Dinosaurs appear fifth on my list of fears. (The first four are spiders, bees, expired dairy products, and leaving crock pots turned on when no one is home.) I realize that the odds of facing this fear are minimal. I’ve always been obsessed with dinosaurs, even though they traumatized me at the age of five. See, my mom had bought me a an educational VHS tape (see how OLD I AM?) with two whacky science guys (one whose name was Gary, and I don’t remember his full name or the title). In it, they teach about dinosaurs, fossils, and plants. And at the end of the video, the T-Rex ends up stalking Gary’s house. He opens the door to run into the basement and remembers has no basement, and the dinosaur eats him.
I remember running upstairs to hide under our poor table because that way I was blocked from view of the windows by any dinosaurs that happened to be passing by. Needless to say, when I discovered Jurassic Park–both the book and the movie–I became obsessed. It brings back my old chronic dinosaur nightmares but I’m getting good at dream-fighting raptors and I watch it at least four times a year anyhow, even the crappy sequels.
So for my birthday, my best friend and fellow nerd Ben decided the best present ever would be to take me on a helicopter ride like the one in Jurassic Park, over the Na Pali Coast on Kauai. It was amazing. We even got to land on a ridge where they filmed the Fence Scene (you know the one). And I didn’t puke! I didn’t even get really nauseated until the last fifteen minutes, and then I have never been so happy to set foot on solid ground. We went with Safari Tours in Lihue, and if you’re on Kauai, I highly recommend them. Our pilot was awesome, loves his job, and our guide was funny and friendly. They aren’t paying me to say that, either. Awesome experience and if I were ever going to go again, I’d go with them.
It was amazing and here are some photos:
Obviously this post is crazy photo-heavy, just so you’re warned.
This might surprise you guys, given that I write for a geek girl blog, but I’m kind of a huge nerd. Like, gigantic. And I’m not afraid of making a fool of myself. Besides, if I’m honest, I’ve been searching for a secret door to Narnia since 3rd Grade.
This weekend I went to San Francisco, a place I’ve been many times and adore. But it was the first I’d been back since reading Seanan McGuire’s October Daye series, which largely takes place there. As you may remember, I am a HUGE Tybalt Fangirl. My travel buddy, Ben, just finished the second book and suggested we take a can of tuna down to the park. We also went to the Japanese Tea Garden.
Surprisingly, no one questioned why I was walking around the park with an unopened can of tuna calling for a cat.
This was my first year attending the Jet City Comic Show here in Seattle, and I’m glad I went, even though I ended up spending too much money on comics. That shouldn’t be surprising since the small, one-day con is basically a giant dealer’s room. (On the plus side, I have new comics to read!) There weren’t many panels but I walked around a few dozen times, bought some great art, spoke to some artists and writers, and generally had a good time. I also took pictures!
I felt like I took a billion and a half photos but it turns out I only took a meager 27. What? How did that happen when I felt like I was snapping away constantly? I have no idea. Anyhow, if you were there, you might be in a photo. If not, you can see what it looks like.
Ladies holding down the fort at the Geek Girl Con Booth.
The rest of the photos can be found in here.
Guest Post by Anji
I was one of those kids who went to Catholic school for twelve years, and always had to write essays when I got back from summer vacation. Not the fun kind like “What I Did This Summer”, but the boring kind like “Analyze Lord of the Flies Yet Again Even Though That Book Still Gives You Nightmares and You Finished It in June”. So despite the fact that it’s still August, I’m going to give you a bit of a photo essay. Also, because Tori pointed out that I should probably post pictures along with my recipes – the only problem with that being for me, I don’t always think about taking a picture when I post a recipe, and I don’t always think about writing up a recipe when I take a picture. But I thought I’d at least try to give you a taste of the kind of work I’ve done in the past.
In my BP232 class, the actual name of which escapes me but basically it might as well have been called “Bake Fancy Stuff”, we had to take photos for our portfolio. In my case, this did have a real purpose – the portfolio, along with a written essay, and a nerve-wracking interview with the college’s muckety-mucks, earned me an honors internship at our Ireland campus in the fall of 2007.
Basically, what I’m saying here, is you bet your sweet bippy that I’m proud of the work I did in culinary school.
See these? These are chocolate-almond truffles. They did not last very long after I snapped this shot.