Sunday, October 30, 2005

a bit of geekiness ahead

Lets get one thing straight. I am a huge Wonder Woman fan. I own the entire run post crisis, minus three that I'm trying to track down. I love her. She's such a brilliant character, and it really makes me sad that her character is not often used to her full potential. Writers user her because she's famous and she's a woman. They often neglect to remember that she is arguably the second most powerful superhero that DC has. She's just below Superman, and that's just arguably. Many people believe that she could take Superman down if a fight were allowed to finish to its end.

Last month (WW 221), Wonder Woman was battling the OMAC robot whatsits (if you don't know, it isn't important to the story I'm about to tell), and they threw her into a vat of molten iron. She walked out completely unscathed - she felt the heat, and emerged with basically a sunburn. I had no problem with this when I read it. It was an awesome scene - well written, well executed, slightly not as well drawn, but still! This whole countdown to crisis, people have actually been taking note of the fact that Wonder Woman is a kick-ass woman!

I just realized today that apparently huge arguments have been going on all over the DC fandom. As far as I can tell, people who are Wonder Woman fans have no problem with her walking through molten iron. People who are DC fans and who are just tuning into Wonder Woman because of her involvement with Crisis and the OMAC project are suddenly saying, “woah! - Where did this power come from?” - And they aren’t really listening when they are told, “well, if you look back through her history, paying careful attention to Perez’s handling of her first 80 or so books post-crisis, this is nothing new. - Wonder Woman kicks ass.”

Someone called private joker on the DC message boards quoted Diana’s powers as "In her new incarnation, Wonder Woman was Diana, a princess and an emissary from Paradise Island to Patriarch's world (read: man's world). She possessed incredibly stunning beauty, a gift from the goddess Aphrodite. From Athena, she received the gift of wisdom; from Demeter, the power and strength of the earth; from Hestia, sisterhood with fire; and from Artemis, a rapport with animals and the instincts and prowess of a hunter. Finally, from the god Hermes, she received the gift of speed and the power of flight."

Someone else named leviathn posted a super long post that made me want to cheer.(second post on this page)“What readers need to do is stop complaining when WW is depicted correctly and to start complaining when she is depicted incorrectly. The reason that readers like [the poster I’m responding to] don't understand WW's post crisis powers is that writers in and outside this title are to lazy (Loeb and Morrison come to mind) to do research before using this character. Diana has had very specific invulnerabilities since the Perez days and it is a total shame that when a writer does his homework readers can't recognize it.”

Anyway, I just wanted to share that I’m glad WW walked through molten iron. - She rocks.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

pumpkin carving

So the husband and I were just carving pumpkins, and by complete accident I made a librarian and a pirate. Well - not completely by accident, but not entirely on purpose, either.

I was making my first pumpkin, and I had given her an eyebrow, and the next eyebrow I made was way too big, so I enlarged the first as well and declared them spectacles. Then I made the nose and mouth, and the mouth was very feminine, somewhat on accident (I'm not very good at this), so I made it even more feminine. Then I made wispy hair on the sides of her head, and I realized that it looked like her hair was pulled back, from how I had made it. I debated if I could make a ponytail, and decided I couldn't, but I made a fairly kick-ass bun! So she became a librarian.

Then my next pumpkin has been picked out because I had to carry it home from somewhere, so it was a teeny pumpkin. When I get around to carving it I realized that it couldn’t stand up properly. “That’s ok” I said. “This jack-o-lantern will just be drunk.” I thought about that for a moment. “He’s a pirate. A rum-soaked pirate. It will work!” So then I made him a festive eye patch and a crooked mouth and no nose (he lost it to a duck). And halfway through I laughed and said, “I’m making a librarian and a pirate! Just like my blog!” And my husband said, “yeah – I got it. You didn’t have to point it out!” But the funny part was … I had to point it out for myself. Because I was just that dense.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Friday Cat Blogging take 2

Apparently I just missed the coolest thing. Nenene, our adorable cat, is not allowed on the dining room table. She's pretty much not allowed on anything that height - the counters in the kitchen, the computer desk, etc. She's still young, and we don't have her fully aware of these rules yet - but we're working on it. So I was in the kitchen, moving things around, and husband was in the living room/dining room playing X-Men Legends II with his brother-in-law, and Nenene jumped up on the dining room table. Before husband could get up and stop her, she ran in a quick circle and skid to a stop right on one of our leather placemats that my cousins gave us for a wedding present. The result? Nenene surfed right off of the table onto the floor. I walked in with her standing there on the placemat on the floor looking completely confused as to why she was on the floor.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

So last night Mr. Pirate was at work, and they were super slow, but they had a feeling they were about to get hit, so they didn't let any of their servers go. As a result, about four of them were standing around in the alley with nothing to do - no tables, or tables that were already getting annoyed at the amount of attention they were getting ...

And then a manager walks back. "Why are you all standing around?" He pointed to one girl. "What are you doing right now?"
"um ... nothing, sir?"
"Then do something! Go do your sidework!" He pointed to another server. "What are you doing right now?"
"um ... I'm walking food?"
"There's no food here in this alley! Go do your sidework!" He pointed to another server. "What are you doing right now?"
"I'm ... um ... going to be told to go do my side work?"
"damn skippy! Go do your sidework!" He pointed to my husband. "What are you doing right now?"
"I'm spawn camping biscuits."
The manager looked confused, then looked bemused, then looked amused. "Keep up the good work."

Monday, October 24, 2005

The High Five

The High Five has always boggled my mind. I understand most of what is going on there - I high five people when it is appropriate ... but there are people who high five as a way of life. They high five hello, goodbye, and anything else they want to. I just witnessed a college-aged man have a conversation with a woman. He then turned to talk to someone else for awhile. When he was ready to go, he high fived his friend, then turned to the woman and held up a hand for her. She had turned back to her computer and was working on something else, so she was oblivious. He whistled at her, she didn't turn (YAY for not responding when people whistle to get your attention!). He made various grunts and throat clearing noises trying to get her attention. She didn't notice. He said, "hey," then "yo," then finally he called her name. She turned, and they shared the most awkward high five I have ever seen.

What was the point of that? Isn't a high five meant to show connectedness? A shared victory or something? When someone is involved in something so much that they don't even notice the hand up, just walk away. The connection isn't there at that exact moment. A high five would not be appropriate.

That's what I'm convinced of.

Things that are sad

I just realized that on September 22nd, Neil Gaiman was IN CHICAGO!

Well, not exactly in Chicago ... he was in Naperville ... but that's a Chicago suburb ... and I could have gotten out to see him easily - if I had know. Why didn't I know? Because I hadn't been reading his blog! I usually read it religiously, but then I got married and took some time off of the internet (not on purpose - just no easy access) ... then I was moving, then it took me awhile to have regular access again ... and then I restarted reading all my favorite blogs, but just the recent entries ... and now I'm finally getting reading back entries in his brilliant blog ... and I'm kicking myself! NEIL GAIMAN! MY Neil Gaiman! Here ... in Chicago ... and I missed him.

Friday, October 21, 2005

And in other news, I’ve been playing around with the sidebar – adding links and whatnot. That will be muchly expanded soon. I know I didn’t put many of my friend’s blogs up – partially because I know a lot of them (specifically the Live Journal ones) are not for public promulgation. If I missed you and you want to be put up, just let me know! I probably skipped you because I wasn’t sure if you had an online journal so you could keep your friends updated, or if you had a blog.

Monday, October 17, 2005

I have long had a dream of one day holding a fun food themed election day party. I'd invite people of all political parties and ask them to bring their favorite political themed food.

I'd bring the libreral weenies and the right wing nut jobs.

Mr. Pirate thinks this is a horrible idea, but it keeps growing in the back of my head. I keep getting ideas for more food that could be made that are just brilliant!

The beautiful Mar-see-ah (in her comments) told of a brilliant brown sugar wrapped bacon candy that I could easilly coll up and call "sugar coated pork barrels" ... or maybe just pork barrels.

I could have a good friend named Buster invent a recipe for fillets of some sort ... and I could call them fillet-o-Buster. (I know - that one is weak ... but I like it!)

So - does anyone out there have any other ideas for my brilliant party?

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

I've had an online journal for awhile now - but I wanted to make it more public - and make it more blog-like, less journal like. Librarian Pirate is my brilliant idea! Just start over - with a blog, not a journal!

So here is my blog - welcome.

Monday, October 10, 2005

just holding space until I don't need space held anymore