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Make-Up Monday :: the 2018 Oscars and Emerald City Comicon 2018

5 Mar

It was a long-ass weekend and we are only just recovering, honestly. So I’m initiating a new day, Make-Up Monday. That’s for when there are things that would normally go on a different day (Superlative and Sundry Sundays, in this case) but just happened to be written about on Monday because of time and life.

First: the Oscars. We didn’t watch because we honestly didn’t care all that much (and I was reminded of how much I wanted to finally watch Hellboy when I saw Hellboy cosplayers this weekend, which was overall a good choice, I think). But! I am here to give absolute mad props to Jordan Peele for Best Original Screenplay re: Get Out (which deserved a lot more awards than just that, but hey, it’s a step in the right direction and I’m fully prepared to fight the people who complained about it being not an “Oscar movie” [because I bet they didn’t whine about, like, The Dark Knight the same way when they arguably could have]) and Guillermo del Toro for Best Director and Best Picture re: The Shape of Water. Those were two of the best movies of last year and I’m glad that the Academy was willing to recognize them even though neither of them are exactly the usual. That’s different than not being an “Oscar movie” because when people say that, in that certain tone of voice, they mean that it doesn’t meet arbitrary cultural standards of dignity/relevance/high culture/lots of rich white guys everywhere. I just mean that the Academy wouldn’t usually recognize a satirical horror movie about racism or a period drama about a disabled woman who wanted to fuck a fishman.


Second: Emerald City. We did Friday-Saturday-Sunday this year, though not Thursday, and had a relatively easy schedule. Friday (during which we were cosplaying as Matt[ilda] Murdock [myself] and Elektra Natchios [drift partner] since the only way they could be gayer is if they were both actually women and anyway Matt is one of the only white boys we give serious damns about anymore, but we only got a selfie because we forgot to get anyone else to take a picture of us since we were alone most of the day) was largely devoted to walking around, scoping things out (saw lots of lovely art, found myself a Funko Pop of Lafayette from True Blood which is worth bragging about since that series was literally years ago and isn’t made anymore I’m pretty sure), and meeting Billie Piper.

Billie Piper was lovely. As y’all know, I do not Doctor Who. We watched the season with Twelve and Bill because of Bill, as you know, but I’ve never done the rest of it. I know that Billie Piper played Rose, who was a companion to Nine and Ten both; I know that people are bonkers about Rose/Ten; I know that drift partner drastically prefers Nine to Ten as a romantic partner for Rose and as a character (and at this point my only extended exposure to David Tennant is Jessica Jones, so I’m inclined to be wary of Ten as well; David Tennant was also there with a line that was absolutely mad and I’m sure he’s fine but I just couldn’t). Mostly, though, I personally know Billie Piper from Penny Dreadful. I still haven’t been able to bring myself to watch the last episode of that show because I just… can’t, I don’t know. It was a beautiful weird headrush of a program and Billie Piper was one of my favorite parts of it, considering that her plotline, which was in the style of but not directly derived from any one particular known story, was “prostitute dies of consumption or something [I assume consumption because that’s what people die of in the olden days] and is reborn as the Bride of Frankenstein, then meets Dorian Grey and after regaining memory of her time as a prostitute decides to seek vengeance on all of London’s cruel johns, eventually recruiting other London prostitutes to join her in a vengeful and sometimes Sapphic prostitute army” and that is 100% my brand. As a result of this, I made sure to tell Billie Piper (after drift partner discussed her love for Rose and Nine) that I so greatly appreciated the wicked insanity of Penny Dreadful. She seemed to get a kick out of that, largely because I imagine most people had been talking to her about Who throughout the con and it was nice to have a change of pace.

(She also asked the girls in front of us for recommendations for a good curry place nearby, which was insanely charming.)

Here is that selfie of us of Matt[ilda] and Elektra, anyway:


Saturday was when we did Black Widow [drift partner] and Scarlet Witch [me]. My mom upgraded Scarlet Witch since our sojourn to Rose City last September, and I was thrilled to wear it; it’s surprisingly comfortable, if very very warm, and I like the mood it puts me in. The day was more looking and buying, grabbing a couple of writer signatures (Marguerite Bennett of Bombshells fame, who I was absolutely thrilled to meet because oh my god you guys that is my favorite thing, and Kate Leth of Hellcat fame, who we met last year but I wanted to meet again because she’s awesome), and meeting Sean Maher.

Sean Maher, as you know, is Simon on Firefly, aka one of my always boys, aka one of the only male characters I am hardcore about, aka the namesake of one of my parents’ cats, aka half of one of the only m/f ships I still freak out about, aka a lovely real life example of a happy gay person living a good life. He seemed very tired but we got a nice picture of him wearing a vest signed and told him we adored his character and adored his being a lovely example of gay because we too are in that. He then used the word “family” which was sweet.

Here’s a picture of us as Scarlet Witch and Black Widow, taken by a professional (?) photographer who was nice enough to indulge us:


Sunday was my mother’s very first day at Emerald City! She wore her excellent Melisandre and I wore the season 7 Daenerys she just finished for me, which is very nice but oh my god the warmest thing I’ve ever worn at a convention; drift partner wore her excellent Jessica-Jones-as-Jewel after some last-minute changes to our cosplay schedule. I decided the theme was then “women who murder rapists,” because Melisandre has certainly done (albeit maybe accidentally) and Dany definitely does and, well, Jess has also done. Yes. Our first goal of the day was seeing Summer Glau, because while we have before my mom has not. We paid to take a selfie with her, and by selfie I mean picture at the table that someone else took because it’s hard to take a selfie with four people in it, and my mom thanked her for giving her an excellent daughter-in-law (after retelling the story of drift partner’s and my meeting). Summer cooed and gave us hugs and said she was glad to be part of the story.

After that we went to go see Corinne Duyvis, who was hanging out signing books in the vendor hall. We had a very nice talk about how On the Edge of Gone had entered my life soon after I realized I was autistic and its protagonist really struck a chord with me accordingly; drift partner has known longer about autism but she agreed with the overall sentiment. Then we talked about her glasses (which were purple and pink, which matched how she currently had her hair dyed). She was very lovely and I was thrilled to get to meet her because, well, I really had never thought I’d get to because genre YA authors aren’t the people you think about as likely to come to a convention. And after that was a lot of walking around, art-perusing, and my mom and I getting our photos taken by people.

Here’s our “selfie” with Summer:


Overall, good weekend very exhausting.

–your fangirl heroine.



Superlative Sunday :: my thoughts on the 2018 Golden Globes

7 Jan

#timesup, #whywewearblack, etc. I’m here for all this.

That said, I didn’t watch the awards. I have minimal patience for award shows at this point, especially when I can just get all the results and fashion pictures and inspirational moments online. So here’s the thoughts I can offer on the results, as usual by film.

The Shape of Water (Best Director, Motion Picture [Guillermo del Toro])
This is so great. I am here for every weird minute of positive attention this beautiful strange film gets.

Lady Bird (Best Motion Picture, Musical or Comedy; Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture, Musical or Comedy [Saoirse Ronan])
This so nice too! This was such a pleasant surprise of a bittersweet film and I’m glad it’s been properly noticed. Also I’m proud of Saoirse Ronan, somewhat on drift partner’s behalf and somewhat because I just am.

Get Out (won nothing because this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s)
I just quoted the 2004 Gwen Stefani song “Hollaback Girl” because, well. If the shit fits. Get Out is a wonderful movie, objectively one of the best of last year, and its being classified as “Musical or Comedy” was part of its downfall I’m sure. I hate award classifications and this is a deathly one. That said Hollywood is also still problematic so, y’know. There’s that.

On the TV side: proud of my girls Elisabeth Moss and Laura Dern, my boys Aziz Ansari and Alexander Skarsgard, and The Handmaid’s Tale in general even though I still haven’t watched it because I’m not ready for that much right now.

–your fangirl heroine.


Superlative Monday :: the 2017 Emmy Awards

18 Sep

Didn’t watch and therefore forgot to write until tonight. Whatever. It’s not as if I actually had stakes in this, because I’m apparently allergic to award-nominated shows.

The Handmaid’s Tale (Outstanding Drama Series, Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series [Elisabeth Moss], Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series [Ann Dowd], Outstanding Writing for a Drama Series [Bruce Miller], Directing for a Drama Series [Reed Morano])
We haven’t watched this yet. We keep thinking about it, then opting for something else. This is not a reflection on it so much as occasionally it’s timeliness (we wanted to do Flash before the convention last weekend) and occasionally it’s just not wanting to watch anything serious at all. But we really do have the intention to watch this, and I couldn’t be prouder of them although I don’t have context yet. Elisabeth Moss is a wonderful actress, and you really can’t go wrong with Margaret Atwood as source material.

They did a lot of sweeping of awards. I really, honestly am at a loss for having seen things, though.

I am, however, very, very proud of Donald Glover’s win for Atlanta although I haven’t seen that, Riz Ahmed’s win for The Night Of although I haven’t seen that, Kate McKinnon’s win for Saturday Night Live although I haven’t seen most of that, Alexander Skarsgard’s win for Big Little Lies although I haven’t seen that, Aziz Ansari and Lena Waithe’s win for writing on Master of None although I haven’t seen that, and Millie Bobby Brown’s nomination for Stranger Things and also her existence because she’s a cool kid and should keep on doing that.

–your fangirl heroine.


Superlative Sunday :: my thoughts on the 2017 Tony Awards

11 Jun

Short answer: ugh.

Dear Evan Hansen and Hello Dolly! took the big prizes of the night (Musical/Actor/Featured Actress [plus Book/Score/Orchestrations] and Revival of a Musical/Actress/Featured Actor [plus Costume Design] respectively). I care negative amounts about Hello Dolly! most of the time, and Bette Midler is kind of a shoe-in for things at this point, I feel like.

And I don’t think I can accurately describe how continually unenthusiastic I am about Dear Evan Hansen. Ben Platt seems like a nice kid! He’s talented! But holy cow, you guys, this show seems like an amalgamation of everything that I hate most. The Tony Awards performance is traditionally a number or medley but the Dear Evan Hansen performance was just… Evan Hansen singing about being lonely while surrounded by images of social media (oooh deeeeeeep social media isolates us) and at the end the other people show up to echo him. Yikes.

I have no opinions about any of the plays who won things. Those two musicals won most of the awards, but The Great Comet raked in scenic design and lighting design (eh, that makes sense to me, it was hard to sit through the number but it was at least visually interesting) and Come From Away got direction. Shrug.

Next year, maybe, will be better.

–your fangirl heroine.


Superlative Sunday :: our thoughts on the 2017 Academy Awards

26 Feb

It is very poetic that a movie made about black culture, i.e. jazz, that featured only one black person (La La Land), was upset by a story written and directed by a black man, based on a play by a queer black man, about a queer black man (Moonlight).

We did not watch the awards tonight. We stayed in and cuddled and watched Loving instead, and quietly mourned the lack of an Oscar for Ruth Negga, who is the most fabulous.

Good job, Zootopia. Good job, Viola Davis and Mahershala Ali.

I’m judging the hell out of Suicide Squad winning anything, even and especially makeup and hairstyling. You won an award for writing “Damaged” in elegant cursive across Jared Leto’s 2edgy4u forehead. I am judging the hell out of it.

I’m also kind of judging Fantastic Beasts winning costumes, largely because I judge when anything that’s predominantly suits with no apparent metatextuality to them wins costumes anywhere. I’m sure they were very nice suits, but I am a snob.

Fuck off, Casey Affleck.

–your fangirl heroines.


Superlative Sunday :: the 2017 Grammys and my thoughts on them (in haiku)

12 Feb

Popular music is not
My known area.

Adele, Beyonce
Okay you are talented
Nothing else matters.

–your fangirl heroine.


Superlative Sunday :: the 2017 SAG Awards and how I feel about them

29 Jan

Hidden Figures (Outstanding Performance by a Cast in a Motion Picture)
Get it, girls. (I mean, there were men in this movie, but they were there either to support the girls or hinder the girls, or hinder and then support the girls, while the girls, which is to say Octavia Spencer, Taraji P. Henson, and Janelle Monae, did the lion’s share.) I am so proud of this movie. I am so glad that this movie has had the success it has had, especially now of all times, and I am so glad that this movie is in the mainstream, because it’s terribly important and also wonderfully made.

Stranger Things (Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series)
Yeah, I’m okay with this! While I wouldn’t have been upset about Game of Thrones winning this year, they probably don’t need to because they’ve won before and they always seem to win when it’s at its worst because critics are dark and hate women being happy. Or something. But this makes more sense to me if just for use of the word “ensemble”: while everyone in Game of Thrones continues to give good performances as individuals, it’s still a lot of little stories with one or two people working together that sometimes intersect. Stranger Things was a few different groups of characters closely interrelated working together to achieve one goal, ergo they did more things together, as an ensemble. And that was really the beauty of it. The kids are all fun, of course, but they work wonderfully together. The adults balance each other. The teenage boys… well, they exist while Nancy is sweet and sad. It’s more of an ensemble piece.

Game of Thrones (Outstanding Performance by a Stunt Ensemble in a Television Series)
Sure. I still haven’t seen Daredevil season 2 (I have heard enough to be willfully procrastinating, even though I’m hungry for Elektra) but it would have kicked major ass to see Luke Cage win anything here; that said, this is fine. I’m fine with this.

And A+++ good job to Denzel Washington, Mahershala Ali, and Viola Davis, whose things I have not watched yet! Also good job to Sarah Paulson, whose thing I will never watch.

–your fangirl heroine.