On Superhero Movies and Reading My First Comic Book — April 4, 2014

On Superhero Movies and Reading My First Comic Book

As I surfed the internet the other night, likely procrastinating something really important, I ran across this article in which two or three men list ten superheroes who should get their own movie. Now, let’s be honest. That article title should have rightfully read “10 Male Superheroes Who Need Their Own Movie.”

There is not a single female hero to be found in that list. Which got me thinking a lot about it. Marvel has announced they’re developing a solo Black Widow movie. I’ll believe it when I’m sitting in the theater and its opening credits are rolling.

I tweeted about the article and a couple of my followers suggested I write my own list. Which would be great. Except that I’ve never read a single comic book in my life. How could I write a list when my only knowledge of female superheroes comes from the movies I’ve watched in the last 14 years?

I know Storm, Jean Gray, Rogue, Black Widow. That’s about it. At least for Marvel universe. (Thanks to Lego Marvel Superheroes I could come up with a bigger list.) I have vague recollections of playing superheroes on the playground in elementary school (probably 2nd grade) and always being Black Widow.

My brother had a rather large set of Marvel trading cards which I used to peruse when I was little. Then when the movies started coming out, I would come home from the movies and go through the collection to find the characters we’d just seen on-screen. Through those, my mom and I would educate ourselves on them. Generally, we end up calling my brother and asking him to fill us in on things.

As I’ve gotten more immersed in the geek world these last couple of years, I’ve gleaned a teeny bit of knowledge of who some other female heroes might be.

A fleeting idea led to me re-downloading the Marvel app for my tablet. I’d downloaded it ages ago when I found a post on Pinterest where the person had taken screenshots of a new Avengers comic. Screenshots which featured background extras that looked remarkably like Rose, Jack, the Doctor, maybe even Micky and River. I had to buy the comic to verify what I was seeing.

Marvel writers and illustrators are Whovians!

But I never read that comic.

So two nights ago, I thought I’d remedy this gaping hole in my nerd education. I bought a couple of comics and started reading.

And promptly got frustrated because I’m pretty sure I jumped into the middle of storylines, despite seeming to buy the first issue in the first volume. I may have started in the wrong place. But how would I know where to begin in the pantheon of comics available via this app?

I wouldn’t. But the internet is rife with horror stories of women being treated poorly or downright heinously upon entering a comic book store. I shudder to think that one poor experience with an app and lack of knowledge would turn me away from comic books forever. However, it just might happen because it’s so overwhelming and there’s literally no road map.

On Cons and Cosplay — August 23, 2013

On Cons and Cosplay

These last couple of years, it seems, I’ve been on a bit of a journey to find my nerd zen. This year has and will have some firsts for me.

I’ve only in recent months come to learn what the term cosplay means on a literal level. I saw the term all over the “Geek” board on Pinterest and never dared look it up. This in fear that it would be a euphemism of some sort. Turns out, it’s not.

And cosplay looks like it could be a lot of fun.

It’s been a long-time dream of mine to attend San Diego Comic Con. You can imagine my delight when Salt Lake announced its first annual con. The possibilities were endless. I spent days deciding what to do for my first cosplay. (Because if you’re going to geek out all over the place you might as well do it in style.)

As I approach my first cosplay, I’m now suffering a giant mix of emotions. I am incredibly excited about it. But at the same time, I’m feeling nervous. I’m the queen of random and obscure sometimes. That’s kind of what my cosplay is.

I’m not entering the contest at the comic con I’m attending. This is because I only bought the component pieces of my cosplay rather than make anything from scratch. My sewing skills are not anywhere near good enough to make a cosplay.

I was fine with this, with buying my cosplay, until this week when I watched Sy Fy’s “Heroes of Cosplay.” Watching these people make their costumes from scratch, with amazing technology and tools, I felt like such a poser.

Now I’m worried that I’ll be judged poorly for purchasing the items, for picking something so obscure, for daring to cosplay in the first place. I know it’s silly to think these things, but it’s a worry.

I think part of my worry stems from the “fake nerd girl” wave that I’ve tried to stay out of the middle of. And part of it stems from my apple-to-buffalo comparison of sewing/fabricating skills in comparison to the pros who comprise the cast of “Heroes of Cosplay.” It’s silly, I know, but now instead of being uber-excited for my first con and cosplay, I’m losing confidence.

Nerd Confession Time — March 22, 2013

Nerd Confession Time

I pride myself on being a nerd. Wholockian, Trekker, whatever we Star Wars fans are supposed to call ourselves, etcetera.

Confession time: Sometimes I feel like a total wannabe nerd. Wanna know why?

A) I don’t like Firefly. I’m sorry to all the hardcore Whedonites out there. I tried. I couldn’t get into it. I think I survived four or five episodes before I bailed.

B) I can’t draw. I don’t contribute to the world of fanart because I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler. My brain cannot wrap itself around concepts needed in order to actually draw anything. In high school, the first time I had to draw a face, the male face looked like a monkey. And a badly drawn monkey at that.

C) I don’t really write fanfiction either. I wrote one brief little short story after an episode of Bones. (And it’s brief. Probably not even a page so more like a scene.) But that’s been it for fanfiction. I’d rather spend my time writing something that could actually be published.

D) I like video games. But I don’t live and breathe video games. In fact, when I had an N64 I only ever beat one of my games. (Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, if you’re wondering.) I had Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I freed all the sages, built the bridge to the castle, but never crossed to fight the big boss. (I had three other games that were beat-able and never got anywhere close to beating them.) With the Wii, I have five games that are beat-able. I’ve beaten one of them twice. Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess is sitting there waiting for me to beat the palace of twilight and then the big bad of the whole game. Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, I’m stuck in the first temple. I died a zillion times fighting the boss (motion controls make it tough, man) and left the temple to regroup. Now I can’t get back to the boss room. Lego Star Wars is tougher than Lego LOTR (the latter of which I beat 100% twice). And Rise of the Guardians I died early on.

*hugs nerd card close* You don’t get to take it away from me. It’s mine. Because despite what I wrote above, I’m still a nerd. The people who pin to the geek board on pinterest get me. Even if I don’t always get every reference they make. And even if I never beat another video game, it’s a place of refuge. Just like books.