A is for Apathy
I was talking to my brother about political correctness and the increase in the number of minority superheroes. Says I to my brother "Did you know Green Lantern is Black now?" Says my brother to I with his arms crossed and a deep sigh and eyeroll: "He's been Black for ages!!" My brother has a room devoted to comic books and toy storage. He calls it his "office."
I told this story to Mauritanius, who does not read comic books and thinks they're a waste of time and money. I reenacted it, complete with eyeroll and sigh, as an example of how frustrated my brother gets with my being a moron. Her response? "There's only one Black superhero and that's Luke Cage, Power Man."
....
In keeping with stuff out of nowhere, I finished all the commission work I was supposed to have finished, oh, a month ago? I kept the most time-consuming work for last because I have poor planning skills: the embroidery on the Coraline sweater. Front, back and both sleeves with glow in the dark stars of varying sizes and types.
Being blocked. That's a bamboo skewer through the sleeves and two Uniball Visions in the torso. It's awfully small.
The glowingness was particularly difficult for me to photograph and I really wanted to. I already have CHDK on my camera so I thought, sure, long exposure, no problem! Except rinky-dinky camera has autofocus which it really can't do in the dark.
Like so.
So, after much juggling of lights and many, many bracketed photos later, I managed somewhat.
I don't think I'll be hearing from Ghosthunters any time soon.
In any event, I went to an event on Sunday, all on my oddy-knocky, a Re-ment Club meeting in Echo Park. They really go through a lot of money and effort to put these on so I feel guilty. Therefore, I am forced to buy, forced to, really, societal conventions demand it. Who am I to say no?
For some reason, I bought a lot of breakfast foods, like cereal and milk and bacon and eggs. I don't know why now but at the time it seemed very important that I have a lot of it. Maybe I'll remember later.
Also, I discovered that I still stink big time at painting doll lips. Like, hideously baby-playing-with-makeup bad. I am hopeful that I can paint a big smear on and then wipe away the excess into a mouth shape.
Kickin' it old school:
I told this story to Mauritanius, who does not read comic books and thinks they're a waste of time and money. I reenacted it, complete with eyeroll and sigh, as an example of how frustrated my brother gets with my being a moron. Her response? "There's only one Black superhero and that's Luke Cage, Power Man."
....
In keeping with stuff out of nowhere, I finished all the commission work I was supposed to have finished, oh, a month ago? I kept the most time-consuming work for last because I have poor planning skills: the embroidery on the Coraline sweater. Front, back and both sleeves with glow in the dark stars of varying sizes and types.
Being blocked. That's a bamboo skewer through the sleeves and two Uniball Visions in the torso. It's awfully small.
The glowingness was particularly difficult for me to photograph and I really wanted to. I already have CHDK on my camera so I thought, sure, long exposure, no problem! Except rinky-dinky camera has autofocus which it really can't do in the dark.
Like so.
So, after much juggling of lights and many, many bracketed photos later, I managed somewhat.
I don't think I'll be hearing from Ghosthunters any time soon.
In any event, I went to an event on Sunday, all on my oddy-knocky, a Re-ment Club meeting in Echo Park. They really go through a lot of money and effort to put these on so I feel guilty. Therefore, I am forced to buy, forced to, really, societal conventions demand it. Who am I to say no?
For some reason, I bought a lot of breakfast foods, like cereal and milk and bacon and eggs. I don't know why now but at the time it seemed very important that I have a lot of it. Maybe I'll remember later.
Also, I discovered that I still stink big time at painting doll lips. Like, hideously baby-playing-with-makeup bad. I am hopeful that I can paint a big smear on and then wipe away the excess into a mouth shape.
Kickin' it old school:
Labels: Gatherings, Knitting, Sweet mystery of life, Toys
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