Warhead On Legs

( Deutsch )

Oh baby, who's awesome? I am awesome. Admittedly, mostly because I can follow directions carefully, but STILL. I now have a dark rust colored leotard (and if I'm really fussy about it I might order another white one to dye a slightly lighter shade, but still) upon which I can sew my Thundercats patch and that means the Cheetara costume is pretty much done, baby. Oh yeah, who's your daddy?

At some point I'm guessing later this week I might actually dress up in my Cheetara costume and take pictures. Or possibly next week before Dragon Con, we'll see.

Seriously, I am feeling so awesomely achieved right now. I have a bunch of costumes that I've done alterations to that actually will work as altered, I have a few pirate/poet/generic non-blouse shirts that will work, I have corsets and random other shit for my off days (or I may just cop out and go with jeans and t-shirts if I can't get EVERYTHING sewn in time) and, really, I'm not feeling rushed in any of this. I am fucking ready for Dragon Con. And, on the other plus side of it, if I want I can probably dye another leotard and keep that for the Cheetara costume, but either way? I have two (plus garb) costumes I can reuse next year. This, too, is awesome.

( 30 days of writing )

11. Who is your favorite character to write? Least favorite?

Ohhh I've been dreading this question. I don't really have a least favorite character to write. Right now my favorite to write is definitely Nameless, because he's uncouth, he says things that I want to say even if they're not always (read: almost never) in the way I want to say them, and even despite all his many, many flaws he's still a pretty cool guy. Sam the Sorcerer is my other favorite. Because he's Sam. And he's really damn easy. Pun intended.

Least favorite... I don't know. I don't really have a least favorite. Probably whoever's being stubborn about being written at the time.

12. In what story did you feel you did the best job of worldbuilding? Any side-notes on it you'd like to share?

I think the worst job I did of worldbuilding was probably the Kovalenko Contingency Mars colony. I didn't map anything out, I didn't take notes, I didn't figure out a damn thing beforehand with the end result being a lot of the description was half-assed and would probably give a real scientist fits, not to mention writers who demand at least a little consistency in their rules-breaking. The best job... probably goes to my first novel. I had the maps of everything worked out, the climates, the cultures of most places, I had a lot of detail jammed into that thing. Which, since I was working on it for five or six years, sort of makes sense. A pity it was actually written like crap. The other place I can think of that I did a decent job of building is the Desert, but that's still a work in progress. I'm still working on that. And I hope that the first novel that's set there will turn out to be better than the first novel set in my other world. Which, since there's about twelve years of experience between then and now, is probably pretty easy to assure.

For my own edification and organization, nothing to see here, move right along. (I need a costumes icon, I seriously do.)


( Cheetara )

( Silk Spectre )

( Abby Sciuto )

( Teyla Emmagen )

( Faye Valentine )

( Huntress )

( Tron )

( Tetsuo Shima )

( 日本語 )

Okay! So, that's done, and now I have a crapton of stuff to check in at work. Still. Finishing my grapes first. Hah, there's a phrase I should write in Japanese, please eat your vegetables.

I got part something or other of my Cheetara costume today: my yellow unitard. Which is actually a really damn good color for it! Now I just have to make sure it fits, which I could do here but will probably do at home anyway since it's a unitard. And at some point I need to make a list of all the parts of my costumes and, well, here is as good a place to do it as any. And then check them off to make sure I have them. Seriously you guys this is going to be so awesome I can't even begin to describe.

( Cheetara )

( Silk Spectre )

( Misc Steampunk )

Started practicing my French again, and promptly realized that while my reading comprehension and listening comprehension is good, my ready vocabulary sucks the monkey's left testicle. And listening to and watching movies apparently only does so much because the vocab goes in one side of my brain and out the other instead of out of my mouth as it properly should. Which probably is something worth noting about the way brains work, or at least my brain works, but I can't be fashed to note it right now.

My life really isn't that exciting, you guys. Tonight, I think the plan is to ... let's see, I've tried the makeup, I am not walking around in 5" stripper heels until next week, thank you bad back muscles. I might walk around in the considerably lower Cheetara boots. Tonight is for trying on the unitard and probably just writing, no costume stuff required. Oh! Tonight is also for trying to match the gloves I have with the sleeves of the store-bought costume, because they're idiots and didn't do a leotard and gloves, just black vinyl sleeves. It's possible I can tear off the vinyl sleeves and pull up the gloves to up above where the yellow ends, but I don't know. It's also possible I can just sock glue the gloves up to the top of my arms under the black vinyl, but that would look considerably worse. Decisions. And experiments I will make tonight. Also, possibly, doing the blouse-bodice-skirt thing, but only if I can find my damn blouses in whatever box they're packed in. However, sewing a blouse is the work of about two hours, so that's no worries if I can't.

I'm really loving this whole going in costume aspect of Dragon Con. I can't even begin to tell you. I don't get to dress up often enough, although I suppose I could if I really wanted to, it's not like work has a dress code. It's just that for what I do it's often not practical. There's also something fun about going to cons in costume if you're not in a desperate hurry to get anywhere. Or if your schedule allows padding for having your picture taken, because, really. But last year a lot of people stopped me to get my picture. Double fun every time I saw a Comedian. Triple fun because one Comedian's wife was actually dressed as the first Silk Spectre on Saturday. Yes, that was made of awesome. He gave me a smiley button. It even had blood on it.

( Cheetara boots! )

So, I can walk again. Stiffly, lurching, and it feels like one side of my body is higher than the other which might be the long-quiet scoliosis if it's even present (I'll have to ask the doctor about that on Monday) or it might just be some muscles in my back are unknotting more quickly than others. The worst part about this is the constant fear every time I move, now, that the pain will come back and I'll go crashing and yelping to the ground again. It doesn't help me untense. And it's not something... I can cope, eventually, most likely, with certainty in some change of my physical state. I have to, at least, with the inevitability of time as does everyone else. I don't yet have mechanisms to cope with this. It's irritating.

Other news. I have my Cheetara boots! I don't know if I have anything else of my costume because I haven't been at work in three days, which is really getting to me. But I have my boots, and they look awesome and they are going to be comfortable as anything fur-lined would be in Atlanta when it's this hot, and I'll be able to walk around them in the con all day. Which is important. My Silk Spectre boots are not so awesome. I have room in my boot box that I should be able to stuff my leotard in it, and... yeah. Everything is coming together. Except my physical state of being. Which I'm working on. Apart from being scared of having torn something important, I'm really annoyed that this is interrupting my exercise routine somewhat. Yes, it's a stupid thing to be annoyed by, but it's annoying me all the same.

Languages have been completely disrupted. Possibly by my inability to sit still, due to being reminded every twenty minutes to get up and keep moving. Hopefully I can pick that routine back up on Monday. Eating routine is still holding steady, somehow. Despite the fact that first having my mouth abused and then doing something horrible to my back completely made me turn into a five year old and want comfort and indulgence. I guess I want to be a superheroine more. Which is progress. Being a superheroine also means eating healthy.

I'm not even sure what to do about this weekend's plans. Wig hunting is happening tomorrow, I think. Or at least, that's the plan. I don't know in what state I'll wake up tomorrow, but if I can get both wig hunting and pattern cut out done tomorrow, that ought to be enough tasks to take up my spoons in addition to the normal business of the day.

And maybe I can get the house in some semblance of order. That'd be nice. I miss having a clean house. I miss having routines, and a lot of things. I feel very adrift, I think, without my routines. Which is understandable, that's why we have them, but still. It's one thing to knwo it and another thing to have your routines completely wrecked by forces out of your control. I feel empowered with my routines. And now that I don't have them I feel out of shape and useless. Although not fat, which is also an improvement over my usual self-esteem issues.

Anyway. For now, getting up every twenty minutes, writing. Puttering around. Cleaning up a bit. If I keep tidying while I walk around and get that exercise, maybe I'll accomplish some things that'll make me feel better.

Don't get me wrong, I don't actually feel that bad, it's just a certain offness that's hanging around the more I spend time hanging around the house being an invalid for one reason or another, doped up on meds and unable to focus. Don't much like it.