excellent job of ingraining himself in the nerd lexicon. From Lord of the Rings to Pathfinder to Star Trek, he seems to choose his projects based on how many conventions he can rely on as an older, washed up actor. Smart man. He’s the only “bad guy” you really care about. He starts off a cold and calculated drone of the system but his wits kick in and it becomes clear that he really just wants to do what’s right (side note: in my humble opinion, KU would have made an excellent Thor. Chris Hemsworth…aka Kirk’s ill-fated daddy…better step up).
Rebecca Pidgeon (who?) plays KU’s boss. She’s about as expressive as a brick wall but can work a power suit better than most. She twists KU’s balls in a bunch while pretending she’s a fellow, if slightly-higher-up drone.
And for the ladies…
Here it is, my 2nd movie review ever on HNG, and I’m writing about Richard Dreyfuss again. God bless the second wind, it has served him well. Richard Dreyfuss is the baddest of the bad and he REALLY wants you to know it. In fact, he helpfully reminds you of it in every one of his scenes. I can see why someone would get annoyed by that. Personally, I thought it was pretty funny. The rest of the baddies are nameless and forgettable with the exception of an explosive redhead. Faceless as they may be, they play their parts with gusto.
I was expecting the action and I was not disappointed (you’ve probably already seen my favorite shot in the trailers, the part where Bruce exits his stolen cop car mid-spin while firing his pistol).
However; what pleasantly surprised me was the humor and the gratuitous violence. We’ve already established that I am a big fan of both. The only time I wasn’t laughing was during the dramatic climax…a part I’m assuming was not intended to be laughed at. There were a few intended chuckles but I kind of missed the humor I’d become accustomed to during that part. In their defense, I’m not sure that it could have been incorporated properly without making it cheese-tastic ala Zoolander. I was also delighted at the body count and the manner in which they were dispatched. Who knew a bullet fired at an RPG would do that?? The RPG itself was a bit superfluous, but you won’t see me complaining about it.
All in all, well worth the $13 ticket price. Heck, I would even see it again in the theatre.
In honor of Halloween, or Samhain, or however you choose to refer to it, here is my list of the most awesomely cheese-stastic and hi-larious horror flicks of all time.
10. Anything based on a Stephen King novel
"That's right. I'm seducing you…. with my EYES!"
From Carrie to The Mist I counted 82 (!!!) film adaptations of Mr. King’s work. That’s no small shit. Some of them are the best horror films of all time like Misery and The Shining. Some are cheese-tastic wonderlands like It and Pet Cemetery. They’re all pretty freaking scary. Mr. King gets on the list, if for nothing else, than for the sheer volume of work based on his novels.
9. Tales of the Crypt: Bordello of Blood
A vampire brothel being run out of a funeral home. Corey Feldman finally getting his turn at vampire glory. Dennis Miller running a private detective business out of a porn theatre. Angie Everhart as the mother of all vampires. What more do you need? Besides some sunblock that is.
8. The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Some people will argue with me about whether or not this counts as a horror film. It’s my list and I say it counts. So there. Besides, it’s got “horror” in the title. I don’t feel that I need to explain any further. It’s got music and dancing and sci-fi and Tim Curry in drag. In 2005 it was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by non other than our own Library of freakin’ Congress and was declared “culturally and historically significant.” How many musical horror comedy rock operas can say that, hmmm?
7. Child’s Play
Coincidence? I think not.
When I was a kid we had a doll that came from some family member long gone and had been passed down through the generations. This doll was kept in a pillowcase in the far reaches of my closet because I was the girl and Lord forbid my brother have a doll in the back of his closet that no one will ever see. I got curious one day and pulled down said doll in pillowcase. I remember seeing the back of the head first. That in itself was pretty creepy. I turned the doll around and her eyeballs had fallen out of their sockets and were rolling around in the back of her head. They suddenly stopped rolling and were staring straight at me. Needless to say, I have never and will never look upon the face of that doll again. Dolls are creepy. Period
6. Gremlins
What child of the 80’s didn’t want a mogwai as a pet when they were a kid?? This movie contained enough unforeseen violence that it helped convince the Motion Picture Association of America to reform its rating system. Drops of water, not great but manageable for a while. Food after midnight. Baaaad. The main lesson gleaned from this film: never buy anything in Chinatown.
5. The Lost Boys
Oh, the horror that is teen angst. I’m pretty sure “Santa Carla” is supposed to be Venice, CA. Gang-ridden or not, how many coastal cities in California do you know of that would let an earthquake crumpled hotel just sit there instead of building something else on the property? Just sayin’. It’s a bunch of brat packers running around looking cute and causing trouble long before Stephenie Meyer ever dreamed up her saccharine covered Twilight vamps. My favorite character is Grandpa. I may be a vegetarian but I can appreciate some good taxidermy. He gets the last word: “One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach…all the damn vampires.” Grandpa’s been around the block a few times.
4. From Dusk Till Dawn
"Hey…. wanna make out?"
Personally, I love Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez (when he’s not making stupid kiddie films). They are rather good at satisfying my desire for action, gore, and lewd comedy. I think that sometimes people forget that George Clooney was even in this movie…what with the Cary Grant Junior image that has been built up around him…something I’m sure he finds hysterical. Hot Mexican vampire strippers.
I’m sorry, do I need to say anything else? Didn’t think so.
3. Drag me to Hell
"WHY DID YOU SCREW UP MY CAFE LATTE!!! IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO MAKE!!!"
I hear the theatrical version of this movie fell apart at the end. Luckily I didn’t see it in the theatre and instead rented the Director’s Cut. This is not a movie for those with weak stomachs but if you can handle your gore and an ungodly amount of disgusting fluids going into a pretty girl’s mouth, then this is the movie for you. It stars Alison Lohman as a really sweet girl who really pisses off an old gypsy woman the first time she tries to be tough at her job. I really hope I never piss off an old gypsy lady. The demon, Lamia, tortures you for three days before doing exactly what the title entails.
2. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark
And we have found cleavage even I am jealous of.
This was one of my very favorite movies as a kid. So much so that I actually dressed up as Elvira for Halloween one year. Talk about goth done right. It’s hard to believe that Cassandra Peterson was 37 years old when this movie came out! The moment that will be with me until the day I die? When Elvira chucks her stiletto high heel and it lodges in her Great Uncle Vincent’s forehead. Brilliant.
1. Evil Dead series
My explanation for this need only go as far as the name “Bruce Campbell” but for those who haven’t seen it I will explain further. Horror and comedy together (intentionally) is Sam Raimi’s genius. Inspired by low-budget horror films at drive-ins and HP Lovecraft, he created an epic trilogy of awesomeness centered around Ash (Bruce Campbell) and a series of deadites created by Ex-Mortis. Watch all three (Evil Dead, Evil Dead II and Army of Darkness) in a row and it will be the best Halloween you’ve ever had. My favorite lines: “Honey, you got reeeeaaal ugly!” and “Good. Bad. I’m the guy with the gun.”
I’m inspired by last week’s news of the “Goldilock Planet” to write about extraterrestrial life and my absolute certainty that we are not alone in this universe. If you haven’t read about it you can find it here: http://cosmiclog.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2010/09/29/5202633-alien-planet-looks-just-right-for-life
In another news story out this week, more than 120 ex-Air Force personnel claim to have seen UFO’s around their base in Montana. http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/09/28/national/main6907702.shtml
During these sightings their nuclear weapons would become deactivated. A co-worker of mine who lived in the same area has testified to the existence of these mysterious lights and objects and claims to have seen them on multiple occasions. Now, I don’t know if you know many people in the military. My family happens to be full of them. The ones I know are very by the book and honest to a fault. They would never dream of saying something like this unless they believed it to be true. Shit, they won’t even tell me most of what they did while in the service period. The point being that these are most likely trustworthy fellows. We’ll just ignore that whole Roswell debacle, shall we?
My argument has been echoed by many over the years and is not nearly as original or revolutionary as I would like it to be, but here it is anyways:
With a universe so vast, so filled with countless stars and planets, how is it possible that we would be all alone in it?
What a terrible and lonely idea.
There are many who believe that life on other planets is possible but is most likely microscopic. If a planet can sustain water (even if frozen), it can sustain life, even if that life is smaller than the eye can see.
There are others, like Stephen Hawking, who believe that other sentient beings are out there and will most likely destroy us when we come in contact with them. Much as the settlers of the new world destroyed the indigenous peoples already living there. As he so pointedly puts it, that “didn’t turn out very well” for them. I think HG Wells and President Whitmore would agree.
Professor Hawking soon learned his fears of aliens was unfounded once he met the women from Planet Amazonia…
If we get lucky our first visitors will be like the Vulcans in Star Trek: First Contact. Indifferently interested and willing to hook a brutha up with a tidbit of technology or two. Some cosmic rims, if you will. They will hold their superiority over us but that’s ok, we’ll form the United Federation of Planets and show them who’s boss.
Who photobombed first contact with an alien race? Hot Nerd Girl photobombed first contact with an alien race.
Of course, there’s always the option that we’ll destroy them. Or at least persecute them a la The 9th District. Or to a lesser degree, Alien Nation (hey, we let him become a cop, didn’t we?)
So what are we humans to do when and if alien visitors arrive? Hide, welcome, or destroy?
I’m in the “let’s hope they’re friendly and welcome them but kick their asses if they’re mean” camp. But mostly, I’m in the “of course they’re out there” camp, whether we ever come in contact with them or not. I just can’t bring myself to believe that we’re alone and if you do, that’s your egotistical and close-minded opinion and you have every right to believe it.
Just don’t look at me when Mars Attacks! And you weren’t prepared bee-yatch.
Even as a Zombie, I can still work an iPhone… Girls are smarter than boys, even when we're undead 🙂
What do you give a girl who’s biggest fear is zombies?
Why, two Samurai swords, of course!
You may have read any number of zombie survival guides. I know I have. Because hey, the zombie apocalypse could TOTALLY happen. I have nightmares about it. I had one particular nightmare a while back: I was walking down the aisle of the church and everything seemed to be fine. Just as I reached the altar, zombies started swarming into the church. I was literally fighting zombies in a wedding dress with a candelabrum. This got me thinking. What do I really want/need in the event zombies start to take over our planet? Here is the list I came up with:
– Two Japanese swords (katana and tachi – although I would totally take a couple of tsurugi’s)
– Some grenades (in case I get surrounded)
– One really good pair of running shoes (uhm, self-explanatory)
– Five ponytail holders (in case some get lost and because rubber bands are really damaging to your hair)
– One water resistant watch (in case of rain, we all know zombies are impervious to water)
– One really amazing sports bra (YOU try running around with 34DD’s)
– Water purification tablets (alas, I doubt I’ll have easy access to my beloved Arrowhead)
– One pair of Maui Jim sports sunglasses (preferably with one of those landyards that hold them to your head)
– One baseball hat (can’t have sun in your eyes while you’re fighting the undead)
– As many MRE’s as I can carry in a light hiker’s backpack (they last FOREVER, my emergency MRE’s are from WWII)
Zombie family reunion
Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t really believe in zombies that are dead people come back to life. I believe in the virus zombies. The kind where a virus gets out of control and infects everyone but the few unlucky immune who are left trying to save the planet and find a cure if they’re lucky. It’s pretty bleak but entirely possible. Just think of how many viruses and bacteria are being worked on, manipulated and created everyday in labs. Think of all the diseases that are mutating in nature. Think of the work being done in nano technology! Any one of these factors could result in a zombie apocalypse.
Why swords instead of guns? Guns run out of bullets. Swords don’t. Japanese swords tend to be lighter then their European and Middle Eastern counterparts. For a chick, that’s a good thing. Swords cut off heads. Zombies are hard to kill but it’s universally accepted that cutting off their heads will get the job done. They can be strapped to your back for easy two-handed access in a pinch but are still out of the way while walking and running. They can always be sharpened and won’t jam up when wet. They are easy to clean. They are bad ass.
I’ve got everything but the swords and the grenades.
It might shock you to learn this. But I was, at one time, the owner of a complete set of X-Men Series II trading cards.
It’s true.
I also collected baseball cards, because like any self-respecting tomboy I played baseball, not softball. Softball is for chicks.
But Series II was my most favorite set of any kind of cards I ever collected. (I know this sentence isn’t grammatically correct and yet I choose to type it that way anyway. Deal with it). The Fleer Ultra series was OK, but it just didn’t have quite the same magic to it.
The tall, narrow type on top. The dramatic action shot below. The statistical data on the back. They were pure perfection. I even had the cards from the cartoon series with the film strip border. They were great as reference material or for just sitting down and reading.
And then one day my brother stole them.
He also collected baseball and X-Men cards. It was something we did together as loving siblings. We would walk up Country Club Lane to the comic book store and buy them and trade them. We also went through a pog phase but try not to hold that against us. I kept my cards in the same navy blue binder in nice segmented card protector pages on a shelf in my bedroom. They never deviated from that spot and I never took them outside. At some point my brother lost a few. I remember thinking, damn, that sucks for him, at least I still have all of mine.
The next time I pulled my binder out, the ones he happened to be missing were now missing from my binder.
WTF.
I took mine back.
He stole them again.
Little shit.
This went back and forth for years until he finally hid them where I couldn’t find them. My brother, my own flesh and blood, saw fit to steal and hide my own X-Men cards from me and had the gall to claim that I had stolen them from him. As if. This is the kid who opened up his Superman death comic when he was explicitly told not to and the kid next door had a perfectly good opened one he could have read instead. And he accused ME, who won’t even open the Star Trek Christmas ornament box? Psssh.
I never did find my X-Men cards after that.
So I stole his star ships.
Three beautiful Enterprise models, the Enterprise NCC-1701, NC-1701 refit and Enterprise NCC-1701-D. All beautifully hand painted by our Dad.
If I was a gal going in to Starfleet Academy in the year 2267, I would request a job that required a blue or gold uniform. Why were the redshirts always the first to go? I could give you the technical answer about how red uniforms are worn by Engineering and Security personnel and one or more of them would be required to go on away missions to protect the Captain or go in first to investigate. But let’s be honest. It’s the “black dude dies first” rule but since Star Trek is so enlightened they had to find another way of going about it.
You know it’s true.
At my first Star Trek Convention in San Francisco we were treated to some short films produced by fanboys. One of them (and by far the most popular) was one about redshirts. I don’t know if this was the exact one but it is equally as humorous:
The term “redshirt” has embedded itself in pop culture. Anyone expendable is now a redshirt.
Personally, I like to think about how Ensign Ricky would have felt about all this. I’m sure his mama would be proud that her brave young son will always be remembered for taking one for the (away) team.
By 2364 the red and gold uniforms had been swapped. I think this was a good move. Red is more regal and commanding than yellow is. It demands respect. The Next Generation understandably didn’t want to become a joke by continuing the redshirt joke. But they still needed a way to show that the bad guy was bad without killing off the main characters (Tasha Yar being the exception, but hey, she wanted out).
*bitch slap* "Don't you know who I am? I am the borg! Resistance is futile, A**HOLE!"
This is where The Worf Effect comes in to play.
Worf is the biggest and most badass of the good guys so if a bad guy can throw Worf across the room (which they often do) they MUST be really bad! Of course, Worf is a Klingon so he never really gets hurt (they leave that to falling cargo containers – far more deadly than the Borg apparently – but wait! He’s got back up organs!)
So the goldshirt never really took off like the redshirt did. Which is probably for the best.
The blue uniforms have always been for Medical and Science personnel. Let’s face it. They are far less interesting. Sure Dr. Crusher and Councilor Troi were hotties but Crusher covered hers up with a lab coat and Troi ditched hers altogether after the first two episodes in favor of cleavage. If it wasn’t for Spock, the blueshirt wouldn’t even be purchased by fanboys for ComicCon and Halloween. It’s a fact.
And lastly, the no shirt. Made famous by Captain James Tiberius Kirk. Whichever Orion slave girl made his uniforms had an ulterior motive because there is no reason for his uniforms to fall apart at the seams during every episode while everyone else’s stay intact. Even while battling Spock in “Amok Time” Spock’s uniform manages to stay in one piece while Kirk’s is ripped to shreds. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying that shirt shredding should be equal opportunity amongst all of the handsome men…
A couple of years ago I got into a LiveJournal argument with a fellow poster’s friend (arguing online is the BEST) about whether or not Bella was just another sullen teenager and Edward was an abusive boyfriend. She claimed Stephenie Meyer’s writing was bad for teenage girls because it is sexist, that Bella and Edward were terrible role models, and that it would encourage boys and girls to emulate them.
Her first mistake: assuming that boys care about Twilight. Very few of them do and the ones who are into it won’t be beating up their girlfriends if you get my drift.
Her second mistake: assuming that all teenagers aren’t sullen. Uhmmm…all of the ones I’ve known are, at least part of the time. It’s a genetic right of passage. Besides, the girl has been uprooted, has to make all new friends and lives in a town that’s gloomy and overcast all of the time. Put yourself in her shoes bitch.
Her third mistake: she hadn’t bothered to read the final book and had no plan to do so. So, without getting the full story she formulated a concrete opinion about it and decided she wasn’t going to be convinced otherwise.
Brilliant.
Stupid people exhaust me.
I’m not saying that she’s not entitled to her own opinion, I’m just saying that she should get the whole story before she formulates said opinion and then starts fighting with people she doesn’t know about it.
Or am I just talking crazy?
Is this the photo(shop) of a crazy person?
Here’s why I think she is wrong…
Edward and Bella, with their “no sex before marriage” policy, sure are bad role models for teenagers, aren’t they? Of course Bella kinda wants to do it, she has raging teenage hormones and her boyfriend is mega hot (in an ice cold kinda way). If and when I ever have a teenage daughter *shudder* I hope that her boyfriend has the same respect for her that Edward has for Bella. Not that I want potential future daughter to get married right out of high school or anything but it would be nice if she waited until then to start doing the deed.
Regarding the whole Edward the Abuser bullshit argument. I take real issue with this. Bella may be whiny but she certainly stands up for herself. Edward never once attacks her physically or verbally. Pushing her away from a charging Jasper is not abuse. It’s panic. Keeping her from a friend he feels is dangerous is not abuse. It’s concern. I love Jacob to death but she does tend to get injured when she’s in La Push. My boyfriend’s would have been concerned as well and not wanted me to hang out with him. Nevermind the fact that he IS a relatively volatile young werewolf who has had trouble controlling himself around her. I will admit that the whole breaking her heart thing in New Moon really sucked for her but everyone has gotten dumped at one time or another and it’s just one of those shitty parts of life.
The sexism. Yeesh. Where do I begin with this one?? It’s not like she keeps her trap shut. She definitely speaks her mind whether she’s confident about what she’s saying or not. LJ Girl’s biggest argument was that Bella is always the victim and Edward always has to save her. First of all, how is that different from most of the stories out there? Guys are constantly saving the damsel in distress. Second, if she had bothered to read the last book she would have known that the tables turn and Bella ends up being all bad ass and saving EVERYONE. Yep, that’s super sexist all right, having the chick be the one who saves the day.
Twilight is like Harry Potter in that it has gotten kids to read books. You know, those things made of paper with words in them that seem to elude Generation Me. Anything that can do that is great and wonderful with me. I personally love the books and will totally cop to being a Twitard. They aren’t as juicy as the Sookie books or as well-written as HP but Stephenie Meyer has a way of drawing you in and not letting you go. Hemingway she is not but there is something magnetic about her stories and her characters that keep me coming back for more. She’s also sold more than 100 million books worldwide in 37 languages and was the biggest selling writer of 2008 AND 2009.
It was 06 APR 2002 at the Star Trek Convention in San Francisco. I was attending with an ex-sort-of-boyfriend and fellow nerd. Even though I have been an avid Star Trek fan since birth, this was my very first convention and I was uber excited. I found my way downstairs to the celebrity and vendor floor and after buying a celtic ring (I know, way random) ended up at Manu Intiraymi’s table where he was having a spirited conversation with a fan in full uniform. I had a question for him (can’t for the life of me remember what it was) so I sort of listened in on their conversation and looked through the photographs of him and Jeri Ryan spread out on the table. He kept glancing at me. I wasn’t in uniform; however, I was wearing my communicator and several Star Trek pins.
Finally the uniformed fan stepped away and I turned to ask him my question.
Borg Boy beat me to it.
MI: “So, are you here with your boyfriend?”
HNG: “Excuse me?”
MI: “Girls like you only come with their boyfriends who are into this stuff.”
HNG (looking incredulous): “No, I’m not here with a boyfriend. I’m a Trekker.”
MI (looking incredulous): “Are you serious?”
HNG (getting pissed off): “Yes, I’m serious.”
MI (looking stunned): “Huh.”
Don’t let the hat fool you. He’s cute.
I then proceeded to ask him my question and we spent about 5 minutes engaged (heeheehee) in a nerdy conversation regarding some aspect of playing a Borg on TV. I asked if I could get a picture taken with him and he said yes so I ran back up to where my friend was waiting and grabbed my camera and headed back down. I popped in a Listerine Pocket Pak because, well, one always wants fresh breath when confronting the Borg. Uniformed Fan was back so we had him take the picture.
MI: “What’s that great smell? Is that gum?”
HNG: “No, it’s a Listerine Pocket Pak, want one?”
MI: “Sure.”
I then proceeded to explain to Borg Boy and UF the virtues of Pocket Paks for those who can’t chew gum due to TMJ…Paks must have been relatively new to the market or something because they listened with rapt interest and declared that I could be a spokesperson for them.
Whatever.
The conversation turned to Borg Boy’s upbringing by hippie parents and how his parents still live here so he comes to visit a lot. He asked if I wanted to hang out sometime when he was in town. I said, sure, why not? He asked me for my phone number. (UF is watching this with his head moving back and forth like it’s a tennis match). I wrote down my number and gave it to him. He put it in his wallet with a promise to call me and take me out to dinner.
Whatever. I’m not holding my breath, fresh as it may be.
I walked away and UF followed me, rambling on about how cool it is that I got asked out by a Borg. Yeah, it’s cool I guess. I finally ditched UF and headed back to my friend/ESOBF. I tell him the whole story and he can’t even believe it. WTF? Why is it so hard to believe? YOU asked me out. Geez.
Anyways, it’s a good thing I’m somewhat cynical because I never did get a call from Borg Boy…
I’m a Star Trek fan, I know a sexy Captain when I see one. As much as I heart Jean-Luc and his perfect bald head, he’s not exactly a “bad boy” and y’all know we girls love us a bad boy.
Mal is someone you can love and hate simultaneously. Smoldering in one instant and frightening the next. He’s unpredictable, he’s sweet, he’s handsome, he’s loyal, he’s tortured. He’s intelligent but he talks like an idiot. He was rocking the quirky half-smile long before Edward entered the nerd lexicon. He can take care of and protect you. He’ll take a beating for you. He has an amazing sense of humor. He is bilingual (yeah, yeah, I know everyone speaks Mandarin in Firefly, but whatever). He’s the kind of guy you want to fix. But then you don’t because he wouldn’t be so sexy if he wasn’t so complicated. He’s not uppity like Simon, not stupid like Jayne, and not married like Wash (God rest his soul)
In short, he can throw me up against the wall anytime.
I suppose I’m a little biased when it comes to Firefly. I love sci-fi and I love Westerns and Joss Whedon was kind enough to combine the two. But mostly it’s because I had a totally awesome experience in 2004. My Popi is a Foley Artist for a major motion picture company and his sound stage just happens to be next to the largest stage on the lot. When I didn’t feel up to exploring, and got bored of watching them fake walk and jostle clothes, I would peak in to see what they were doing next door.
Do you like’m bald or brunette?… I can’t decide…
The Summer of 2004 was a turning point for me. I had just graduated from college and was trying to figure out what to do with my life and how to go about doing it. It was decided that I would begin apprenticing Foley under Popi (it didn’t stick and I left to explore other avenues). Me, and the granddaughter of Mr. Foley himself, would hang out at different parts of the studio and watch people work. One day we struck up a conversation with the construction foreman in the studio next door and he invited us to come in and see what they were building.
It was Serenity.
Almost fully completed, getting the final paint touch ups.
I walked up and down the main corridor. I hung out on the bridge and talked about the construction with the people working on it. I sat in Wash’s pilot seat. I could have died and gone to nerd heaven right then and there.
I wish I had a picture of it to share with you guys but, alas, it didn’t occur to me to ask and I doubt they would have permitted it even if I had. Movie studios tend to be mighty anal about that sort of thing.
While standing on Serenity, I could totally picture Kaylee shouting from the engine room, Jayne cleaning off his weapons in the mess hall, and Mal walking towards me with that brooding look on his face.