Thursday, June 28, 2012

I'm Not Really Here

I'm only doing this blog post to let you know that I'm not really here.  I'm not really posting.  I'm also not writing a book right now.

And incidentally, just last night, I did not hit the "save" button on a doc entitled "chapter fourteen", because, as mentioned above, I am not writing a book right now, and saving a document entitled "chapter fourteen" when it is not actually a part of several preceding chapters (one thru thirteen, to be exact) would be completely mental and as we all know, I am not the least bit mental.  Not even a skosh. 

Hang on one sec while I trim my toenails with my cat's teeth.  

K.  Back.  

Anyhoo, in closing, I'm not really here, I'm not writing a book and my cat hates me.  

And now, here's a picture of me as a zombie:

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

WINNING! or I Know What Merle Dixon Would Do, Sucka!

Okay, I'm going to flat out warn you that this post contains serious geeky fangirl material, and if that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable/twitch/break out in hives, you may want to out click right now.  

G'head.  I'll even give you a few seconds to get out unharmed.  

Whew, I'm glad THEY left, aren't you?  Nothing like having THEM around when you're trying to have a full on geeky fangirl stroke.  

So, everyone that knows me knows that I'm a total geek, and that I love zombies and that I'm a huge The Walking Dead fan.  For those who don't watch the show (What.  Ever.), I'll give you a quick rundown of all applicable geekery to bring you up to speed:

It's the zombie apocalypse.  A rag tag group of survivors band together to try to survive.  Two of those rag tag survivors are Merle and Daryl Dixon, a couple of bad ass, foul mouthed rednecks, played by the incomparable Michael Rooker and Norman Reedus.  In season one, Merle gets handcuffed to the roof of a building in downtown Atlanta and is left to be chop suey for hoards of hungry zombies.  But he gets away by cutting off his own hand.  

See?  Bad ass.

Of course, there's tons more awesomeness to the show, but that's all you need to know to appreciate this particular uber fangirl moment.  A few weeks ago, a fabulous fansite called Dixon's Vixens held a What Would Merle Dixon Do? contest.  Merle is coming back for season three, and the challenge was to photoshop a picture of Merle with what you thought he'd have affixed to that stump to help him fight off shambling hoards of the undead.  I did a handful of them (pun totally intended).  Sent them on to the lovely Vixens and went about my day (you know, coffee, that writing thing, geeking out on Etsy, painting my nails fourteen different colors, warping my children, etc).  Then, last Sunday, I get a tweet from Dixon's Vixens.  It simply says "Pssst.  Congrats!"

That's right, peeps.  I effing WON!

Yep.  Me.  I never win anything.  EVER.  I won a Night Ranger poster at a state fair once.  And occasionally I'll win a dollar on a scratch ticket.  But this....this is made completely of awesome-sauce.  Because, I didn't just win it randomly, like a raffle or the lottery.  I won it because they totally got it!  My geekery was validated!  THEY LIKED ME.  THEY REALLY LIKED ME.  

Errr, ummm...well, they liked THIS:

Yep.  That's Merle with a Rancor.  

My prize for winning the WWMDD? contest is an autographed photo of the epically awesome Michael Rooker and a Rookered t-shirt, that will go into my rotation of t-shirt I LUFF, along with my Zombie at Tiffany's shirt and my Little Miss Detroit shirt.  

Thank you for sharing in my geek stroke, and if you are a The Walking Dead fan in any way, shape or form, do yourself a favor and bookmark the Dixon's Vixens website, like them on Facebook, and follow them on Twitter.  They're a fab group of ladies (and gents, can't forget the Mixens) who are doing it RIGHT.  (And if you don't know how to fangirl something the wrong way, clearly you haven't spent enough time on Twitter.)