Thank you, 2018

Even though I’m a self-professed Christmas grump, I kind of like new year’s eve. If you’ve had a good year, it’s a good chance to look back and reflect on the good times that were had and to hope to continue the trend. If you’ve had a bad year, it’s a convenient time to give it the middle finger and tell the universe that you’re going to move on to bigger and better things. 2018 started out rough. I made the difficult decision to end my marriage, became an emotional wreck, isolated myself, had to learn to trust people all over again and most of all, had to learn to trust in myself all over again. I had to accept that sometimes you’ll put your all into something and it still won’t get you results, but at least you can walk away knowing you tried. I had to trust that even if shit goes down, life will go on, and guess what? It’ll all be okay. It’s all going to be okay, but it’ll only be okay if you make the effort to make it so.


I gave myself time to grieve, time to wallow. Crocheting didn’t feel as fun anymore. I tried to fill my schedule with as many things as possible, anything, just to get away from the emptiness at home and the reminders of what was now gone, or reminders of things that I had found out too late were never there to begin with. Then things got better. I started rebuilding my home (in a figurative and literal sense), and slowly started rebuilding my life. My friends and family have been incredibly supportive and loving, and I started to take chances on myself. I’d try new things, some of them worked out, and some of them didn’t and that was all okay. It was all about figuring out what would work for me and what wouldn’t. Eventually I took the plunge to take my first solo trip to Portland, Oregon, and as a result it set off a series of amazing solo travel adventures in the months to come. I met new friends and reconnected with old ones. I developed better care habits for my health. I went to San Diego Comic-Con as I do every year, but I was feeling a bit anxious about going without the same people I’d been going with for all these years, but I quickly found a new tribe and we’ve all continued to hang out back home in Houston and have continued to get into nerdy hijinks ever since.

I’m finally growing back into my own skin after feeling myself fall away, and it feels pretty fucking good. 2018 started out rough, but it turned out to be the reset button that I never knew I needed, even if it meant going through a bumpy ride starting out. If you’ve had a great year, rock on. If you’ve had a shitty year, tonight’s your chance to tell 2018 to fuck off, things can and will be okay, but it’s all about what you make it out to be. Thank you, 2018, for kicking my ass and teaching me to grow. 2019, I can’t wait to see what you bring my way. Be good to each other, and happy new year to everyone out there. ❤️



Suicide Squad: Better than Dawn of Justice, but FAR from being Guardians of the Galaxy.

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Yay! You didn’t suck in the movie! HARD WORK JUSTIFIED.

Alright, so I watched Suicide Squad over the weekend. Remember when I made that little Harley Quinn for Comic-Con? I spent a lot of time on that little bugger. And it made me nervous. I normally wait until the movie comes out before I take the time to make a critter from a new movie, because what if the movie sucks? Then I end up bitter that I spent all that time making something that I ended up not liking. Even with Star Wars: The Force Awakens I had people suggesting left and right that I should make a little BB-8, but I wanted to hold off on it until I saw the movie myself. That being said, I made a little Harley anyway because I loved her new look in Suicide Squad, and hoped for the best when the movie came out. Good news! The movie itself wasn’t anything great, but Harley Quinn was good. Here are my thoughts:






I’ll start with the caveat that I don’t know much about the characters in Suicide Squad outside of Joker and Harley, so I watched it more or less as a layperson. Otherwise let’s start with the good:

  • Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn: Margot Robbie’s acting skills were severely underutilized here, but for what little they DID make of her, I loved it. She got the flirty-killer thing down, and I feel like she managed to show Harley’s conflicted romantic feelings for the Joker really well in just one short scene.
  • Viola Davis as Amanda Waller: Loved her too. I also loved the parts where people would start babbling on to Colonel Flagg before he’d interrupt them and say “you need to be talking to her, not me.” That used to happen to me SO MUCH at my old job. The struggle is real.
  • Will Smith as Deadshot: Deadshot was probably the only other character who helped hold the movie together. Classic “badass who did bad things but HEY LOOK he’s a daddy awwwwwwww,” but it worked.
  • The bar scene: The movie needed so much more of this. We got some backstories (because OMG bad guys are people too), we saw the characters finally start to find some common ground…and then it all quickly went back to their disjointed “squad” that doesn’t really act as a squad. Sigh.

And then the bad:

  • Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn: See above. They could’ve done so much more with it, and they didn’t.
  • ENCHANTRESS. WTF: The introduction to Enchantress was pretty cool. Then it all went downhill, FAST. I feel like the director told Cara Delevigne “Okay, stand here and flail your arms around like one of those inflatable waving dudes you see at car dealerships. Yes, YES, WAVE MORE! FEEL THE EXCITEMENT ABOUT THE 0% APR.” No. Just no.
  • Too much in too little time (or inefficient use of time):  I still don’t know who the hell most of these characters are or why I should care about them. Harley and Deadshot were the only ones who had backstories that were fleshed out beyond an ineffective 1-minute montage. Keyword being ineffective. Ocean’s Eleven introduced ELEVEN people and still managed to make me like them for one reason or another.
  • Boomerang and Katana: They didn’t need to be there. At all. Also as much as people gripe about Harley’s hotpants and stiletto-boots, can we talk about those long-ass ribbons on Katana’s outfit? Girl, you’re going to get tangled in that shit in no time. Also Katana sobbing to her sword seemed out of place and awkward. You know what? Killer Croc could’ve been taken out too and the movie would’ve been exactly the same.
  • There was no “squad moment”: Look, movies like this follow a formula. Gather a bunch of misfits, introduce all of their individual abilities and personality quirks, and then towards the end you have a big “OH SHIT THAT’S HOW IT ALL WORKS TOGETHER” sequence. It’s cheezy, it’s predictable, but it works. Suicide Squad completely missed the point of the “squad” part. Deadshot shoots things. Diablo sets things on fire. At no point do any of them do these things in a concerted effort. They do their jobs individually at the same time, but none of it meshed together well enough to make it feel like everyone’s roles were falling into place.

On the fence:

  • Jared Leto as the Joker: Still not sure how I feel about this one. Jared Leto did pretty well to make his own Joker, which is a pretty difficult feat when you’ve already got two VERY different bars set by Jack Nicholson and Heath Ledger, but something still felt a little off about it. It was never QUITE where it needed to be. Not scary enough to be dread-inducing. Not crazy enough to make you say “oh holy shit, what’s wrong with you??” The end result was a mafia boss in clown makeup. Supposedly a lot of footage was cut and the Joker was meant to be much darker, but look, what matters is what’s actually IN the movie. You don’t buy a shitty chocolate chip cookie and then have the baker tell you “oh, the original batch had higher quality chocolate in it, but we had to cut it out” – what matters is the freaking cookie that you bought.

Overall impression: there were loads of flaws, but I actually liked it. It was pretty much what I expected it to be: nothing ground-breaking or particularly distinctive, but fun enough that I wasn’t constantly asking myself “are we done yet?” It’s a superhero (villain?) movie for crying out loud, you’re not going to find anything deep or substantial here. Compared to Dawn of Justice Suicide Squad did FAR better in keeping things relatively consistent (none of that “Superman can hear Lois Lane all the way in Africa but can’t hear his own mother in the same city” crap), and at the very least it didn’t take itself too seriously. On the other hand while Dawn of Justice dragged things out, Suicide Squad crammed in too much. DC needs to find a happy medium soon, or the upcoming Wonder Woman and Justice League movies are going to be a rough time for everyone.


Hi! I’m not dead! Just uber-busy. Turns out they weren’t kidding when they say planning a wedding is practically a full time job in itself. Throw in the fact that I’m a stubborn DIY type and I end up creating a LOT more work for myself than necessary. I really need to learn when to put down the hot glue gun.

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Otherwise, life’s been good and I’ve been trying to make some new critters. Key word being “trying.” The short ‘n chubby limbless look has been working out pretty well for me so far, but I kind of want to change things up and add limbs to my critters. The only thing is that I’m picky about how they look, so the trial and error is going to be a long process. Because dammit, sometimes my critters need arms and legs! They’ve been limbless for too long. Otherwise, how’s life for all you geeks out there?

The dirty thirty

Today’s a day I’ve been dreading for a while. Today I kiss my 20’s goodbye.

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But dammit, WHY do I need to be so anxious about turning 30? What’s with this weird self-imposed sense of doom just because I’ve managed to survive 30 years in this crazy world? In a lot of ways I feel like I haven’t accomplished enough, but you know what? I like to think I’ve done some pretty cool stuff before hitting the age of 30. To take a page from my dear friend Linda (who loves to categorize things into numbered lists), here’s 30 things that I’ve managed to accomplish in my 30 years on planet earth:

  1. I’ve had the privilege to eat some of the best barbecue in Texas, and therefore, THE WORLD.
  2. I ate a balut and liked it.
  3. I’ve eaten grasshoppers and they were delicious. (grasshopper tacos at Hugo’s for anyone who’s interested)
  4. I’ve jumped out of a plane. But I WON’T go bungee-jumping.
  5. Went to a drive-in theater!
  6. I auditioned for a reality TV show (along with Linda!) and was immediately eliminated before even getting a chance to tell the producers about myself.
  7. I’ve watched a brain surgery where a tumor the size of a golf ball got plucked out of a dude’s head. A few days later I’m chatting with the guy and all I could think was “oh my god, I watched your skull get sawed apart just days ago!” Amazing.
  8. I managed to sucker a dude into putting a ring on my finger! HA! HE’S STUCK WITH ME NOW.
  9. I’ve lived through all the right decades to see video games progress from cheezy 8-bit goodness to the crazy cinematic beauties that they are now. AWESOME.
  10. I’ve had the privilege of going to San Diego Comic-Con (aka the mecca of geeks) not just once, but THREE times. Hoping for more in the years to come.
  11. I’ve seen the Dalai Lama speak. Missed out on seeing the pope when I visited Rome because I took one look at the line at 6 am and was like NOPE.
  12. I’ve successfully grown a Chia pet! Yes, I own a Chia pet.
  13. I’ve traveled to 14 countries and hope to add many, many MANY more in the future.
  14. I’ve eaten ramen in six cities. Hoping to add many more to this because I WILL EAT FRESH RAMEN ANYWHERE.
  15. I busted my head open and got 6 stitches. I wish it was because of something cool like a bar fight, but I actually tripped while going up the stairs. Because I’m SUPER talented like that.
  16. I managed to close a car door onto my own head. Again, because I’m SUPER talented like that.
  17. I learned to play the piano (and have mostly forgotten by now)
  18. I learned to play the violin (and have completely forgotten by now)
  19. I learned to figure skate (I can move around on ice just fine, but don’t expect me to do anything fancy)
  20. I tried to throw a ninja star and failed horribly.
  21. I shot some guns (oh, Texas) and actually did pretty alright.
  22. I’ve raised a butterfly from a caterpillar. It didn’t die! Hooray!
  23. I’ve seen Anthony Bourdain speak. He’s just as much of a badass in person as he is on TV.
  24. I bought myself something nice from Tiffany’s to reward myself for slaving away at a rough job for 1 year.
  25. I made an impulse visit to the science museum at 1 am to see (and sniff) a rare blooming corpse flower.
  26. I hiked for 3 days on foot to see Machu Picchu!
  27. Related: I ate a roasted guinea pig in Peru.
  28. I’ve visited a reportedly haunted location. Actually, I’ve visited two. Being a skeptic, I didn’t see anything happen, but the haunted hotel I stayed at WAS pretty creepy.
  29. I taught myself how to crochet!
  30. I’ve made enough mistakes to know better, but still have enough curiosity in me to go out and make more.

I’d say I’ve done pretty well for the first thirty years of my life. My teens were full of awkward growing pains, my 20s were a time of self-development, and now in my 30s I can reap the benefits of all the time spent cultivating who I am today. Today I turn 30. And I’ve never felt better.

Dye-ing to know…

So when I go on long crocheting marathons, I wear this hideously ugly “comfort glove.”


Lookit that skin-tone hawtness.

Yup. Pretty freakin’ ugly, and I never wear it if I’m crocheting out in public. I’ve been hoping to maybe dye it brown and paint a Triforce onto it so it’ll look something like one of Link’s bracers in the Legend of Zelda. So something like this, but on that ugly glove:

I don’t know the first thing about dyeing fabrics. The closest I found to trying something at home without blowing money on dyes that I won’t use again is something along the lines of boiling it with some coffee grounds, and that sounds HIGHLY iffy since I don’t know anything about how different fabrics react to boiling water. Here’s a shot of the care tag:

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WTF is “Med-a-likra”??

Anyone have experience in fabric dyeing? Any words of wisdom? Or if you just want to say hi and geek out over something, that’s cool too. 🙂

In an effort to prevent carpal tunnel…

So this probably isn’t what everyone wants to hear (especially after everything that’s happened at Comic-Con!), but I’m gonna take a break. Not a particularly long break – just a few weeks – but a break nonetheless. Because after a crocheting marathon like I did in the weeks leading up to Comic-Con, I think my hands could use some rest. Also, one of my hands hurts because I got into a fight with an elevator door while I was in San Diego, and the STUPID DOOR WON. I’LL GET YOU NEXT TIME.

Also, here’s another reason:


This is Finn. As you can see, poor Finn is a quadriplegic. He’s BEEN a quadriplegic for almost a year now. Last year I made a Finn and Jake for an art trade with Toygami, and I liked them so much that I wanted to make a pair for myself too. Life got busy, projects started piling up (I get LOTS of requests from friends for the holidays), and well…Finn STILL HAS NO ARMS OR LEGS. C’mon, that’s just cruel. So…I’m going to try to finish this lil’ dude up, because a year is an awfully long time to go without limbs.

And this:


This is supposed to be my college mascot, Bevo. My friend asked for this quite literally TWO YEARS ago. Uh…I think it’s time to get started on that.

So fear not, everyone. The crocheting posts will be back soon enough, and I’ve got plenty of new projects in mind! I’m just gonna give my hands a rest for now though. Ow.

Peru = Magic

I’m back! Remember how I was so worried that the trip might be one huge mistake? No mistakes were made. I didn’t mind getting up super early in the morning for the hikes. The climbs were tough, but absolutely worth the work. I came back hobbling like an old woman with 3 busted toes and I’d still go back and do it again. It was THAT amazing.

In Peru I drank many pisco sours:


And ate guinea pigs:


They honestly taste JUST like chicken, just with less meat. The crisped skin was like skin from roast pork, but thinner, so it was more crispy instead of crunchy. So overall it was like roast chicken with thin pork cracklings on top. Pretty darn good.

I ate through an AMAZING local market:

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I saw some breath-taking scenery:


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And climbed up to great heights:


And of course I saw Machu Picchu!


Truly stunning.


Soaking up the sun like the king of the Incas.

…and this happened too. HAND PHOTOBOMB!


Obviously a very eventful and significant trip for me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, injuries and all. Even if you don’t want to do the hike, you can take a train to see Machu Picchu from Cusco. Either way it’s absolutely worth seeing, and Cusco itself is so rich with culture and art that I could’ve spent a few extra days just immersing myself in everything it has to offer. Gracias, Peru. It was a magical time.

Otherwise, now that I’m back, I’ve got a TON of crocheting to do before Comic-Con! Hookers can’t seem to get a break. 🙂