It Gets Better… Maybe?

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Today, while waiting for the bus that would take me to the Red Line that would take me to Union Station that would ultimately take me home (yeah, I have a long commute), I met an Indian man who chatted to me once he saw I had a smart phone. He asked me how he could import his contacts from his old phone. I said that it baffled even my tech expertise and he should go into an AT&T store and ask them if they could do it.

We got to chatting. It’s unusual for LA to chat with strangers, but it happens to me at least once during my multiple part journey. I think I have a face that people like telling their life story to. The same thing happened when I was working at the library at Moody (my undergrad). I felt like a bartender… only with books instead of alcohol. But, I don’t mind. People fascinate me.

My Indian friend told me that he had been selling cars before the economy collapsed and making good money at it. Then, when the economy tanked so did his job. He moved from out in the desert into the city thinking (as most people do) that LA would have more job opportunities. Finally, he was near being homeless with all the money he had saved from his job selling cars nearly gone. Now he works in telemarketing during the work week and double shifts at a restaurant on the weekends. “I used to be able to just work six hours a day,” he said sadly.
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Fandom. Let’s talk about copyright and that cunning hat.

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Copyright and the fandom have never been great friends. I understand, some of my favorite things in the fandom are not-technically allowed. Things like fanfiction, fan art, fanvids etc. These things expand our fandom, bring new fans in and, in general, keep the fandom alive. I know all this, it’s a fantastic thing to play in someone else’s universe. Especially if it’s a universe we all love.

But, let’s face it, it’s someone else’s universe.

And for me, as a writer myself, I’m fine with not profiting and creating. I’ve written fanfiction. I’ve made fanvids. I’ve knitted TARD– I mean police box scarves.

But then there’s some people who do profit off of their wares. And, for the most part I’m fine with that too. I’ve bought those things that aren’t available anyway else. These folks create things that other people want.

But then, finally, the license holder comes by with a product that fans have been making and selling themselves. And, inevitably the cease and desist letters go out. The fandom then brings out the pitchforks and fire. After all, they didn’t like the license holder at all. Personally, I wish we’d just stop jumping to the mass angry mob and think about this:

A writer, somewhere created a universe. In the case of the latest debacle, the writer is Joss.

Now Joss (and his ilk) make their living off selling their ideas. Firefly, for example.

The money that Joss and his family lives off of, the money that he uses to create new things (like filming a Shakespeare movie at his house), the money that keeps him going to create new things comes from the business of selling his ideas to a company. Be the company bad, scary or indifferent – that’s the business.

Now the company has created a product that a fan is selling. For kicks, lets call it an autumn knit cap. Their investment in Joss’ idea is going to be returning them a profit so they can go out and buy more ideas. Yet, the return on their investment is going to be smaller because people are buying the an autumn knit cap elsewhere.

But! The fan selling autumn knit caps protests. I’m just a small seller, only sold ten this year. That can’t harm anyone.

Yes, but you’re one of many fans selling autumn knit caps. And, with a franchise as small as this one (this ain’t no Mad Men, let’s just agree), combined all of the sellers can eat up a good chunk of the market for an autumn knit cap.

So what does that mean? Means that the officially licensed autumn knit caps are now less profitable and less desirable of an investment.

The investment, in the eyes of the company, was already kind of a loss (again, lets not get into the goodness or badness of said company, just saying how they may perceive it). And now this band of cunning hat sellers is making their investment even less profitable. That doesn’t just hurt the company, it hurts the scores of small business owners who work on the officially licensed cunning hat or who try and sell the officially licensed cunning hat.

But it hurts me too! the fan seller might say. Yes, I understand that, but you have to understand that you did not put the investment into the idea of Firefly. You did not (as some great companies out there) get official license. So, therefore, your idea of selling an iconic cunning hat while harmless at first (when no one was making officially licensed cunning hats) was a great one, but not technically legal.

But it’s just a hat, this kind of hat has been made for years before Firefly even existed! Knit caps, yes. So did cowboy westerns. But the minute the color, the order of the colors, the hat and the show came together it became iconic and uniquely Firefly. The hat was designed by Shawna as part of her work for said company. It belongs to said company and it’s license holders. Sadly, it doesn’t belong to fans (hey, I wish it did).

I sympathize with the sellers who were doing good works to get the cunning hat out to the ‘Verse. I know it’s out of love for a series that we all are bonded to in a way that defies logic and understanding. But I don’t think we can pitch a fit when our quasi-legal fanwork gets shut down, especially if we’re making money off it. I think we threaten the system of the shows and books and movies we want getting made if we can’t respect the license holder.

The cunning hat is just one example. Other fandoms and their ilk have similar problems. You can’t stop fan made things, people will find ways around it… I just like of the idea of not frothing at the mouth everytime a C&D letter is sent.

Also, support officially licensed products – they’re the equivalent to voting for your favorite shows to exist or your next favorite shows to get made.

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Tabz’ Guide to Convention Going (or how to avoid looking like a scruffy nerfheader) Part 2: Money

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Conventions. The mecca of geekdom. Attending conventions is something I’ve done for awhile now and I’ve seen all sorts of “guides” to going to conventions. Many of them are full of practical tips like shower often, eat, sleep. The basic survival guide to attending. Very rarely though have I seen a guide for not being that fan. The one that makes everyone else cringe or at the very least be extremely awkward. Since I’ve attended and worked at conventions here’s my recommendations for avoid the cringe worthy moments. If you missed Part 1: Celebs it’s here.

MONEY

Let’s be honest. Conventions are fairly expensive. Even the most trust-fund kid can find themselves in a quandary about spending money at convention. Here’s some tips to help keep an eye on your funds without being THAT fan.

1. Make a plan. No matter what your budget, make sure you have a game plan in place for expenses. Include food, travel (if you stay out too late and need to get a taxi back to your hotel), and drinks. Give yourself a budget for other things like autographs, photos, extra panels (like the NerdHerd ones), W00tstock tickets, etc. Also, make sure you have a bit of emergency money (who knows what will happen).

2. Don’t be afraid to go a bit out of the way. Food close to or in the convention center is going to be more expensive than food a bit farther out. If you can pack extra snacks (non-crushable kind is best) to give you energy boosts while in line or stuck in the convention center (my favorites are trail mixes, breakfast bars, etc). Bring a water bottle and fill up where you can (filtered water bottles can also be a lifesaver).

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Tabz’ Guide to Convention Going (or how to avoid looking like a scruffy nerfheader) Part 1: Celebs

conventions

Conventions. The mecca of geekdom. Attending conventions is something I’ve done for awhile now and I’ve seen all sorts of “guides” to going to conventions. Many of them are full of practical tips like shower often, eat, sleep. The basic survival guide to attending. Very rarely though have I seen a guide for not being that fan. The one that makes everyone else cringe or at the very least be extremely awkward. Since I’ve attended and worked at conventions here’s my recommendations for avoid the cringe worthy moments.

CELEBRITIES

Celebrities are regular people. This is obvious, I know. I’ve had my fangirl moments with celebs (like the time I just giggled and giggled when talking with Joss Whedon).  Here’s some tips to avoid going from enthusiastic fan to possibly crazed, “get him/her away from me” fan.

1. Celeb spotting. If you see a celebrity standing about or walking through the con, say hi. Please do not become that person who suddenly goes into super spy mode and tries to sneak pictures or touch the celebrity inappropriately and run away. It’s really creepy to know people are watching you but not talking to you. Just say hi and, if there’s a crowd of people around the celeb, try and let other people have a chance to say hi too.

2. Touching. Speaking of touching. Do not inappropriately touch celebrities. It creeps them out and it is just not cool. Inappropriately touching anyone at a con is not okay.

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I’ll even let you borrow my mom…

81 - mom and TabbyApril 30th is the birthday of my mom. It’s a special day, mostly because my mom’s the best. I know it’s cliche for someone to say that about their mother, but I can’t help it – it’s true. Let me tell you a little bit about my mom.

My mother and I haven’t always gotten along. I take after my dad more than my mom. I’ve got a bit of an adventurous spirit and a demanding nature, my mother is domestic and kindly. I love being the center of attention, my mother prefers to stay out of the spot light. Yet, there’s ways I see my mother in myself, I love giving gifts and making things special. I delight in children and taking care of them. I love deeply, like she does. We’re both artistic, quick to laugh, and hopelessly devoted to my father.

The thing about my mother is, she cares. She hurts for my friends when they hurt – even the ones she’s never met. Her heart breaks for other people’s pain. If she had the ability too she’d gather everyone up in a giant hug, help them set their houses in order, and make sure they had everything they need. She’s not someone who just knows pity — she acts. Time and again I’ve seen her prepare food, care, and attention for those we’ve known going through troubles. She applies her wisdom to their situation, even when others can’t see the needs. Her long-standing custom is to make sure that families who have surgery or a death in the family have meals. When someone is sick she’s there with homemade chicken noodle soup. When there’s someone in pain, she’s quick to bring over a comedy movie.

I sometimes take it for granted that I have such an awesome mother. Even now, in my 30s, she’s quick to take care of me when I’m sick or ill. One of my best memories of my mother is when I was little and in the hospital after having my appendix removed. Every time I opened my eyes – no matter how late at night it was or how scared I was – she was there. I remember thinking how amazing that was, even being young I knew that people usually go home when someone’s in the hospital, but not my mom. She was there. It’s only one of the many times she stood by my side through a scary time.

People often admire my amazing confidence, I have to give most of the credit for that to my mom. From my earliest days my mother would tell me that I could do anything (even when I insisted at the age of 5 that I was going to be a horseback rider). She cultivated my love of reading, writing, and teaching. She’s the one who encouraged me on to college and later to get my Masters. She’s always been one of my biggest cheerleaders and I’m happy to say, my greatest friend.

Not everyone has a good mom, it’s not something I realized until I was much older, but now when friends tell me how strained their relationship is with their mom I always tell them, “it’s okay, you can borrow mine.”

So happy birthday Mommy, love you with all my heart.

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The King’s Presence is Like the Sun

THE TUDORS - Season 4[Editor's Note: Fair warning, this is about my personal faith. If that offends you, please just move on.]

Sometimes I feel that Christians miss a lot of the point of their faith because we live in a democracy.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being an American and the freedoms there contained. I’m glad I can practice my faith without fear of reprisal and imprisonment, but often I wonder how much Christians (and I’m speaking of myself as well) get it.

We say God is King. Jesus is Lord. Yet, I think we fail to understand the point of all that. There’s a fuzzy-wuzzy feeling associated with faith that makes it feel like God is our friendly neighborhood Mr. Rogers rather than the fearsome King who we love and adore.

I’ve often said that I get a lot out of television (so much so I wrote an angry open letter to Stephen King, who in his book about writing glorified the fact that he hadn’t grown up with television and, by that virtue, was a better writer). Still, it was surprising to me to learn a lesson in faith from the Showtime drama The Tudors (warning: the show is MA-14 for very good reasons).

If you haven’t seen the show, it’s a fictionalization of the life of King Henry VIII (yes, that king… the one who chopped off his wives’ heads). The story is fictionalized, but there’s a bit where the king’s good friend, Charles Brandon, marries the king’s sister without the king’s permission. Causing King Henry much anger to the point of threatening his friend with beheading. Instead the King banishes Brandon from court.

As an American, my natural reaction was good, that guy is crazy anyway why would you want to be in court? It was already rampantly evident that the King could have anyone killed on a whim and that, in the end, the only person the King cared about was himself.

Yet, for awhile, I failed to see the real truth.

Later in the story (yes, remember this is fictionalized), Sir Thomas Bolyen, visits Brandon and says:

Do you miss the court Your Grace? Perhaps you don’t. Down here in this green space, you have so much leisure to enjoy, so many idle pursuits. Yet, I have heard it said by some that the King’s presence is like the sun, and when you’re away from it, there is only eternal night.

Today during worship service we sang Better is One Day, a worship song (based on Psalm 84) with the refrain:

Better is one day in your courts,

Better is one day in your house,

Better is one day in your courts,

Then thousands elsewhere.

It was then, it hit me. The reality was that, without this crazy King’s presence Brandon’s life was fairly purposeless. In the King’s presence, Brandon had meaning. Brandon would do tasks for the King, the King had made him a duke, the King’s presence was the sun to his life. Without his time in court Brandon was nothing more than an idle semi-rich man with nothing to do. Because of his lack of purpose Brandon had become unhappy.

Later, Brandon begs to be allowed back to court. A character who had before been brazenly prideful, dropped to his knees and begged before the King. The King allowed him access back. It wasn’t just access back to the fine food and parties. There’s no reason that Brandon couldn’t have done that on his own. It was access back to fellowship with the person who made his life worthwhile.

If King Henry, a selfish and murdering sort of fool, could have that much power in his court – how much more should we value access to God? Why would we ever choose to leave his presence to be “in eternal night?” I must confess, it was a bit shaming to think of how much I had taken access to the court of God, a King who more than loves me and gives me purpose far better than King Henry ever could have.

Hopefully, I’ve gained a bit more respect for the immense privilege it is to be in the presence of my King.

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In the wake of tragedy…

Police officer guides pedestrians at Boston MarathonI live about 3,000 miles away from Boston.

About 1,400 miles away from Waco.

In short, I live too far away.

Tragedy in the US is nothing new. We have had acts of natural disasters, domestic terrorism, assassinations, spree killings, and more just in my lifetime. Yet, every time it strikes I get a huge lump in my throat. I feel incredibly helpless. I feel sad.

In that moment, most people take to their social media accounts and post their feelings. It’s completely natural. Your heart hurts and you’re sitting at home or in your office or at school and there’s nothing you can do. I, for one, am usually shocked. Especially if I feel a connection to a place (such as I’ve been there or I know people associated with it).

In the wake of the explosions at the Boston Marathon this week there was an outpouring of grief on social media. Thoughts, prayers, well wishes, sorrow – mostly in 140 characters or less. I think everyone knows that words can’t adequately capture the moment of an immense tragedy, but you have to say something.

Then, as has happened before on social media, came the angry backlash against the folks posting grief statements. “Stop praying and do something,” one tweet said. I even saw one that said “prayers are useless stop flooding the stream with them.”

It angered me on two counts: 1) I believe that prayers are not useless and 2) in a national tragedy everyone has the right to express their grief especially on social media.

Twitter and Facebook have come go-to sources for news (though, often misleading news) and I get that, but they’re also the human experience told in short messages. Let people say/feel what they want.

And, if you are feeling completely useless because, like me, you’re 3,000 miles away. Consider donating to the Red Cross. I know, it’s not very sexy or seemingly heroic, but they’re always the first to respond to a tragedy. Even if you can’t give a lot, it can help.

And pray. I won’t be yelling at you if you do.

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Is there too much content?

67hulu_vs_netflix We’ve been talking a lot in my new office about what things we like. I, of course, being a geek like TV shows, YouTube series, podcasts, books, comics and it’s ilk. They ask me about XYZ TV show that they like and I realize that I’ve fallen tremendously behind because it’s a CBS show and I don’t have it on my Hulu queue.

Later I’m listening to the Billboard Hot 100 playlist on Spotify and realize I haven’t even heard of 10% of the bands on the list, let alone listened to their singles. It’s a relief when Maroon 5 comes on, but then I’m upset to learn that Kenny Chesney (aka my husband who doesn’t know it yet) has a new song AND IT’S ABOUT A PIRATE FLAG.

The next day I’m looking through Walmart for the next book in the Heroes of Olympus series (not realizing it’s not out until October) and I stumble across another book that I had been waiting for, but forgot was coming out in March.

Meanwhile I see updates of amazing Kickstarters that I didn’t realize were going on and when I log into Netflix there’s the cover of a movie that I had told myself I’d see in the theater.

Yipes.

Content is vast and easy to find and, as you can see, everywhere online. If it weren’t for my Hulu Plus account I’m sure I’d miss 90% of the things I wanted to see. Even then, I have to go on binge watches while I grade papers to catch up. Don’t like mainstream content? There’s a whole world of really great things on YouTube and Vimeo. Hey, you can even watch Korean dramas on Hulu.

The great thing about this. One of the great things is it gives you choices. Gone are the days of the big three channels or your single local radio station. Yet, it seems more and more that the choices available are paralyzing or confusing. With so much great stuff out there should I really suffer through this “bottle episode” of this show?

Another great thing is it allows independent creation. Stories that wouldn’t have normally seen the light of day can be made online. Music that would never have found a producer can now be made in GarageBand. Books that never would have gone to print can be downloaded on to your Kindle app.

The amount of choice also allows for a middleman to enter the scene – the tastemaker. The person(s) who tell you what to watch, read, consume, etc. They take some of the guesswork out of the noise – if you choose to listen to them. Of course, that limits you in some ways, but it takes out the paralyzing choice making.

In the end, while there’s problems with the amount of content, I’d rather have more than less. More means that maybe some of my personal favorites thrive and, if I weed through the stuff I don’t like, I may be able to find them.

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Review of Whimsic Alley and The Doctor Who Ball

67918_10152245873320616_523056790_nAnyone who has known me for more than five minutes on social media knows of my deep and abiding love for the British TV show, Doctor Who. So it’s no surprise when the local store, Whimsic Alley, announced on Goldstar that they were having a Doctor Who ball on April 13th, that I snapped up tickets for it faster than you can say, Doctor Who?

The night began in line outside the store. When we got there there was already 1) Amy Pond in her Kiss-a-gram police uniform, Idris (aka Sexy), and a couple of TARDIS dresses. With my companions (ha, ha, ha) dressed as the 11th Doctor and Clara Oswin Oswald, and me with my fez (I wear a fez now, fezes are cool) we were in the right place. A couple of muggles walked by and looked confused, but overall we were in high spirits.

Inside Whimsic Alley is the most adorable shop you’d care to see. It’s designed to the enth degree and it looks like a row of shops rather than just one. British goods galore, a red telephone booth, trees, and building facades complete the effect. Fashioned after Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter series, the shop carries a wide range of Harry Potter merchandice, but also items from Doctor WhoThe Hobbit, and more. There’s also a wide range of British candies and sweets that you won’t find at your local grocery store (unless your local grocery store is awesome).

In the back of the store is a large banquet room, with the requisite floating candles, flaming sconces (don’t worry it’s not real fire, but it looks amazing), and long wooden tables. For The Doctor Who Ball, the tables had been covered with blue table clothes and decorated to look like the TARDIS. There was also a large TARDIS and several standees of the characters from the show on display. The food was on theme with scones, Jammy Dodgers (a type of cookie the 11th Doctor used to fool the Daleks), bananas (always take a banana to a party, Rose), Fish fingers and custard (11th Doctor’s favorite food), and (of course), tea and a range of Doctor Who named mixed drinks.

Upon arrival we were all given a name tag hung behind us so we could play a nice ice breaker game of “figure out who you are with yes or no questions.” There were some relatively easy ones that I saw (various “The Doctor,” The Master, etc) and then some really hard ones (The Nestene Consciousness…. seriously). I was the Adipose, which I guessed after 5 questions because someone told me I was cute and cuddly. The game helped us talk with other people there (which is good because sometimes geeks can be a bit shy) and also was a great way to talk about the show.

Then the rest of the evening was given to a photo booth, dancing, talking, raffles (I won a cool set of Doctor Who sticky notes), and a costume contest. The wide range of costumes was super fun to see. There were multiple Marthas, Roses, Rorys and Amys, but I was happy to see a Donna, a couple Captain Jacks, a Mickey, a Jackson Lake (the man who thought he was the Doctor), a K-9, and many more.

As the evening wound down, they opened up the shop and left us to all of the goodies the store had to offer. I picked up some Jammy Dodgers, because you never know when you have to fool a Dalek  into thinking you can blow up your TARDIS with a remote device.

All in all, an amazing evening and I hope we can do it again.

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My Jack or why you should adopt a pet

jackthekittenI know it’s cliche to be a single cat lady who writes posts about her pet. So sue me, sometimes I fall squarely into the cliche category. That said today I was sharing with one of my coworkers how awesome my pet was. Jack the kitten has been very happy to have me home and engaged more with him. It’s been good for both of us.

Coworker asked me how long I’ve had cats after I told him about the late and great MyBoyfriend. The answer? practically all my life and they’re all amazing. There was Snowball (who became known as Momma Cat) who used to groom me when I was little.  Henry, the crazy black cat who slept in odd positions and really loved grapes. There was the amazing Watson, who got hit by a car and survived. He used to follow me around all day like a puppy. Tigger, the most awesome fat cat you ever want to meet. And, of course, MyBoyfriend, the first cat of my adult life who inspired me to write children’s books.

Jack is the latest in long line of faithful companions. While he’s not the bravest cat I’ve ever known (okay, he’s pretty much a wimp and puts the scared in scaredy cat), he is devoted and a great cuddler. He loves looking out the window and birds and making odd “bird noises” at them. He can purr like no one’s business. He loves being petted and will protest if you stop.

All of my cats have been adopted in some way and Jack was no different. I got him from a humane shelter in San Pedro. I had taken a long time to pick someone out. It had been after I lost Tigger and I was overwhelmed with the choices. But I kept going back to Jack. He was bright, alert and begging to be petted. He was so tiny when I first got him, I felt bad for not getting an adult cat, but the shelter was overrun with kittens. I’m so glad I did bring him home that day. He’s been amazing and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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