Heroes Con was excellent this year! They expanded the size and changed the dynamic a bit, but it worked for us. Many of the artists that were there were not having good sales – we think because of the faster flow of people. That, and the floor being twice as big was a bit disorienting for many attendees. I dunno, I think it’s just growing pains and everything will get back to normal next year.
Our con roomies, the Burnses were awesome as always (Harley and Sinestro in the pic below). We got to hang out a bit more this year than last and I got to ogle Miracole’s new Fusion! It’s a very very nice car!
We shared our table with the Coffee Bruin and his posse. I got to see Suzann and Dave a couple of times for a change! Yay!! The art auction had REAL auctioneers this year and it was a riot! I’ve never been to a real auction before and it is SO exciting! Good thing I didn’t have a bidding number or I’d own all the things! Ha! All in all, we had a great time and did well at this con. We <3 Heroes Con. Best comic con on the East Coast in my opinion.
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I’ve done lots of stuff in my 47 years. I’m going to list off all the jobs I’ve had, the approximate time period and any comments about the job. I’m including internships and my rock n roll stuff, too. So, hey, guess this is my CV. Hire me. :)
First Job: Shoney’s waitress. During High School, early 80s.
Quincy’s Steakhouse: line girl
Domino’s Pizza: phones, delivery, pizza maker (Back when it was 30 mins or less!)
Long John Silver’s: Cod girl (aka morning shift prep) First full time job.
Got my first apartment around this time: Sans Souci Apartments approximately 1985.
Went to University of TN for a couple of quarters. Worked as Assistant Master Electrician in the theatre and worked security for concerts at the venue. MUCH FUN!! I lived with a couple of friends in a shitty student house in South Knoxville.
Ran off w/ the Mister Mister tour for a weekend.
Chili’s: waitress (awesome job, had WAY too much fun!)
American Favoritz Cafe: waitress (locally owned restaurant) Continue reading My Checkered Career Path
So my pressed penny collection is pretty old. I’ve been collecting for decades. My first one is from the 50s I think, it was my mother’s. It is dead center and has the Serenity Prayer on it [I've always thought it was the Lord's Prayer! JUST NOW realised it's the Serenity Prayer. Oops!] – [...]
Those who follow me on FB have already heard about the goings on up in Nutsville of late. A brief recap, then my thoughts on the crazy.
A little over a week ago (Fri Mar 8th), I got a call at 10pm from my brother informing me that my niece’s mother had been murdered. It was mildly shocking, but not horribly so since she was a pill dealer and [probable] police informant. So, naturally, we dropped everything to run up there for my niece, who requested our presence. We’ll do pretty much anything for that girl.
We arrived around 4pm Saturday and of course my brother and niece were nowhere to be found. Naturally, since we’d been summoned, none of them could be bothered to MEET US when we came. RUDE. Anyway, traffic had sucked on the drive out of town and we were too tired to deal with their bullshit, so we said our hellos then trundled to the hotel. Of course, being Saturday, the hotel had stupid ass football people in it and they kept us up all night slamming doors. We were exhausted on Sunday, but after I gave the Hampton a tongue lashing and refused to pay for that night, we hauled ourselves to the homestead to show our support for the niece. Not only were we kept up all night, but it was the fucking time change, too. Awesome. We went to an early dinner with my brother and niece and it was actually pleasant. Not sure how that happened. Nick also took this opportunity to set up my niece’s shiny new MacBook Air. Continue reading Latest Family Drama: March 2013 edition
I’ve been called overbearing, intimidating, bitchy, mean, bossy, know-it-all, preachy, rude and myriad other things. And at various times they are all true. But mostly, it all comes down to me knowing what I know and not having sense enough to HIDE IT when around less secure and/or less well-read people.
I was raised by no one other than myself. I was surrounded by people who feel that intelligence is something to be ashamed of and hide, lest you appear smarter than anyone else in the room. I’m not sure why being smarter is bad? Must be a hillbilly thang. I was surrounded by people who are militantly ignorant – they actively avoid learning new things and reject curiosity out of hand. It was hard growing up with parents who tell you how smart you are on the one hand, then chide you for being too smart with the other. It was hard growing up with a trusting soul, only to have parents fill me with wives tales and lies dressed as truth and finding out from peers (usually with laughter and taunting) that I believe something stupid/untrue. It changes your nature.
I was always a very trusting child. I always thought (still do, sadly) that people generally tell the truth and won’t lie to you if you are friends. Or they won’t lie to you if they are your parents. Add to that my penchant for remembering each and every slight ever bestowed upon me (yep, there are MANY) and you can see where the hard shell and cynicism comes from. As a child, I realised that people LIE – and that my parents were the worst of them. I still got my feelings hurt when I would slip and believe bullshit I was told, but mostly I started not believing anything I was told.
Without anyone to mitigate my feelings of betrayal and distrust, it began to manifest as me being “hardheaded,” meaning I would hold on to my opinions until convinced otherwise. Why not? It made sense when you frame it within the background I just described. Why should I believe what I’m told? There was a good chance it was bullshit! My biggest nods to my Scorpio nature is my hatred of being made fun of and my aversion to making big mistakes. It is my kryptonite. :(
Add to this lots of frustration and anger at my family for marginalising me (in a BIG way) and not doing a single thing to help me optimise my intelligence and you get one angry, headstrong bitch. I was really crazy in my teens-20s, as anyone who knew me then will testify. I was out of control with no one to give me any guidance at all. Thank the gods I got myself away from Nutsville and my family! Moving away and going to school saved my life. I have no doubts about that. Continue reading Think of Me as You Will