tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49167170143142732642024-02-18T21:20:07.929-05:00Geek Girl RevisitedGeek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-2090805649725521902010-12-19T18:14:00.002-05:002010-12-19T18:14:31.728-05:00Oh the neglect...Geek Girl, oh how I neglect thee! It has been a rough few weeks. I need a new computer. I need a new body. The excuses are endless.Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-69624680708758608412010-12-06T21:49:00.002-05:002010-12-06T21:49:49.170-05:00Wikilinks Mirror Site!Wikilinks has been shut down! But mirror sites are being put up like this one:<br />
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GO!GO!GO!Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-34034377418067340172010-12-06T20:05:00.001-05:002010-12-06T20:06:51.458-05:00Ex-Pat PottymouthHow do you move to another country without sucking dick? I don't want to live here anymore.Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-39033949938391764042010-12-05T23:00:00.001-05:002010-12-05T23:00:34.284-05:00Ridiculous New iPhone App I am Obsessed With<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsf1aMc3g5EbJCelNVyNuLbKr0WnpogV0li-t-ltjcCONglmF_hniZE4QeUpHAffL7ysHeus6PsUyhatGKiei7U3WfCL6Nl8zcmpOQKe4YGHr5KaebPN0l181ChBEbHEGDsstA8QqHkc/s640/IMG_0941.JPG" width="160" /></div><br />
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Is it me, or has the healing process hit a plateau?Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-56129831514165894512010-12-05T22:35:00.001-05:002010-12-05T22:35:43.364-05:00THE WHITE RIBBON<span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">FINALLY watched <i>The White Ribbon</i>. Needed to wait until I was in the proper frame of mind (somber, helpless, depressed). I have been saying this for years, but now I think it is safe to announce publicly that MICHAEL HANEKE IS THE GREATEST LIVING/ACTIVE FILMMAKER!</span><small><span id="status_time"></span></small></span>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-30294201306057904802010-11-29T21:47:00.001-05:002010-12-05T22:55:37.220-05:00The Pee-wee Herman Show! Live! On Broadway!Last weekend, a lifelong dream of mine finally came true. Not only did I see the interior of Pee-wee's Playhouse in the flesh (although it was most likely made out of formica), but I even breathed the SAME AIR as the one and only Pee-wee Herman!<br />
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I heard late last year that Paul Reubens had revived his Pee-wee character for a limited run of <i>The Pee-wee Herman Show</i> at the Roxy in Los Angeles. I tried to find someone to accompany me out there for it, but there were no takers. Not that I had to go with someone, but if I was going to see Pee-wee, nevermind the whole playhouse - I would need someone there to pinch me so I would know it was really happening!<br />
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I have been a die hard Pee-wee fan ever since his show <i>Pee-wee's Playhouse</i> began airing when I was six years old. Some of my favorite childhood memories were of my Dad and I watching it together on Saturday mornings. And not until recently - when I decided to rewatch some of the original Playhouse episodes - did I realize how much his show had an impact on my personality. Everything from my taste and my sense of humor, to my love of kitsch, social commentary and all that's gay - seems to have been influenced by his show. The music on the show was even made by Mark Mothersbaugh, the leader of what would eventually be one of my all time favorite bands, Devo! It was obvious that Pee-wee penetrated my very psyche in ways that I had not yet realized.<br />
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And when his 1991 arrest went down for masturbating in an adult theater in Florida, I was crushed. Reubens denies the allegation, but it never mattered to me, even as a kid. I was so upset for the way the media crucified him and made him look like some sort of creepy pedophile just because he had his own children's show. Nobody does that to my Pee-wee! Here's an excerpt of me preachin' on his behalf in one of my zines when I was just a kiddo:<br />
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So, when I heard earlier this year that due to the success of his L.A. show, there would be a month long run of <i>The Pee-wee Herman Show</i> on Broadway, I had to be there! As soon as tickets went on sale, I grabbed two tickets right in the front for a whopping $500! I didn't care how much it cost me - I wanted to see Pee-wee's pores! Up close and personal with Pee-wee!!!<br />
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And even after my injury this year and all the hell I have been through, I refused to miss his show and even scheduled my surgery so I would have enough physical therapy and recovery time in order to make it down to New York. We will never forget Pee-wee!<br />
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And it was well worth every penny and all the struggle for me to physically get there. First of all, Macaulay Culkin walked into the lobby right in front of me and I can't believe how goofy I got. I never realized what a Macaulay Culkin fan I was, but I suppose it was because of what a huge star he was when I was little. Oh, and he was there with Seth Green. Meh. Not so much.<br />
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Once my friend and I were seated and the lights went down... Pee-wee came out, and the only light in the room was a spotlight on him standing in front of the curtain RIGHT IN FRONT OF US... and then the curtain was raised to see THIS:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second that curtain went up, I felt like a little kid again, filled with wonder and excitement. It was the playhouse right before my very eyes! Chairry was there, and Conky, Clockey, Mr. Window, Pterri, Globey, Magic Screen and even that bad ass Randy! Out of the original cast there was Miss Yvonne and Jambi, original characters like Cowboy Curtis and the King of Cartoons made an appearance and there were a bunch of new faces as well. There was even a Penny stop-motion cartoon shown on a screen that lowered down and an 1960's era instructional film which taught the crowd about good manners (with special sound effects added - hee hee). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After the show was over, we waited by the stage door to see if Pee-wee would eventually come out. And low and behold he did! Armed with a handheld loudspeaker, he talked about what a great audience we were and how much each show really means to him. He kept repeating this over and over and spoke so earnestly about how he doesn't want us to think he takes his fans or anything for granted and how our support is so special to him. Then he said, "I think you guys are <i>really</i> cool."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then the crowd was silent for a few seconds. So I yelled, "We think you're cool too Pee-wee!" Just like Miss Yvonne or Chairry would. It was awesome. Awww, shucks Pee-wee. Thanks for such an unforgettable night!</div>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-46591973114920881942010-11-16T01:15:00.001-05:002010-11-16T01:17:22.382-05:00I Love You!If you're reading this, I just want you to know right now, <i>mi amor -</i> that I love you!!!<br />
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Seriously, if you're taking the time to read this nonsense I better snatch you up while I can.Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-53327630223279380372010-11-13T15:52:00.001-05:002010-11-13T15:55:01.846-05:00Please remind me to stop talking to my mother.Is it just me or do mothers have the inherent superpower to make you completely anxious about every aspect of your existence, within a mere 2 minutes of speaking with them? Even when you try to change the subject to something light, fluffy - meaningless even - does <i>your</i> mother continue to take you down the darkest of dark paths like mine does? Please someone remind me to stop talking to her.<br />
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It seems only fitting to add an excerpt from my first zine - <u>Geek Patrol!</u> - here, that I wrote about the woman herself back in 1995. Upon reflection, it seems as though things haven't changed much!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not quite sure what is going on with my scar at the moment. Doesn't seem like it has improved too much in the past couple of weeks. Part of my physical therapy is to massage around it every night so it heals properly and the muscle and tissue around it readjust. I am still doing the Mederma and Vitamin E oil regimen everyday... To be continued!!! </div>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-1286178775179765202010-11-13T15:30:00.001-05:002010-11-13T15:31:28.980-05:00Scar Progress - November 4, 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipX3ZYh9htXqOmh8LEIL5esEs6_WRhg5-uy1VtAEy_nybPqIFXiFqwRhMScM5tyjY8BRk9_W3U-3BTysZ_xxM-Ugo8z29rYM1_nNvfsX0-n5OrTUTKdhHBLzPPTQfsDmJtn5Syl74mr1M/s1600/IMG_0736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipX3ZYh9htXqOmh8LEIL5esEs6_WRhg5-uy1VtAEy_nybPqIFXiFqwRhMScM5tyjY8BRk9_W3U-3BTysZ_xxM-Ugo8z29rYM1_nNvfsX0-n5OrTUTKdhHBLzPPTQfsDmJtn5Syl74mr1M/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" width="297" /></a></div>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-58243567124445184382010-11-13T15:13:00.000-05:002010-11-13T15:13:55.672-05:00Facebook Death<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="UIStory_Message">What do you do when a Facebook/Myspace friend passes away? Keep them? For how long? Do social networking profiles last forever?</span></h3>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-38486711687992583242010-11-05T23:51:00.000-04:002010-11-05T23:51:27.820-04:00The Best Voicemail Message I Have Ever Received<div style="text-align: left;">My friend Phil and I were in NYC for the Ponderosa Stomp at Lincoln Center earlier this summer. After the concert, we parted ways at around 11:00pm and I went back to my hotel. When I woke up the next morning, there was a voicemail message from him on my phone. It was left around 3:30am, so at first I thought maybe he got locked out of his friend's apartment or something bad happened. Then I played the message...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">NOW I thought Phil was a comic genius, who got some crazy guy on the street to leave this hilarious message just for me! Thanks Phil! I played it a few times over and over and just kept laughing hysterically. It wasn't until later that night that I discovered (via Facebook) that his phone was stolen! Turns out the thief called a few of his female friends in his contacts that night and left sexxee messages similar to mine. Oh man. This still cracks me up. But one mystery remains... how did he know that I am white? </div>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-78706443534054387662010-11-05T22:42:00.112-04:002010-11-05T23:52:07.591-04:00Halloween Recap!As you know by now, Halloween is my favorite holiday and I take the choice and creation of my costume very seriously! Last year, I won 1st place in the Halloween Costume Contest at local club called T.T. and the Bear's - so this year I had to return to try to reclaim my crown.<br />
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If you haven't seen the show, first of all, you should! But for those of you who haven't seen it, it revolves around the murder of a small town homecoming queen named Laura Palmer. In the pilot, her dead body is found washed up on the shore of a lake (naked and wrapped in plastic). So while the main plot of the show is "Who Killed Laura Palmer?" and in many ways she is the main character, she is never actually on the show except in the occasional flashback. This helps add to the mystery of her character and intriguing circumstances surrounding her death. <br />
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I have always identified with Laura Palmer for some reason, and since this year it was the 20th anniversary of the show, I decided it was time to finally <i>be</i> her!<br />
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It wasn't easy, let me tell you. But I think I pulled it off. It took me about two full days to get everything together to make the "dress," custom purse and shoes.<br />
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Last Saturday, it was time to go to the club where one year before I had won 1st place for my rendition of Stephen King's <i>Carrie</i>. But as I was walking around on the way there, people kept stopping me and asking me if I was Lady Gaga! It was then that I realized that if you didn't know who Laura Palmer was -- that I did actually look kind of like Lady Gaga! Oh no! Things were not looking good for me in my pursuit to win the costume contest, unless everyone there <i>really</i> likes Lady Gaga!<br />
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After I arrived, I did a little constricted dancing, and then the DJ announced that there was only 10 minutes left before the contest began. I was at least going to give it a shot (I had to show off all my hard work!), but didn't want to get my hopes up about winning. Laura Palmer is a pretty obscure costume. In comparison to last year, practically everyone knows who Carrie is -- and no one wants Carrie to lose... because who knows what could happen to those in attendance if she did!<br />
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I got in line for the bathroom, and while I was waiting there, out walked a girl dressed as another character from "Twin Peaks," Audrey Horne! I couldn't believe it! We just paused and looked at each other and were like, "AWESOME!!!" She told me that her boyfriend was there and that he was dressed as yet <i>another</i> character from "Twin Peaks" too... Special Agent Dale Cooper! I was psyched! I immediately suggested that we all enter the contest as a group, because we would be unstoppable! They were more than happy to oblige me.<br />
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When the contest started we all met together on stage. There were anywhere from 30-40 people entered, so the stage was packed. Each person had to walk up to the emcee and say into the microphone what their costume was, then wait to hear how loud the applause was for them. When our newly formed posse went up, the crowd went wild! More people must have known about "Twin Peaks" than I thought! One by one, the contestants with the least applause were asked to leave the stage, and then the cycle began again. It was goodbye to all the clowns first (people don't like them), then the kind of nerdy stuff like avatars and robots, then to the sexy Raggedy Ann doll, sexy cigarette girl, sexy transit card (?!), etc. This went on for quite some time, until the only ones left standing were us and a girl dressed as Tippi Hedren from <i>The Birds</i>. The applause for Tippi finally beat us out, so she won 1st place and we came in 2nd. We even won $60 and a beautiful little trophy that Audrey and Cooper were nice enough to let me keep. The funny thing is that Tippi's outfit is a pre-packaged costume that I have seen at a bunch of stores and even on friends of mine! Oh well. All and all another Halloween to remember, and I kept my costume crown (kind of)!<br />
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To see even MORE great pictures from the past summer (and beyond!), check out my Flickr page:<br />
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</i>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-79509147029433751642010-11-03T12:06:00.001-04:002010-11-03T12:07:33.833-04:00Analyze This: I can't remember my dreams!My doctor put me on a new medication, and ever since I can only remember my dreams for about 30 seconds before they disappear! Hopefully this is just a short term side effect, or else my "Analyze This" series of blogs will be finished before they even really got started!Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-55135966134127350622010-10-27T23:58:00.000-04:002010-10-27T23:58:13.860-04:00Geek Girl-story: I Won a Dream Date With Axl Rose!As promised, another excerpt from my very first issue of Geek Girl - <u>Geek Patrol!</u> - published in the Spring of 1995. This is one of my all time favorite stories that I have written called - "I Won a Dream Date With Axl Rose!"<br />
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It might not look like it, but my wound is healing at a miraculous speed! I started a regimen of Mederma in the day and Vitamin E oil at night... so it should be gone in no time!Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-15045448915715448782010-10-24T01:26:00.000-04:002010-10-24T01:26:20.558-04:00Halloween Perversion and Why it is my Favorite HolidayEveryone knows that Halloween is my favorite holiday. Perhaps its because growing up with just me, my Dad and my little brother, the typically jovial holidays of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years' were anti-climactic and even downright depressing. It was the worst feeling in the world for a kid to get back from a miserable Christmas vacation only to hear all the other kids bragging about the expensive presents they received, when I would get something worth about $30 -- if anything at all!<br />
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Halloween was my holiday refuge. Since everyone dressed up for Halloween, it was also the one day where I could blend in and feel comfortable. I could let my freak flag fly, loud and proud! And I could be who ever I wanted to be on that day. <br />
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When I pick a costume, I start thinking about it as soon as the day after Halloween, and plan (in my head) all year long. I am usually introduced to a person or character, and become obsessed with the idea of being them for a day. I store that person/being in my memory bank, sometime for years, and when it feels right I select that particular idea. Once that years costume is decided upon - I get <i>really</i> into it - planning the most subtle details far in advance. One year, I was Sharon Tate (dead, of course) and I went as far as to study her autopsy report to make sure the clothes, wounds, etc. were all historically accurate. Later, as an ode to the success of this past costume and as a token of my appreciation to her spirit for guiding me that night, I made sure to thank the woman herself!<br />
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I also celebrate the spirit of Halloween all year round, by wearing Halloween themed accessories like socks and earrings almost every day.<br />
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When I saw the film <i>Sin City</i> when it was released back in 2005, I really didn't care for it as a whole. But what really stuck out to me was the character Kevin (played by Elijah Wood), and how terrifying and psychotic he looked! I knew I wanted to be him someday. And a few years ago, this dream became a reality.<br />
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Last year, I felt it was officially time to be Carrie.<br />
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As Carrie, everywhere I went that night people stopped me to take pictures, ran up to me on the street and yelled, "Carrie! Carrie!" and proceeded to hug me (despite my being completely covered in a blood-like substance). I had never felt so loved! I even won first place in a Halloween costume contest, over hundreds of other people at the club I was at! It was one of the happiest moments of my life. Not only did I win the affection and acclaim of hundreds, I also won $100 in cash, concert tickets and a $50 gift certificate to a local sex shop! Last year is going to be hard to beat.<br />
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So, I have a character in mind for this year that I have wanted to portray ever since I was a teenager. Laura Palmer. The time just wasn't right until now. I have all the items in mind necessary to pull this costume off, so last weekend it was time for me to go out and get them, or at least do some preliminary research. But first! Its always important to celebrate the season by sporting some crazy Halloween designs on your nails for ordinary citizens to enjoy! I like to give back to the community whenever possible.<br />
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Now that I was in the mood, I set out for my local costume store. I was shocked by what I found.<br />
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Have costumes always been this slutty? Do women actually say, "I want to be a sexy Nurse/Cleopatra/Cop/Waitress/Swiss Milkmaid for Halloween this year?" Is Halloween just an excuse for us ladies to dress like total skanks? Believe me, I have no problem with scantilly clad women. But that's not what Halloween is about! Is <i>anything</i> sacred? This is the day for people to get creative and take some time to gather the components for some kooky costumes! Not to just buy the pre-packaged "Lovely Lolita" or "Hospital Honey" getups! And women, I think that if you so desire to wear these kind of outfits, you should dress like that anytime of year. Seriously! Don't be ashamed. Stop hiding in the preppy shadows and feel free to be the freak that you are!<br />
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After wading through the seas of sexy women's costumes, I discovered that the insanity did not stop there.<br />
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And if you thought this perversion was limited to adults... guess again! Pervert designers and pedo-seamstresses are in a sex-covered sweatshop somewhere right now making <i>these </i>outfits for your children!<br />
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I also found several what I like to call, Confusing Costumes of Degradation. Whether the costume be degrading to oneself or to others, the reasoning behind the selection of such a costume boggles the mind!<br />
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Needless to say, my initial goal of finding the pieces for my own costume was completely sidetracked by worried observation and social criticism. How could people be doing this to my day? I mean, none of these costumes are even spooky! It ain't right.<br />
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So I would like send an S.O.S. to all of my reader(s) out there in the vacuum of cyberspace... PLEASE refrain from buying any pre-packaged sexual costumes this year - whether you be man, woman or infant! Its time to take back the night! Please take a moment right now to come up with an idea (think spooky, not sexy!), and feel the satisfaction of a day's hunting for all the pieces that you will need. And if you do decide to go the down and dirty route with your costume, watch your back! I may send the Hottie Police out to find you.<br />
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To see additional pictures from this excursion (and more!), check out my Flickr page:<br />
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</i>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-39075374392999544042010-10-19T00:09:00.001-04:002010-10-19T00:09:59.087-04:00Scar Progress - October 19, 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEr-eAEn2JERVilKYFHwI3EJZvp1w6HLEwblINu2S9yg9Jlxl-P8436VK9ENppJNNfe-EiJOSIPdjDHL7iZIj5risGhslBaKp_upmh-mcPf_fxXCAS5d9f91ABtjbnmXZHXLZWKXQow4c/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEr-eAEn2JERVilKYFHwI3EJZvp1w6HLEwblINu2S9yg9Jlxl-P8436VK9ENppJNNfe-EiJOSIPdjDHL7iZIj5risGhslBaKp_upmh-mcPf_fxXCAS5d9f91ABtjbnmXZHXLZWKXQow4c/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" width="297" /></a></div>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-58854513554465354032010-10-18T15:48:00.000-04:002010-10-18T15:48:12.647-04:00Halloween Preview!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo83MTVmzB_crqSQBuNRAfLkIACrBnCZPf0WVSM9XIJ9dvUDBey38Cr5gqokyUwQz-EX3-pwdYUSqq4lFDCb0CCp5Teeeyv-kS8BXhZb-MDdirKRycs4GcO_VMr_uBGq47EYFKl_F_2Q/s1600/LauraPalmerPlasticCU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCo83MTVmzB_crqSQBuNRAfLkIACrBnCZPf0WVSM9XIJ9dvUDBey38Cr5gqokyUwQz-EX3-pwdYUSqq4lFDCb0CCp5Teeeyv-kS8BXhZb-MDdirKRycs4GcO_VMr_uBGq47EYFKl_F_2Q/s400/LauraPalmerPlasticCU.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<i>"She's dead... wrapped in plastic!"</i> -Pete MartellGeek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-33083374631694093212010-10-18T15:17:00.001-04:002010-10-18T15:26:04.741-04:00Look Ma, I'm famous!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6XXzXrRCYNLHazHU0ruiJd1959J8FD6OioWeIOWYRdJv1cEmCPYMBCISXL6m90mUBidvKo5XbYbEOiapRHYGwYj7Afjp8nFj3k3ntu6-Twi_7uRae0SzRp7vagB-vvJLLinrwDCEeHcM/s1600/ShanaStrawberryPortrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6XXzXrRCYNLHazHU0ruiJd1959J8FD6OioWeIOWYRdJv1cEmCPYMBCISXL6m90mUBidvKo5XbYbEOiapRHYGwYj7Afjp8nFj3k3ntu6-Twi_7uRae0SzRp7vagB-vvJLLinrwDCEeHcM/s400/ShanaStrawberryPortrait.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
I am so happy that a photo of me made the cut out of some of Suzy Mae's best portraits of the summer! <br />
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<a href="http://www.suzymae.com/">http://www.suzymae.com/home/2010/10/portraits-still-life.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.suzymae.com/">This</a> is a link to my friend Suzy's blog, which actually inspired me to make this one! Thanks Suzy!Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-57388249152780659122010-10-18T13:50:00.001-04:002010-10-18T13:52:06.414-04:00Analyze This: Dennis Hopper and the Film that I Never FinishedI just woke up from this:<br />
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Dennis Hopper was my mentor/benefactor in the dream. Needless to say, he was still alive. He was working on the distribution for his final film (final because we new he was going to die soon), and somehow we had met and he saw a film I had just completed and was blown away. So blown away that he wanted to have my film screened in theaters before his film began, as a condition of his distribution agreement. I had never been so excited!<br />
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I was working with him on the completion of his film while waiting for the details of the release, when out of nowhere something happened with the movie studio-industrial-complex where another person's film was to take the place of mine. Mr. Hopper's hands were tied. There was nothing he could do if he wanted the final film of his lifetime to be screened before he took a dirtnap.<br />
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And if that wasn't disappointing enough, I was expected to work on the completion of my rival's film, which was an awful, low budget horror movie. So I spent the rest of the dream working on this terrible movie project. My movie was never seen or heard of again, but I was satisfied with the knowledge that it had the support of the legendary Dennis Hopper.<br />
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Don't forget to send your dream analysis to me at secretgeeksociety@gmail.com, or feel free to comment below!Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-31602471435479295202010-10-18T00:54:00.003-04:002010-10-18T01:06:20.717-04:00Geek Girl-story: The History and Evolution of the GeekExcerpts from my very first issue of Geek Girl - <u>Geek Patrol!</u> - published in the Spring of 1995.<br />
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I seriously used to type my school papers on a typewriter too. Forgot about that.<br />
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To peruse the rest of the first issue, visit my Flickr page at:<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/secretgeeksociety/">http://www.flickr.com/secretgeeksociety/</a>Geek Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11111547293260411875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916717014314273264.post-83351374112238544002010-10-18T00:47:00.001-04:002010-10-18T00:58:37.168-04:00The Origin of Geek GirlSo you're probably wondering what the name of this blog is all about. I think we've gotten to know each other a little bit better over the past couple of days... I'll grab a couple of blankets if you get the chamomile tea brewin'. Let's sit by the fire for this. Or no, let's get in the jacuzzi. Great, yeah that feels nice.<br />
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Almost sixteen years ago, I started a zine called <u>Geek Girl</u> from within the confines of my teenage bedroom in Lake Bluff, Illinois. Well, actually the very first issue was called <u>Geek Patrol!</u>, and soon after I changed it to <u>Geek Girl</u>. I used to glue the templates together using glue sticks and rubber cement, (before Photoshop, can you imagine?) and then sneak into my high school's copy room after hours to steal copies. I would stay there into the night and staple each issue together, then pass them out to people in the hallway the nex<span class="text_exposed_hide"></span><span class="text_exposed_show">t day like the dork that I was. My Dean, Dean Hoffmann, who is now the Principal of that high school, still has signed copies of each issue on the shelf in his office. And I met my best friend after I found a fan letter she wrote to me on my desk in Mrs. Gillespie's U.S. History class. That's right, I had fans. But don't worry, I never let the super-stardom go to my head. Unlike Madonna, Britney or Lady Gaga, I never changed. </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">If you don't believe me, just read a few pages out of one of these relics and you will see how unbelievably similar my writing was back then in comparison to what you are reading right now! Its like, we're the same person or something. Wait, what?</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4CqnPLreE4iiSDXCiq8tWv4RkDR9cj7AaQC_ZUZQCp9TKBXDpuh39iMMMzV_nztLoG7zMz53cXlQzN0xHUJ5bdbUhSw3sk5afX1rdk-xD_DS6Kevt2LJriltwOFoyfOGl2p4uYzgCf8/s1600/GeekGirlVol3_Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4CqnPLreE4iiSDXCiq8tWv4RkDR9cj7AaQC_ZUZQCp9TKBXDpuh39iMMMzV_nztLoG7zMz53cXlQzN0xHUJ5bdbUhSw3sk5afX1rdk-xD_DS6Kevt2LJriltwOFoyfOGl2p4uYzgCf8/s400/GeekGirlVol3_Cover.jpg" width="317" /></a><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></div><span class="text_exposed_show">But I digress.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">After graduating high school one geeky year early at the tender age of 17, I began an illustrious career at Kinko's, where I further perfected the art of copying and theft. Issues became fancier and more intricate: color copies, transparencies, bookletting, I mean, you name it. There were no boundaries! Just as long as I didn't get caught with my hand in the copy jar.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was even a fan club associated with <u>Geek Girl</u>, called the <i>Secret Geek Society Internacionalé</i> (or <i>SGSI</i> for short).<i> </i>Hence, the name of the URL for this site and even my email address! If you joined the SGSI you even received a membership card in the mail. Whether you were still in the closet or the "out and proud" type, it was official - you were a geek. Or was I? It was so long ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">Its hard to believe that its been over 7 years now since the last issue came out. I really have been slacking. But I thought it was about time to revisit <u>Geek Girl</u>, now by using the most easily accessible form of communication - the internet! </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">So that's it in a nutshell. This very blog, GEEK GIRL REVISITED, will be the new home for my thoughts, documentation, informative articles, weird shit, links to my photography, and whatever else I damn well feel like putting up. Welcome.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">Also, <b>Geek Girl-story</b> will be the tag for an ongoing series of blogs about my roots. There will be more nuggets to come on <u>Geek Girl</u> (the zine), my past film and video work, writing, personal tidbits, photography, old toenail clippings or locks of hair... Hopefully I'll even find an old grocery list for you to enjoy. It will be a blast from the past about anything I deem worthy of sharing with you, my fellow residents of Planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy. And I'd like to take the time to give a shout out to my peeps in the beyond, if you're reading this!</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">So <i>you</i> aren't left out, feel free to share your stories with me at secretgeeksociety@gmail.com. This doesn't have to be the kind of relationship where I just give, give, give! You can give too if you would like. </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">If you would like to peruse the very first issue of Geek Girl - <u>Geek Patrol!</u> - it can be viewed<u> </u><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/secretgeeksociety/">here</a>. Just look for the photo set called "Geek Girl Vol. 1 (Geek Patrol!)." And b</span><span class="text_exposed_show">efore you start hatin' on it, let me remind you - I was only 14 years old when I made it. Pretty cool I think! </span><br />
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