It’s not entirely fair that Dugite doesn’t get a look in, though she is notoriously difficult to photograph. So here’s a high-key noir shot of my little black shadow.
This momentous occasion was called Supanova and OMG IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.
Picture, if you will, a 35 year-old newly converted convention groupie squealing like a school girl who’s just seen a penis for the first time.
And you still can’t get the grin off my face for love nor money.
I’ve been to a convention before and to be honest I wasn’t that taken with it – though that might have had something to do with the organisation of the event itself and the general people it attracted. I wasn’t really sold.
Then a friend of mine said “Come to America to DragonCon!” (another blog on that later) so I thought I’d get some practice in for that as well as geeking out with some other friends at a local con first. And of course my friends knew about my steampunk outfit and insisted that I wear it. Considering how much I loved wearing it the first time for Anya’s wedding, I was more than happy to wear it a second time – so long as they dressed up too.
Yes, there is always a caveat with me.
It wasn’t without some trepidation that I drove myself into Ascot Vale a couple weeks back – and not without some difficulty, too – do you have any idea how tricky it is driving in a corset? I had to reposition all my mirrors because suddenly I was sitting up very, very straight. But anyway, yes… trepidation, self-consciousness, etc, etc, etc. I was feeling all the Bad Things™.
I need not have bothered feeling shy or out of place once I got there.
The first people to walk by me were Capt’n Jack Sparrow and Davy Jones and a Xena (Warrior Princess) in full regalia.
Supanova was like something I had never experienced before. It was a place where people could revel in their fandoms, be their favourite characters and stretch their creative muscle. My efforts (and my mother’s efforts) with my own costume paled in comparison to some of the others who were there.
Alas and alack, I didn’t have my camera with me (sort of forgot in the excitement of everything) and so I don’t have any pictures but but a few that were taken of me by other folk. But these links will give you a good idea of the costumes and creations that were wandering around en masse throughout the day…
Anyhoo, aside from all the costume fun and madness, there was much shopping to be done. And boy did I shop. Foolishly I’d only taken about $40 with me to the con because; “Pfft, what am I going to buy?”
So after an ATM was located, about $250 made a lovely whooshing noise right out of my bank account. I don’t mind though, I got some beautiful artwork from a bunch of Australian artists – everything from a book of dragons by Emerson Ward to a beautiful Doctor Who print done in Mucha style created by Striped Designs and a fantastic print of Ash from Army of Darkness by Adam Nichols.
The huge draw cards for Supanova (and other conventions like it) are the appearances of the stars of the various geek and cult shows, past and present, that turn up to do panels/talks, autographs and signings. It’s all very cool and exciting. Sadly though, I am a book geek and not really a TV geek (unless you count Firefly or Game of Thrones or Big Bang Theory), so when it comes to meeting authors, I am extremely fangirly.
So imagine my shock – and subsequent joy – when one of Sandy’s friends said that Traci Harding was at Supanova.
Ahem. Guess which fangirl did NOT read her convention guide?
I knew Jim Butcher (of Dresden Files fame) was going to be there and I had been looking forward to meeting him but I had no idea Traci was going to be there too. I very nearly went into conniptions. Traci Harding was probably one of my favourite authors when I was in my last year of high school and all through uni and my early working days. Her books got a little weird for me after a while though I’ve since rediscovered a love for them – just in time for the release of the Ancient Future omnibus to be released.
So, yes… This happened:
She was adorable and so nice. And my mother will not forgive me for not taking her along – never mind the fact that she was in Canberra that weekend!
Anyway, shortly after my run-in with my ultimate fandom, a girl from one of the publishing house stalls called Sandy and I over and asked if our costumes were Steampunk.
I am fairly certain the look on my face said; “I mean, really? You have to ask?”
In any case, we said yes and she was all, “Do you KNOW Michael Pryor?! He’s all Steampunk too! Can we get a photo of you all together?”
I didn’t know who Michael Pryor was but Sandy, who is a big fan of his, certainly did and she filled me in as we waited to meet him. Steampunk author? OH, HELLS YES.
So then this happened:
He was absolutely delightful and I am definitely looking forward to reading his novels.
It feels great to have a substantial TBR pile again. Books are my happy.
And I’m fairly sure that the girl at the Dymocks stand thought I was insane because I went back about four times to buy books to be signed. Hee.
And of course somewhere in between all of that I also met Jim Butcher (who is windswept and interesting) and a little-known NZ-come-Aussie author by the name of Ged Maybury who was just so cute and adorable in a sad puppy-ish kind of way that I had to buy his book without even knowing anything about it.
So yes. Supanova. Much fun.
Quietly going to see if I can get to the Sydney one in June…
It’s still “this week”. I don’t really have a schedule for TWB, though I will aim for a Sunday/Monday night posting. It’s the end of the week now, though, but it still counts! Also, I don’t think I mentioned in my intro TWB post but any picture on any device counts. Cats have relatively short lives. If my cat’s going to do something cute I will take a picture with the nearest device able to do so, whether it’s my camera, my phone or my computer. (Which explains this week’s picture.)
Since starting her medication and obviously feeling better, Bindi has been slightly less neurotic and way more snuggly, particularly with me. I suspect it’s probably got more to do with the fact that it’s starting to get colder but I’ll take what I can get!
I took her for another blood test at the beginning of the week to see how her thyroid was reading now that she’s been on medication for a month and a half and yay, she’s completely normal. As in middle-of-the-range normal. Like a cat without a thyroid problem. Fortunately her kidneys are still in great shape too – hyperthyroidism in cats can often mask a more serious problem, that being kidney disease. The cat’s system is working so hard and fast to keep going that it actually helps with kidney failure, but once things are working normally, the kidneys can go kerplunkt too.
To be honest, I saw a change within a few days of starting the medication, even though we had been told it usually took at least two months for improvements to be visible. I thought it was my imagination but after two weeks even the Manbeast was asking me if I thought she looked better. She’s all glossy and she doesn’t feel so fragile. She’s even moving better too.
Our next step is to decide whether we want to go the radiation treatment for a permanent cure (or at least a 95% chance of permanent cure) or keep on with the ear gel. The radiation treatment will be around the $1500-1800 mark all up. The ear gel is a daily treatment for the rest of her life at about $100 a month. Both are big costs. I have friends who balk at the idea of spending that much on a cat; they look at me horrified when I tell them that I spent several thousand dollars on her when she was ill a couple of years ago only for her to get better on her own for the most part.
Yeah, there are some who would let nature take it’s course and I understand that. But I want Bindi to live the best possible life she can for as long as she can. In any case, I’ll let you know what we decide in a couple weeks.
I figured I needed a new project with which to entertain myself and what’s better than tormenting a cat with a camera once a week?
The Weekly Bindi is a Project 52 I’ve decided to start in an effort to record the life of my cat, Bindi. At least once a week for a year.
Bindi is my little tabby cat – originally a big-eared foundling from a country property. I snaffled her and her sister (Dugite) about 13 years ago now under the pretense of doing a good deed and taking them to the Lort Smith to be rehomed. Err… well… they didn’t quite make it.
However I will always maintain that keeping them was ultimately not my decision but the manbeast’s who, in his infinite wisdom, gave them names.
It was a done deal after that.
Anyhoo… fast forward about eleven years and you have one very sick Bindi and one very unemployed Ren. After a vet bill that didn’t leave me with much change out of $3000 OR a diagnosis as to why my cat was suddenly at death’s door, I realised that my little Bindi-puss was not going to live forever, even if she did pull through whatever it was that made her so ill.
Fortunately she survived but two years later she has an extremely sensitive gut and a severe case of hyperthyroidism, the latter of which requires very expensive medication I get to rub into her ears twice a day for the rest of her life. A small price to pay for a little creature who is essentially my little depression dialysis machine. She takes all the sad and turns it into happy. Even the manbeast knows that when I am particularly down I need a Bindi cuddle.
Because her illness has aged her so much, I don’t want to be caught without pictures of her when she does finally kick the proverbial. Hence the Weekly Bindi.
A short 15 minute or so walk from my house is a little park with some man-made waterways. It’s well established now and is called home and visited by various birds, mostly wild ducks (or ducks gone wild as the case may be) but there’s the odd water fowl, swan and pelican who stay for brief periods of time. The place is simple but a pretty and fairly easy walk, so I took my camera and bad hip for a hobble and took some photos.
In a fit of abject boredom yesterday afternoon, I popped over to my sister’s place and we went out to the local plaza for a little retail therapy.
Not really, I just needed to buy some cat food and a sun visor for my car, but anyway…
We walked past a florist and she started talking about how she now regularly buys fresh flowers for the house. She recommended I get some.
So I did. I bought some beautiful pink and pale green-almost-all-white roses that reminded me very much of my wedding bouquet (cue sentimentality) and some gorgeous little purple and white carnations. And I spent an hour last night cutting them up and arranging them in a couple of vases (read: large water pitchers since I don’t actually “do” vases), pricking my fingers on just about every bloody thorn on each rose while I was at it.
I discovered two things.
1. I really like fresh flowers.
2. I suck at flower arranging.
I was wandering past this afternoon and realised that all the tight buds had opened up and I had to grab my camera and run off a few shots while they still looked lovely.
… Nothing needs to be said.
The hours approaching, just give it your best
You’ve got to reach your prime.
That’s when you need to put yourself to the test,
And show us a passage of time,
We’re gonna need a montage…. (Montage!)
Oh it takes a montage…. (Montage!)
Ok, so my cat isn’t quite Rocky Balboa but she’s worthy of a MONTAGE(!)
And just because you got this far, here’s a Bindi-derp.
Before I get started on the review, I just wanted to let my faithful readers (all four of you) that I will be updating this bloggery thing here and making it a more functional website. Don’t worry, it’ll still be a blog but it’ll be prettier and hopefully more useful to the both of us.
A few weeks ago I was after a make-up artist to assist me on a shoot that I was doing with my lovely friend Elle. This was to be a boudoir session and I really wanted to pull out all of the stops to make it good for Elle and also yield a good result for my own portfolio.
Because I am pretty much a penniless photographer, I put out put out a call on Facebook page for local models, stylists and photographers for a MUA/hair stylist to assist me on a “trade for time/file” collaboration basis. I had a few takers but Rebecca’s images impressed me the most and I immediately got back to her to arrange her services.
Unfortunately I’ve been involved in a few shoots where the MUA has cancelled at the last minute or simply not even shown up at all. There have also been cases where if they did decide to grace us with their presence, they were late or ran overtime or just had shockingly bad attitudes and delusions of grandeur – and even worse, their work wasn’t as good as the photos in their portfolio had promised. It all equals up to a pretty sour experience. So I will admit to bringing my own makeup kit with me, JUST IN CASE.
I need not have worried at all.
Rebecca is a relative newcomer to the make-up industry and is also building her portfolio but if her current level of service and professionalism continues apace, she will be one of the best in the business and I am sure will be called on for loads of jobs. She turned up on time, listened to what I was after and delivered in spades. Elle really enjoyed having her make-up and hair done and appreciated Rebecca’s chatty but professional personality. With Rebecca doing her thing, I was able to do some planning in the room and gather my ideas for the shoot ahead.
Now, Elle is gorgeous already without makeup but Rebecca’s styling brought out her best and was complimented the style of the shoot perfectly. I couldn’t have been happier and neither could Elle.
You can find Rebecca on her Facebook page – Rebecca Vaughan Make-up Artist and on her own blog, Just Wing It. I’m recommending her to all an sundry now. She’s even doing the bridal makeup for another friend of mine.
Oh, and by the way. Elle is in her late forties.
Yes, you can curl up and die of jealousy now. I have a thousand times already.