Archive for July, 2008

Comic-Con Madness!

July 31, 2008

I spent 5 glorious days down in San Diego where my geek-heart got its delicious fill of nummy nerd-sweat. Or… not. Comic Con is such a strange place. I realize that its this massive gathering of thousands upon thousands of people who, some of us, usually feel out of place and a bit socially awkward in any normal setting, but can come to this convention and feel “normal.” In fact, I heard a lot of “geeky” people say, “Man, I feel really normal now,” as they watched other more “decorated” fellowmen push by.

In any ordinary day-to-day setting, I find that there’s not many people who will tolerate my love of discussing the latest in the Superman Comics or what Joss Whedon is up to. Most people I even attempt to have that kind of discussion might respond with, “What’s josswhedon?” So its always fun to get up to a place where the line for Joss wraps around the building and into the atrium like an inside-out cinnamon roll. I’m still not over him not doing Wonder Woman, and of course the people who would even know that he was doing Wonder Woman are likely reading this blog or at that convention, but never sitting on their lovely laptops in the coffee shop where I spend most of my time.

Comic Con, for me, is a place to go and get the latest scoop on all of the latest tvshows and video games out there. It’s my job to live on the geeky side so I have to keep myself informed, although admittedly Kristin usually reads wired magazine to me rather than me reading it myself… but that’s besides the point!

It’s also kinda fun to observe people and how they go about their day-to-day lives and how they interact with others. There’s people who dress up in the most ridiculous and/or elaborate outfits and seem to walk around as if they’re wearing jeans and a tshirt. That takes guts, ladies! I’m not sure that more guts equals more self-esteem though, as I kinda wonder that if you were a person with a high self-esteem if putting on a costume that barely covered you would sound appealing. I once wore a Methuselah costume, which covered my entire body except for my face… and I was feeling weird. But maybe that’s just me!

What do you all think? Specifically for costumes, do you think the outfits we choose to wear is related to self-esteem at all? Or is it just a fun time to play dress up and take goofy photos?


July 30, 2008

A few weeks ago we featured Emily Jubenvill, the really lovely green girl. Well, she was up for the “Greenest Person on the Planet” award. It is our pleasure to let all you ladies know that she is in the top 5 worldwide and has achieved the honor of being the greenest person in Canada! Woohoo! In case there some of you who are not wanting to search for the previous post about Emily, I have embedded her Youtube video again… some of you, meaning primarily me.

AND here is a link to an article about Emily’s win…

Ummm… I cut off all my hair!

July 28, 2008


I am assuming there are a few of you who are wanting to murder me at this precise moment… Now, deep breaths, it will grow back at some point. And I think it is pretty darn cute.

For three years I have been wanting to cut my hair. It’s been long for about 15 bloody years. If I had not been working on a television series I would have cut it a while ago. I suppose this is kind of an expression of freedom, haha. Us gals tend to have so much tied up in hair. There is like this emotional attachment to it, and it is apparently a REALLY big deal to cut it all off…in one go. I had a plethora or offers to come with, to document, and I just went in there on my own and Sarah (she is the key hairstylist on Smallville, and is freakin rad) tied it in a ponytail and sawed the sucker off…

And now I have short hair. It feels really different. My head feels different. Washing my hair this morning was by far the strangest experience I have had in a while… Like, there is no hair there. And there was before. And now there isn’t. Really weird. And yoga was fun with no hair. And I can feel the wind rush through, and the sun hit the nape of my neck, and my head feels LIGHT. I am experiencing the world in a new way. Really that is how I feel about this new phase in my life.

Apart from my family, Smallville is the longest relationship I have been in. 7+ years. And it has now pretty much ended. The decisions I am making now are a reflection of where I am in my 20’s. GBD is my primary commitment at this point, as well as my relationships. I have got to admit that it is really strange to not walk into that studio every week. But, there is a whole world of new shizznat that I now have the opportunity to choose. I can grab the proverbial hair goo of life and play… I told you all last week. I am sappy.



p.s. I have never used hair goo until now. I actually need to style my hair now. Oh, the possibilities….

Writing Assignment: After

July 28, 2008

Write what happened just after the photograph, below, was taken.

Tabby’s Entry:

i run into the arms that protect me
and hold on tight

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Movie Madness Mondays “A Leauge of Their Own”

July 28, 2008

I love to laugh out loud and cry out loud while absorbed in a good classic “chick flick”. I always find my self lost in the humor and warm sentimentality every time I watch, “A League of Their Own”. I bubble with giggles and tingles as I watch these women embrace, their individual struggles, talents and band together to play one of the most beloved sports in history…baseball.

Ahhh baseball, one must break down the barriers of fear, embrace themselves whole hearted with honesty and honor. The one thing I love most about this movie is how these women play baseball, not like men, but like women. Who say’s “there is no crying in Baseball” hahahaha! I love that line! But really…I am inspired by each character as their essence shines through and they accept and support one another through and through.

Geena Davis is a graceful leader and a wonderful example of one that embodies, strength and courage, while her sister played by, Lori Petty is a scrappy little thing, struggling, and searching to come to terms with her own individuality, something we can all relate to I am sure ☺ This relationship is how I often feel in my life, at times a graceful leader and at times a fearful scrappy gal trying to find herself.

Humor drips from Rosie O’ Donnell and sassy counter part Madonna throughout the movie. The on going banter between these two really cracks me up. Not to mention the constant smile on my face that makes my checks hurt as Tom Hanks tries to salvage the one last chance he has to play a part in the game from the depths of the bottle. Yet, he too can’t help but be intoxicated with this team’s dedication and passion for baseball.

Soon the team’s popularity grows, the fans see past the short skirts and embrace the women’s talents and baseball, for the love of baseball. ‘Go Peaches!” Anyhow I gush and gush I love this movie, can you tell?


PS oops I forgot to put this weeks movie…check out “Memoirs of a Geisha”

Writing Assignment: Before

July 24, 2008

Write what happened just before the photograph, below, was taken.

Tabby’s Entry:

hop hop hop went the frog through the bushes
she laughed in delight as it croaked its delectable goodbye.

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Film Your Sexy 7 with us!!

July 23, 2008

Hey all!!! So Kristin and I will be at Comic-Con tomorrow (Thursday) and we’d love to get your Sexy 7 on film (IF you are a female… please). Stop by the autograph line for Street Fighter (Capcom’s booth, we’ll be there from 12 – 1) and we’ll grab you while you’re in line and record your fabulous Sexy 7 to our snazzy HD Camera!

Tabby & Kristin

PS… The FIRST person to record a Sexy 7 will receive a freeeeeeeeee tank top with the GBD logo, autographed of course!

Writing Exercise: Twenty Poems

July 23, 2008

(developed by Jim Simmerman*)
Write a poem that strictly follows these rules. If you’re not happy with the result, you can deviate from the regulations in your revisions, but take the rules seriously on the first draft.

1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly through the poem.
4. Use one example of synaesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (maybe slang) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of “talk” you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand.)
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun)…”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he/she could not do in “real life.”
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a nonhuman object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that echoes an image from earlier in the poem.

Begin your poem with #1 and finish with #20. Otherwise, you can use the projects in any order you choose, giving each at least one line. Try to use all twenty projects. Repeat those you like. Don’t panic! Think of this as a game. Before beginning, you may want to look at the poem Simmerman wrote (below) in accordance with his own instructions.

Moon Go Away, I Don’t Love You No More
by Jim Simmerman

1. Morning comes on like a wink in the dark.
2. It’s me it’s winking at.
3. Mock light lolls in the boughs of the pines.
Dead air numbs my hands.
A bluejay jabbers like nobody’s business.
Woodsmoke comes spelunking my nostrils
and tastes like burned toast where it rests on my tongue.
4. Morning tastes the way a rock felt
kissing me on the eye:
5. a kiss thrown by Randy Shellhourse
on the Jacksonville, Arkansas, Little League field
because we were that bored in 1965.
6. We weren’t that bored in 1965.
7. Dogs ran amuck in the yards of the poor,
and music spilled out of every window
though none of us could dance.
8. None of us could do the Frug, the Dirty Dog
9. because we were small and wore small hats.
10. Moon go away, I don’t love you no more
was the only song we knew by heart.
11. The dull crayons of sex and meanness
scribbled all over our thoughts.
12. We were about as happy as headstones.
13. We fell through the sidewalk
and changed color at night.
14. Little Darry was there to scuff through it all,
15. so that today, tomorrow, the day after that
he will walk backward among the orphaned trees
16. and toy rocks that lead him
nowhere I could ever track,
till he’s so far away, so lost
17. I’ll have to forget him to know where he’s gone.
18. la grave poullet du soir est toujours avec moi–
19. even as the sky opens for business,
even as the shadows kick off their shoes,
20. even as this torrent of clean morning light
comes flooding down and over it all.

Kristin’s Entry:

Laughter wafts upward, steam-like
Condensing and slathering itself upon my eardrums, then dripping outward as it cools. Persistently moving the tiny hairs there, tickling my skin. Dancing through vocal chords like the smell of raspberry bushes in heat.
Here, on the tip of a cherry tree with Georgina Patrick. Her parents’ back yard, bloated to almost-explosion in Spokane, Washington. Our giggles sound like dogs howling.
Like the sweet sound of a church choir. Smelling of chastity.
Down the block, on the south side of the street my parents sit, I imagine, in the far left corner of the house.
Inside. Never out where their delicate blue irises would surely go the route of the Dodo, zipped out of reality.
I imagine my father asking, as the result of a lengthy internal dialogue, “Why don’t they have two boats, that way they’d never be late.”
His speech the slow molasses of oldness and disconnect.
My father as old as a freshly born child,
Leaping from then to now, now to then. A time traveler with leather suitcases that you would notice from great distances due to the creaking.
Echoing into my child’s birth, there will be creaking as she comes into this world,
As she coasts from my porcelain body into the expanse before her, it will taste of leather.
And her life will be seen only through blindness.
Ma petite… je t’aime
The leather will reveal itself to be cherry blossoms,
and blindness will blossom into laughter.

Tabby’s Entry:

Cobwebs dangle in a corner, long forgotten. I want to tear them away, rip their inanimate souls from the room and destroy their meaning, but something stops me. I hear a drip and focus on the darkness, the deepness, and the chill of dank. My mouth fills with the bitterness of the past, the underwire of the frame that shapes me. Abandoned and alone, the blackness calls out, surrounding me and pressing itself into my skin. I tune into the sound of rot and imagine what lays beneath it.

Rita Johnson sent the news today down from Austin, which is what prompted me to sit in my mind and observe memories that I managed to keep just beneath the surface, safe from me. Safe. That’s a joke. It’s always a joke, in the end. The caramelized captured photographs embedded into my brain spews forth emotions I’d have liked to never revisit except on the occasional post-date jaunt into my psyche as I try to explain away the silly things I’d done and said. Stupidosity at its best arises and I stumble and feel the heat rising into my face.

“Always better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” runs through my head as I grasp at the edge of the bed. What do they know. I’d prefer the innocence over the stupid any day. The fiery past of romance flings itself past me and I begin to cry. The love that I gave bore upon me and I began to feel as long-lived as a healthy fruit-fly.

My daughter races at a super human pace by my side, asking mommy what’s wrong and where the boo-boo is. I merely touch her, to remind myself of the goodness about the choices I’ve made. Tab will come back from this… I always do, and I suspect that there will probably never be a time where I don’t.

Love and loss is common. I rely on these shaky truths to propel me out of my personal tumult. I’ll bounce back in and never bounce away again. Hasta la vista, I think again. My phone looks back at me as if it knows I’m lying. Cobwebs creep up over it when the lights go out.

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July 21, 2008

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Movie Madness Mondays

July 21, 2008

America FerreraWe had movie night here at GBD Central, which was good times… Our inaugural Movie Monday movie was “Real Women Have Curves”. Firstly, America Ferrera is so lovely! We had seen her in travelling pants and she was really sweet in that too. Since this isn’t really a traditional review, we aren’t going to get into the details of our artistic evaluation of the movie.

This character’s mother was pretty intense. Like VERY intense. The lengths to which she went to get her daughter to do what she wanted was kinda devastating…and yet hilarious(really these behaviours are kinda funny when you aren’t making them into too much). Yet one of us, who shall remain nameless, was like, “This is like watching my day to day…” I think a lot of parents use the guilt factor on their kids at some point. You know the whole, “But I have sacrificed so much” or “Look at everything I have done for you!” And honestly, I think they are doing their best and trying to keep us safe. So in this story our lovely lady chooses to pursue her ambitions without her mother’s consent. That isn’t always easy. And to do it without being defiant, doing it understanding why she wants something and going after it because she values it. I know I have done a lot of shizznat that my parents haven’t liked, and sometimes the thing WAS destructive and sometimes it wasn’t. Ultimately though, it was so important for me to begin to understand why I would do or not do something for myself. Like, when America’s character goes to work in the factory with her sister, she chose to leave based on an understanding of the importance of school for her. Not so much that she didn’t want to be like her family.

BUT we did tire of the mopey mopey… Translation for those of you who do not speak “Kristin-speak”: she pouted A LOT. Now, we get that the whole situation was not so ideal, but we think it is possible to go out there and enjoy life. Yes, even when our mothers are uber-intense. Not to say we never feel like indulging ourselves with the mopey-mopey, we do. But we do think we can live our lives and create our ambitions experiencing adversity and not pouting. What do you ladies think?

The other thing we were intrigued by was the idea of defiance and weight. The speech with her mother over to eat or not eat the flan was almost exactly what Tabby was speaking of in “Defy,Defy, Defy”. Really curious about your thoughts on all that!! If we truly loved ourselves, would this even come into play?

Ultimately, most (if not all) human beings are beautiful. And to me, that is far from physical. If we were to go all Eckhart Tolle on you, beauty is a reflection of the essence of life. Which we all embody. We get so caught up in the surface of things. I am too skinny, Tabby is too fat… I play Lana Lang, Tabby is a Chloe fan. Underneath it all, how am I? How are you? If you were to die tomorrow and reflect upon life what would think was REALLY important. You are all beautiful.

And yes, I am sappy… I admit it. But not “The Notebook” sappy. More like “Amelie” sappy.

Okay, so Bianca (aka Binks) sent us about 5 million movie recommendations…Thanks Dude, so many to choose from. Kendra is very very very interested in watching, “A League of Their Own.” It is old school, but fun. So that is the movie this week little darlings! Enjoy the cheese.


Written by Kristin (but brains stormed together)