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My fellow Top Geek finalist Sandi as FBI Agent Dana Scully (as per The X-Files: Fight The Future) at Oz Comic-Con. Sandi is a bonafide true-blue fan of the aforementioned show, and knows more about it than I could ever hope to. (She’s even met Gillian Anderson!) This is why I get PO’ed when Tony effing Harris shoots his mouth off about cosplayers not being “real fans” - if only he knew the effort cosplayers put into what they wear, for the sake of screen accuracy!

keaneoncomics: Yaya Han as Catwoman, taken by yours truly at Armageddon Expo Melbourne a few weeks ago. Let me state for the record that Yaya was truly excellent to converse with, a most gracious guest (considering that her luggage was misplaced and the only case she had was, ironically enough, the one with her costumes inside!), and honestly knows her stuff inside and out. Cosplayers are true fans, and I dare any uppity comic book artist to say different. Semi-reblogging myself to add a GPOY: Yeah, I was pretty rapt.

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Yaya Han as Catwoman, taken by yours truly at Armageddon Expo Melbourne a few weeks ago.

Let me state for the record that Yaya was truly excellent to converse with, a most gracious guest (considering that her luggage was misplaced and the only case she had was, ironically enough, the one with her costumes inside!), and honestly knows her stuff inside and out. Cosplayers are true fans, and I dare any uppity comic book artist to say different.

Semi-reblogging myself to add a GPOY:

Yeah, I was pretty rapt.

This picture (taken at Supanova a fortnight ago) essentially sums up my feelings about The Avengers/Avengers Assemble; in short, I thought it was great. You can read my review of it here.

This picture (taken at Supanova a fortnight ago) essentially sums up my feelings about The Avengers/Avengers Assemble; in short, I thought it was great. You can read my review of it here.

GPOY with Stephanie ‘Hex’ Bendixsen of ABC2’s Good Game at Supanova Expo Melbourne this past weekend. I may have fanboyed out a little… (A big thank you to her friend - whose name escapes me, sorry! - for taking the picture, and who told he recognized my Twitter handle from my tweets during the show.)

GPOY with Stephanie ‘Hex’ Bendixsen of ABC2’s Good Game at Supanova Expo Melbourne this past weekend. I may have fanboyed out a little…

(A big thank you to her friend - whose name escapes me, sorry! - for taking the picture, and who told he recognized my Twitter handle from my tweets during the show.)

GPOY, nine years ago. It came up during an exchange with Batmiz that I had been a teaching assistant circa 2002. That came about as a result of a government initiative to get people like myself back into the workforce, ergo I was effectively ‘volunteered’ into a part-time job with a six-month contract. I actually relished the challenge, but it was conversely easy in that I only lived across the road from the grade school I worked at, and sometimes my mother worked as a secretary in the school office - a parallel experience to my early 80’s education as a precocious student. (I was actually deemed intelligent enough to attend a school for advanced students, but my parents nixed the idea for various reasons.) Mind you, the job - such as it was - had a steep learning curve, in that I had to learn to deal with children from the ages of five through to eleven/twelve, with all the myriad challenges that entails. That aside, though, I was essentially a technological dogsbody; one particular task involved setting up Hotmail accounts for the Year 6 students. At the other end of the scale, I would play through simple educational PC games with the littlies in Prep. I enjoyed both equally, I have to say. As for the staff, I knew one teacher as I attended high school with her, while the principal - an expat American who still retained his midwestern burr despite living here for a number of years - took quite a shine to me during my stint there. He even gave me a Nick Cave CD (The Boatman’s Call) due to being impressed with my work. However, some of the other faculty members resented my being foisted upon them (which the principal mentioned in passing, followed by a swift reassurance that he liked having me there), and I actually had a heated argument with one of the older women on staff over - of all things - the sound quality during rehearsals for the end-of-term school concert. (I was manning the rudimentary mixing desk.) Thankfully, that was resolved in short order, and the concert went off without a hitch. (I still flinch when I hear Will Smith’s Wild, Wild West though.) The photo above came about as I was given the task of testing out a new digital camera that had been bought for the school, which involved me taking pics of the grounds using various filters. I opted to get a MySpace-style pic of myself before I did that, though. (As you’ve all no doubt guessed, it’s the basis for my user ID.) It’s weird (and, I hope, understandably so) looking at myself from nearly a decade ago. As the picture no doubt gives away, I had next-to-no sense of style, my glasses are Lennon-esque, and my haircut is appalling. (Not to mention the goatee. Why did I think that ever looked cool?) On top of that, I had no idea what the immediate future would hold; I just wanted to last out my contract and make of the training credits promised by the govenment, in their infinite wisdom, as a reward. Eventually, once I had access to said credits, I made my decision: I would move once again to Melbourne and attend a screenwriting class at the CAE. That turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life thus far. But that’s a story for another time.

GPOY, nine years ago.

It came up during an exchange with Batmiz that I had been a teaching assistant circa 2002. That came about as a result of a government initiative to get people like myself back into the workforce, ergo I was effectively ‘volunteered’ into a part-time job with a six-month contract. I actually relished the challenge, but it was conversely easy in that I only lived across the road from the grade school I worked at, and sometimes my mother worked as a secretary in the school office - a parallel experience to my early 80’s education as a precocious student. (I was actually deemed intelligent enough to attend a school for advanced students, but my parents nixed the idea for various reasons.)

Mind you, the job - such as it was - had a steep learning curve, in that I had to learn to deal with children from the ages of five through to eleven/twelve, with all the myriad challenges that entails. That aside, though, I was essentially a technological dogsbody; one particular task involved setting up Hotmail accounts for the Year 6 students. At the other end of the scale, I would play through simple educational PC games with the littlies in Prep. I enjoyed both equally, I have to say.

As for the staff, I knew one teacher as I attended high school with her, while the principal - an expat American who still retained his midwestern burr despite living here for a number of years - took quite a shine to me during my stint there. He even gave me a Nick Cave CD (The Boatman’s Call) due to being impressed with my work. However, some of the other faculty members resented my being foisted upon them (which the principal mentioned in passing, followed by a swift reassurance that he liked having me there), and I actually had a heated argument with one of the older women on staff over - of all things - the sound quality during rehearsals for the end-of-term school concert. (I was manning the rudimentary mixing desk.) Thankfully, that was resolved in short order, and the concert went off without a hitch. (I still flinch when I hear Will Smith’s Wild, Wild West though.)

The photo above came about as I was given the task of testing out a new digital camera that had been bought for the school, which involved me taking pics of the grounds using various filters. I opted to get a MySpace-style pic of myself before I did that, though. (As you’ve all no doubt guessed, it’s the basis for my user ID.)

It’s weird (and, I hope, understandably so) looking at myself from nearly a decade ago. As the picture no doubt gives away, I had next-to-no sense of style, my glasses are Lennon-esque, and my haircut is appalling. (Not to mention the goatee. Why did I think that ever looked cool?) On top of that, I had no idea what the immediate future would hold; I just wanted to last out my contract and make of the training credits promised by the govenment, in their infinite wisdom, as a reward.

Eventually, once I had access to said credits, I made my decision: I would move once again to Melbourne and attend a screenwriting class at the CAE. That turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life thus far.

But that’s a story for another time.