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Yeah...it's been too long since I've posted. I've just been busy, really! Reading, work, vacation, tv watching, music listening, etc.! So Comic Con was really fun this year. I had an absolute blast. Main reason? I didn't wear any costumes so I was stress free. I was more focused on the convention and the booths than my mascara or wig. I bought the Auron and Yuna FFX Play Arts figures, and a moogle plush. Tyler got a penny arcade t-shirt and the Sorceress statue. Oh and comics of course. Went to Fish Market which was delightful, and Dick's, Cheescake Factory twice. I went to Urban Outfitters a few times as sadly, we do not have one in Salt Lake City. Tragic, but good because I would be eternally broke if we did. So we also went to Disneyland (for 14 goddamn hours), Sea World (where I got the worst burn ever), Universal Studios, and the Wild Animal park. All in all, way too much stuff to do. But we had fun. Still, nice to be home with the cats and the bed and lovely air conditioner. Current Mood: busy Current Music: Roxanne Cash, Dreams Are Not My Home
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So I saw V for Vendetta on Saturday. The comic is incredible, so I had very high hopes. I got to see the panel last year at San Diego Comic Con--Natalie Portman was there, which was cool. I just completely understand why Alan Moore will have nothing to do with film versions of his work. It was a good movie. But it was not a faithful adaptation, despite what people say. In fact, it highly annoys me when people say it is faithful. IT IS NOT. Go read the comic again, please. Natalie was incredible. I doubted her from Star Wars, but she WAS Evey. And V was unbelievable. Hugo Weaving has the only voice for V. And the tone was similiar. But don't tell me the changes were insignificant. The changed the entire plot. In the film, Finch states that V wants chaos. NO. He wants anarchy. Anarchy is NOT chaos. That's what they want you to think. I was moved by the film and I think it's important that it came out now--but it was obviously made for an American audience, when the comic was written for a British one. I am on Alan Moore's side. Making these changes is like telling him that his work is wrong, when it's HIS creation, no one else's. If my comic was ever published and made into a film and they fucked with it, that would be the greatest insult I can think of. Case in point: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. AMAZING comic. Fucking terrible movie. Mina is the leader in the comic. So of course they make it Sean Connery. Can't have a woman in charge, now can we? From Hell. A rape of the comic. I love Johnny, I really do. But I don't think the comic would make a film. Maybe a miniseries. (Which reminds me of Preacher---the movie is going to blow. That series would HAVE TO BE an HBO miniseries. There's too much there for 2 hours of film). Okay, tirade over. I just think creators should be more respected. Still, in my mind, the greatest Comic book adaptation is Sin City. Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Beth Orton
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I have been remembering a lot lately. Specifically, that last Christmas was an utter nightmare. I was an anxiety-ridden wreck--I doubted my own existence, my relationships, my purpose. In actuality, this past year has been exceptionally hard. Mostly lows, but there have been some good highs that won't make the entire year of 2005 a year to forcibly forget--such as San Diego and meeting internet friends, having my art adored by the public, my new kitten Colby, and a renewed sense of love for my very amazing husband. I worry too much. How I look, how I act, how I think, what others think, how others feel. I want to please everyone and accomplish my dreams. December always becomes an intense period of self-reflection and anxiety, where I wonder if the upcoming year will bring that amazing new life I dream about. Yet I survived this past year, when I thought I couldn’t, when I thought I’d be buried, destroyed by circumstances that seemed to mount on top of one another, incessantly and cruelly efficient in their weight and number. Yet, I sense that this extended period of pain, blood, and oh-so-many tears has to be worth it. Will 2006 be the year where I cross lines and check-off deadlines, where I transcend dreams? I’m starting my graduate program in January. Only a few weeks of freedom left. I anticipate major stress and hardship, but I feel in my veins that this has to be worth it. I want to write. I want to succeed. I want to get these stories out of my head. I’m going to, for the first time, seriously show my comic portfolio to publishers. I have to believe that SDCC will be successful in this way. I have to admit to myself that drawing is more important than cosplay. I have to develop my thick skin so I can withstand their criticism. And, I have to accept myself, wholeheartedly. I’m not perfect, I’m not 18 anymore, I’m not a beauty queen. I’m me, and that has to be good enough. Current Mood: pensive Current Music: Breaking Up The Girl--Garbage
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