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Friday, November 2, 2012

Keep Calm, and…well, you know.

Some days, you feel small. Some days, you don’t feel like you mean a whole lot. Some days, you have to “cope with the fact that you are a bag of meat sitting on a rock in outer space and that someday you will die and you are completely powerless, helpless, and insignificant in the wake of this beautiful cosmic shitstorm we call existence” (thanks to theoatmeal.com).

You know the days. Your alarm wakes you up earlier than you needed, you’re late to class or work or whatever engagement that you don’t particularly want to be at, traffic is unusually awful, you drop your bagel after only one bite, people aren’t tipping you well at all at work, the little things just keep piling up, and the universe seems to be out to get you by just tearing at you, bit by bit by bit, until you’re just defeated.

Those are the times when you want to give up. You want to drop to your knees and ask why it must insist on pouring when it rains. You want to crawl under the sheets and close out the world. You want to slip into a mini coma until the day is over and everything is peachy again.

But you don’t.

You don’t do any of that.

You square up your shoulders. You stiffen up your upper lip. And you realize that the world is not out to slowly dismantle you. And you realize that the little things, are just little things. And no matter how many little things there are, no matter how much you multiply those little, tiny nuances by, they still don’t add up to a whole lot. You take a deep breath.

And you carry on.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Halloween Pumpkin Carving (Or, The Squirrel Rampage That Almost Was)

I absolutely love Halloween. It’s a holiday based on my favorite things: dressing up, free candy, and cutting into gourds. Who doesn’t love that?! But seriously, costumes and pumpkin carving allow me to be my artistic self once again.

And trust me; I take this stuff seriously. Exhibit A: my 2010 creation. 2 hours and fifteen minutes of carving “Happy Halloween” into scraggly tree branches:

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Just look at that hair. That’s the hairstyle of a girl who took on a pumpkin. And won, dammit.

So naturally, I was excited to learn that I actually had free time to carve pumpkins this year, unlike last year. I was so excited, in fact, that I decided to try and do three pumpkins. In one night. Because it was the only night I had off from work. Yeah, that counts as free time.

So we went and bought four pumpkins total so my mom could carve one with me. When we got back home, it was around six in the evening, so I decided I better get crackin’. Now, I am not an expert pumpkin carving connoisseur (yet), so I do always work from a pattern. But I try and choose ridiculous and unorthodox patterns because, well, that’s just how I roll.

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I started looking online for some cool ones to print out, and I stumbled across a few good candidates. I decided there was no way I could pass up doing a Gangnam Style pumpkin, so I pounced on that pattern and began there.

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Then my cat decided to try and help:

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But he got bored and just ended up carrying away the top to my pumpkin and munching on it…

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The PSY pumpkin only took me about an hour. It was a good warmup and precursor to my big project.

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His hand fell out, so it looked a little more jacked up than it should. But oh well. Still a funny choice for my first pumpkin. And my mom’s pumpkin turned out freakin’ adorable!

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I couldn’t wait to get started on my next choice of patterns, so I just jumped into that one next. Once I came across it online, I knew I had to carve it, and that it was either going to turn out amazing, or completely awful. There was no in between, and it was do or die. It was a hellish Spiderman design that took me FOUR AND A HALF hours to complete. I took a break in between because my eyes were starting to go buggy and my hand was hurting. I even broke my little saw blade at 1 a.m. and had to finish the rest of the tiny details with a much bigger one. Finally, at 2 a.m., this was the final product, and it was SO worth it:

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The pumpkins went out on the porch in the morning. And then, just like every single episode of Behind the Music in existence, “tragedy struck.”

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Spiderman may be able to duke it out with the Green Goblin. He may be able to stomp all over Doc Oc. But dude can take some serious damage from squirrels and just let it happen. Spidey senses were not a-tinglin’ that morning.

Four and a half hours of my blood, sweat, and pumpkiny tears. Eaten by squirrels in less than an hour after being put on the porch. I have never been so scorned by small, furry animals. And I have never wanted to own a BB gun more in my life.

Of course, the squirrels didn’t touch my Gangnam Style pumpkin. Or my mom’s pumpkin. Which both took much less than four and a half hours and did not take until 2 a.m. to finish with a crappy saw blade. Why would they? Squirrels have no shame, and no pity. Just spiteful little squirrely fangs and claws that tear Spiderman’s face off and leave it all over the porch around him, as if to humiliate him further. And though I refuse to avenge his unholy defacing because I don’t have a BB gun and I don’t believe in animal cruelty, I came extremely close to hucking some rocks or something. Rest in peace, Spidey. It’s over now.

And the real clincher: I didn't even have time to carve my third pumpkin. And I still may, since Halloween is two days away. But I just don't think it's going to happen. I've been defeated by pumpkins this year.

What are you doing for Halloween? Did you carve pumpkins, and if so, what were they? Are they still intact?

Friday, October 19, 2012

A Friday in the Life of A College Kid

My life isn’t exactly the most interesting thing out there. I pretty much work and go to school, and that’s really the sum of my life at the moment, with little things interspersed in between. But just in case you ever wanted to experience a day in my life, particularly a Friday, this is how I roll:

How to live out a Friday like a college kid:

Step 1: Wake up at 6:15 a.m. only to decide that going to your 9:00 a.m. class isn’t truly worth it. Go back to bed.

Step 2: Wake up again at 9:00 a.m. and commit yourself to doing homework for a couple hours before your next class at 12:00 (which you’ve already debated skipping but then realized you have a quiz to take). Turn on the computer, but end up on Facebook and YouTube instead of writing a lab report. Eat breakfast to kill more time.

Step 3: Go to other class. Question your parking job, but you’re already late, and you’ll only be parked there for 50 minutes. Acknowledge the security guy who’s giving out parking tickets. He smiles back at you.

Step 4: Show up to class late. Take your quiz.

Step 5: Return to car to find no ticket on your windshield, so spirits lift; walk around to driver side door and find this wedged in door:

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Thank the City of Denver for their $25 parking violation because only the last inch of your car was past the "No Parking Anytime” sign, but the rest of your car was fine. Don't ever let a smiling security guard assure you.

Step 6: Deposit accumulated tips from your serving job over the past week into the bank. Answer the teller’s knowing glances and questions with “I’m a waitress, I’m not a stripper” and apologize for all the ones.

Step 7: Go to Party City with friend. Try on ridiculous costumes and laugh at crazy ones.

Step 8: Hit up the mall. Try on random dresses because you can and feel glamorous while doing it:

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Step 9: Make impulse purchases:

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Shotglasses with capes and caramel apples. In case you were wondering what college kids spend money on, I’ll give you a hint: it’s not tuition.

Step 10: Avoid working. You’re on call tonight, and two people have already asked to have you cover their shifts, but you narrowly dodge them. Call in 20 minutes late and breathe a sigh of relief when they say they don’t need you to come in.

Step 11: Hit up thrift stores with another friend searching for one particular item. This includes, but is not limited to: Goodwill, Arc, Goodwill Outlet, Savers. OR ALL OF THE ABOVE.

Step 12: Laugh about the hilarious things you can find:

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Lifesize Sheldon cut out! BAZINGA!

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Step 13: Be a racecar. Avoid further parking violations.

Step 14: Be sorely disappointed at the horrible unorganization of the Goodwill outlet store. Yeah, it looks huge on the outside, and you see lots of people walking out with carts full of stuff. But once you get inside, you realize that it’s one giant room with bins of random clothes and toys and junk all thrown in together with absolutely no rhyme or reason. If Goodwill is where people’s unwanted things go to die, then the Goodwill Outlet is where those dead things go to die.

Step 15: Go get dinner at a Mexican restaurant. Slowly realize that it’s karaoke night at the bar…trust me, your ears will realize it before you do.

Step 16: Join in the chicken dance.

Step 17: Head home and debate going out to a haunted house. Write a blog entry.

So yeah. That’s pretty much the life of a college kid on a Friday. Ya know, just in case you were wondering.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Nerd moment #937: Gel Electrophoresis and DNA Fingerprinting

Multiple questions come up whenever I tell people I’m a bio major. “Are you crazy?” “What do you plan to do with that degree?” “Why did you choose that major when you started out as an art major?”

The answers to those questions are, respectively, and in the simplest forms: yes, save the world, and because we get to do cool stuff like this:

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That, guys and gals, is how to catch a killer.

That blue blob is the result of gel electrophoresis, which is just a fancy way of saying we made a Jell-O-like substance, put DNA samples in it, and shocked it for almost two hours. You can get one of these kits on any science-y type website to try it at home, and you pretty much do it in any biology class in college. I myself have done three electrophoreses in the past year.

The point of this fancy-schmancy blob is really to demonstrate how very unique DNA is and how it gets broken down by restriction enzymes to show that your DNA does not match someone else’s DNA, but they tell all the uninterested college kids that what we’re really doing is looking at two samples from a crime scene and trying to match it up to one of two suspects. That way, we can all fulfill our lifelong dreams of reenacting the show CSI: Miami. Except for the fact that this is ten times cooler because half the things they do on CSI: Miami aren’t real and this is a true way that forensics labs really roll.

I won’t get into the extreme details of it, but at a basic level, you add enzyme to DNA and it breaks it into smaller fragments, which are represented by the separate blue stripes in the picture. If you have a suspect DNA that has the same exact bands as the evidence DNA, you can say you’ve found yourself a criminal and call it a day.

There are a lot of downsides to using this type of DNA fingerprinting, as well as a lot of room for human error. For instance, the way we ran our lab made it so accuracy was key, and let’s just say college kids have no accuracy at 8 A.M. This is the case with any electrophoreses however, whether the FBI or DU students run this experiment.

So why did I choose biology? Why did I primarily want to go into forensics or genetics? Things like that blue blob, that’s why. I mean, how cool is that? Or is my nerdy college-kid swag just going crazy there?


What do you want to do and why? If you’re a college kid, why did you choose your major? Have you ever wanted to be on CSI: Miami?

Monday, October 15, 2012

Impulse Happiness

I don’t know what it is lately, but I’ve felt fairly stagnant. I was down for a little while, feeling like I wasn’t really doing anything or going anywhere. But I’ve had a recent series of small, impulsive events that have lifted my spirits. Now I’m feeling optimistic. I’m feeling creative. I’m feeling like making changes. I’m feeling good. It’s like a switch was flipped. You ever get like that? Try it sometime.

I hadn’t picked up art supplies for quite some time. But I mentioned drawing tattoos for people to one of my coworkers, and she commissioned me to work on one for her. That kind of “forced” artwork is exactly what I needed.

I went from neglecting my pencils and charcoal and pastels to having to force myself to interact with them for maybe just an hour….then maybe just one more…then maybe just one more.
And bam. My creativity came back. It’s like I needed someone to give me a push, meant only to get me to start walking. And I took off running.

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The next day, my other friend asked me to make him a dreamcatcher. Another little push to get my ball rolling, or rather, barreling away at high speed.

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I don’t know if it’s the passion in artwork and the relaxation that it brings me that caused me to just want to make giant leaps and strides in my life, but regardless, that’s what I needed. It’s like I hit the ground, but then bounced right back up and sprinted away.

Tonight I got my ears pierced again and began gauging the first piercing in my ears. I bought jeans at Hollister. Hollister. For anyone who doesn’t know me, I’ve never set foot inside of a Hollister in my life. But now I own their jeans. I’m getting tattooed again later this week. I’m thinking about putting red highlights in my hair. I’m doing some other impulsive things to make myself happy. They're small. They're not drastic. But it's making a difference. And it’s working.

I know this post was probably just rambling, but it feels good just to write. It feels good just to let it out. It feels good to impulsively blog about impulses. What impulsive thing have you done lately? What have you done to make yourself happy lately?

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Radioactive

It’s hard for me to describe how I feel on a day to day basis. Am I happy? Am I content? Am I blissful? Am I reposeful? Angry? Stoic? The spectrum is far too great. If I had to decide how I’m feeling today, this would be it:

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That, my friends, is radium. It is a radioactive element. Today, I feel radioactive.

Maybe it’s because I feel like people don’t want to be around me. Maybe they shouldn't. Maybe it’s because I have the power to do so much; I can cure cancer, I can help, I can harm. I can do so much. I have such potential. Maybe it’s because I can have a glow about me, or not. Whichever. There is a lot to know about me, a lot other people and myself are finding out each day, and a lot that remains undiscovered.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately.



Whatever the case: I am radioactive.

How are you feeling today? Have you ever felt radioactive?

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

“Was I supposed to be driving that closely behind that Homeland Security car?” and other debate-day questions you may have

The first presidential debate of the 2012 election year is today, and it’s here in colorful Colorado. In honor of debate day and the multitude of questions the moderators will be asking the candidates tonight, here are some answers to burning questions that may have been raised by this event:

1.) Were classes at the University of Denver cancelled today?
Being a DU student, I got to revel in the idea of having a random mid-week break because classes were, in fact, cancelled today. They were required to be cancelled, and there was a lot of guff given to us because we had classes on Tuesday as well, and the people in charge of the debate and the candidates’ safety wanted to close the university that day as well. Here’s the reality people: we didn’t have class because we are NOT EVEN REMOTELY ALLOWED on, near, around, by (or any other prepositional term) the campus unless we have a ticket to the debate. Our feet should not have even touched campus for the past 48-ish hours before the candidates arrived, but the school fought for us to be there on Tuesday, and won.

2.) Did they close off a lot of streets and parts of campus for this?
You bet your ass they did. The days leading up to today have been hell trying to navigate campus; they’ve sporadically closed off certain sections and roads, making it a veritable labyrinth just to get from the light rail station to my first class in the mornings. At least I could cut through campus; I can only imagine how people driving have felt these past few days.

On top of that inconvenience, I-25, the light rail stations surrounding the University of Denver, and various roads around the campus are being closed off today, supposedly around 5 p.m. So we were told. I’m sorry, it’s 3:30 p.m. as I write this, and I just got home from lunch with a friend in that area. Cops are already everywhere and no one is allowed to get on I-25 anymore. I just barely made into the turn lane in order to get onto I-25 from University Blvd., and the cop let me go ahead, then blocked off the turn lanes with cones behind me. I apologize to anyone who gets off work at 5 and has to get on the highway….good luck.

3.) Was I supposed to be driving so closely behind that Homeland Security car?
So as I just mentioned, I was driving home from lunch, which was around the DU area, and I did make it onto I-25 in the nick of time. As I was driving down the highway, each exit I passed was blocked by a cop car, and there were more cop cars just hanging out around different portions of the interstate. This SUV was driving in the lane right next to me, and then sped up and pretty much cut me off because the car in front of it was going too slow. So I’m driving fairly closely behind this SUV when I read the back of it and see there’s a phone number on the back of it incorporating the letters FPS. When the SUV went back over to the lane on my left, I sped up, and saw the side of it said “Federal Protective Services” and had the Homeland Security logo on it. The guy just looked at me and kept driving, following behind the car in the far left lane. The car wouldn’t move, so the SUV flicked it’s lights on (same kind of lights as a cop car) and just followed it.

Now, the car it was following didn’t get out of the way or move from the left lane so the SUV could pass, so either the driver doesn’t understand that flashing lights mean get out of the way, or I just witnessed Homeland Security escorting someone important down the highway in front of me. Either way, don’t follow Federal Protective Services closely and speed up to look at their SUV.

4.) What has DU done in order to prepare for the debate?
You know, I always wonder where the tons of money each student shells out to the university goes. This past week, the week before the debate, I finally found out.

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I can only imagine how this decision was made:

“Hey guys, what should we do will all this money? Give it back to the students? Renovate that awful John Greene Hall because it’s falling apart and the hallways barely fit two people passing each other? Use it to help with the building of the new Penrose library?”

“Hmm…no. It’s all been done before. It’s too passé. Let’s put in yet another sign that tells people that they’re at the University of Denver. You know, in case they weren’t sure what the other fancy signs around campus were telling them.”

So this spiffy new addition was done just in time for the debate. Great work team.

5.) Were people interviewed for the debate?
I was just walking from my last class to the light rail station yesterday, and I got stopped to do an interview. They asked me questions and recorded it for about ten minutes, then had me sign a release saying they could use the footage. I have no idea when or where this footage will be aired, but if I show up somewhere in the debate, somebody DVR that shit.

6.) Isn’t there a more efficient, cheaper way to do debates?
I was listening to 106.7 KBPI this morning, and they made a very valid point: it costs a lot of money in order to hold these debates. I mean, you have to get transportation and boatloads of security for each candidate and anyone they bring with them, including family, extended family, friends, next of kin, vice president/vice presidential candidate, their family and friends and next of kin, etc. etc. Then think of how much it costs in order to pay all the cops who have to help run this thing (and help direct traffic in whatever roundabout fashion they have set up). Then think of how much it costs for the surrounding businesses to shut down early, which a lot of places are doing because a.) no one will be able to get to them if the roads are closed, and b.) they want their employees to get a head start on traffic if they want to get home tonight. It’s 2012; can’t they just hold a debate over Skype by now?

Now, KBPI has a point there, but I’m not gonna lie: a debate just wouldn’t be the same over Skype.

7.) But Megan, what if I watch the debate and want to stab myself in the eyes out of anger/boredom/terrible answers to important questions?
This would be the perfect time to answer with the adage, “There’s an app for that.” Alas, I have no app. There is, however, something much better:

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Yes, my friends, that can be used for any of the debates this year.

Are you going to be watching the debates? Are any of them in your hometown? Do you have the opportunity to go to any of them?

Friday, September 21, 2012

End Of Watch

I love movies. I watch movies more than I watch TV, and even when the TV is on, I’m usually on one of the movie channels. I love seeing new movies in theaters, but lately I’ve been too busy to keep up with what’s been released recently. Quite frankly, I couldn’t even name three or four titles in theaters right now.

When I first saw a preview for End of Watch and saw Jake Gyllenhaal on a late night talk show promoting the film, I had no desire to see it. If you haven’t seen the preview for the movie, check it out here:



So maybe it’s the fact the movie is about cops. Maybe it’s the fact that it deals with drug cartels and gangs in South Central. Maybe it’s the fact that I thought the humor was going to be forced or out of place in an action movie. Whatever the case may be, I just didn’t see myself spending money to see this movie. It just didn’t seem like my kind of movie.

I met up with a friend from work tonight, however, and we decided to see what was playing at the theater. The lineup was pretty sad. I either didn’t recognize some of the titles, or I just didn’t want to see them at all. I mean, when it’s between Finding Nemo 3D, Trouble With the Curve, The House at the End of the Street, and The Possession, options look a little grim. But my friend suggested End of Watch, so I just rolled with it. On a side note, this is the first time I’ve gone to a theater since the July 20th shooting in my hometown. Just kind of a weird afterthought to me.

On another side note, I love movie previews. I did see a trailer for the new Silent Hill: Revelation movie coming out soon, and I’m stoked.

When the movie started, I didn’t realize the whole thing would be in a documentary format, which makes the first-person point of view a little different than most films. I was a little skeptical when some of the gang members started talking; as weird as it sounds, they were talking a little too “hood” for me. I just want to know if they really sound like that or if it was as forced as it seemed to me. Whatever the case, the whole film, even from the gang’s vantage point, is seen through a first-person camera lens.

The humor wasn’t as faked as I thought it would be. The entire movie is full of quips between the two main characters, police partners Brian Taylor and Mike Zavala, and it really serves to strengthen the bond and sense of brotherhood between both the two cops, and the rest of their police force. I was almost immediately sucked in.

To me, the humor also served to exemplify the severity of the situations that follow. The two cops get interesting calls, and though I believe most were unrelated, they were astounding. It’s hard to believe that stuff like that actually happens, but the sad truth is that the events could, and probably do, take place in real life. I commend officers who can deal with the situations presented.

And then shit gets real. Shit gets real, very fast. I sat on the edge of my seat for about the last quarter of the movie, mouth likely agape, but who knows? I wasn’t paying attention to my facial expression. At least, until I started to feel myself tear up.

It is very rare that I find a movie that can actually make me cry. Like legitimately tears-down-the-cheeks, sniffly-nose cry. This movie came closer than any movie has in a long, long time. And that impresses me.
The only bad thing about this blog is I don’t want to say too much for fear of giving something away. Instead, I urge people to go see it, even if it’s not your particular cup of tea. It may shock you. I feel like this movie was extremely well-made, and highly recommend it to anyone. I might even go see it again, but I know this time around, I probably will legit cry.

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Seen any good movies lately? Seen any that make you cry everytime?

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Nerd moment #248: A Little Out of Character While Being In Character

It started with a simple conversation over a Chinese buffet dinner a few months ago. And ended with this:

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Oh yeah. That conversation went there.

A couple of my friends are pretty big Anime and video game fans, and while I’ve seen a few Animes, I barely know any of the ones they talk about. I’m not that big of a fan. However, I’m all about video games. So while eating dinner with the two of them one evening a few months back, they were discussing a convention that Colorado has every year dedicated to both Anime fans and gamers alike. It’s called NDK, and one of my friends goes every year. I just so happened to be there while he was trying to convince my other friend that he needed to go with him this year, and let’s just say I ended up in the crossfire.

Now, I’ve never been to NDK, Wasabicon, Comicon, or any other crazy conventions that come to town, though I’ve always wanted to go to Comicon. I love comics, I love video games, and I love costumes, but I just never seemed to combine them. Until now.

After convincing me that I should go and try it out with them, we decided that I had to go big and dress up for NDK. It’s not required, but that’s half the fun. People dedicate mass amounts of time and money towards making a costume to resemble their favorite character, and I’ve never made a costume before, so I figured it was time to go for it. After much deliberation, I settled on Yuna from the game Final Fantasy X-2 (even though Final Fantasy X was a much better game…).

It’s so difficult to go solely based off screenshots and pictures in order to determine detail in someone’s costume. That, plus I’ve never even attempted anything like this before, plus I had no sewing machine. So I set off, with help from one of the aforementioned friends and enlisting my mom (much better seamstress than I), we slowly but surely HAND-SEWED something that actually wasn’t half bad compared to the character.

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It was so interesting to see everyone dressed up and displaying all their hard work and effort. Like I said before, I’ve never done anything like this, the costume or the convention, and while it’s up in the air whether I’ll do it again, I commend those who find a lot of happiness and passion in it. I was basically in it purely just to dress up, but I respect those who wait all year for the convention to come to town so they can see the latest in Anime, games, and meet others with the same interests. I just loved watching all types of people roaming around the hotel, and I gotta say, I loved the attention I got for my costumre, too. All kinds of people kept coming up to my friend (dressed as an amazing Link from the Legend of Zelda games) and I, asking to take a picture or asking for hugs. Definitely an interesting experience.

Here’s some of the awesome people I got to meet and take pictures of:

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Hello Kitty Samurai. No, it doesn’t make sense. No, you really don’t ask questions at these events.

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My friend (on the right) and another of the many Links running around NDK.

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Ru-fi-oooooooooooooo!!!!

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Most of the Final Fantasy characters.

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Sailor Moon characters.

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Tidus and I. For those who don’t know, Tidus is the main character in Final Fantasy X, and my character is the main one in X-2. Boy meets girl, girl has to die in order to save world, boy tries to save girl, boy is actually from 1000 years in the past so boy must return home in the end, girl seeks out boy in the second game.

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My buddy Link facing a Beer Knight. His armor is made entirely of Dos Equis cans. ‘Nuff said.

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Chain “Link” fence. Get it?


And for no reason, here's a Storm Trooper on vacation.

Overall, the experience was interesting, to say the least. I’m actually really glad I went and took the time to make a costume for it. And while there were so many more people and pictures and whatnot, my blog can only handle so much nerd right now. It might be ready to explode.

Have you ever been to Comicon or any convention like it? Have you ever dressed up as an animated character? What have you done recently that was a little out of character for you?

Monday, September 3, 2012

Taste of Colorado

I’ve lived in Colorado my whole life, and I had yet to experience the Taste of Colorado. So I got to check it out this past weekend with my mom and two family friends, and it was pretty much worth the trip downtown.
They had some of the Denver streets blocked off for the festival, and there were rows and rows of different vendors selling food and drinks and all kinds of cool crafts and clothing. And people. By God there were so many people.

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This picture was taken one rare moment when I wasn’t surrounded by people from every angle and could actually take full steps. But it was a beautiful day and the people-watching was prime.

And if you’ve ever been to downtown Denver, you know exactly the kind of prime people-watching I’m talking about. There’s people of every variety imaginable with every type of odd hairstyle or dress or talent being showcased.

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This guy looked like a copper cowboy statue until people walked up and gave him money. That was the only time he would move or change position. When I walked by, it actually took me a couple seconds to realize that it was a real person, not a real statue.

My mission at the Taste of Colorado was to try some interesting food. I had high expectations for the types of cool things the booths might have. Unfortunately, I was informed that this was one of the worst years for the festival, having been downsized since last year and lacking as much variety. They had the basics; pizza, fries, etc., etc., but they did have some more ethnic-type foods, such as gyros and some Mexican dishes. I was determined to find something that I couldn’t necessarily find anywhere else; I didn’t come to the Taste of Colorado to end up eating CiCi’s pizza, who did have a booth set up there. I did walk past a booth with fried alligator on the menu, but I just wasn’t feeling that brave. I ended up eating some vegetable pakora from a booth set up by a restaurant called India’s, and I definitely want to eat at that restaurant at some point after trying it. I was admittedly a little disappointed by the food selection, but it was good nonetheless.

The highlight of my day was when we walked past the Colorado Lottery tent. We got sucked into spending $10 on scratch tickets so that we could spin a prize wheel and win more scratch tickets. Or at least, that’s how it started.

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How it ended was us four sitting on the curb for a half hour, scratching more tickets and using the winnings to buy more scratch tickets and spinning the prize wheel again and again. We finally had to cut ourselves off and cut our losses. We did win some of the money back, but it ended up going towards more scratch tickets. We were addicted.

Overall, it was nice to just head downtown for the day and watch all the crazy people and performances. The vendors had some interesting crafts, one booth inspiring me to make my own tank top (blog post on that later) and one booth offering samples of sexually-named chocolate honey mixtures. Nothing like trying a little “Original Sin” while your mom samples “Chocolate Slut” right next to you.

I highly recommend checking out the festival if you haven’t already. I’ll definitely go back next year and see what kind of crazy stuff they have. Still have high expectations for the food though….it is called the Taste of Colorado for a reason.

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Buried Treasure

When I’m flipping channels on TV, I occasionally get stuck watching National Geographic or The History Channel for hours. Okay, that seems to happen more often than not, but who counts? But anyway, on both channels, there’s always shows with the concept of “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” People are always searching through their houses for junk that may be of value and trying to get money out of it. It’s actually amazing what people find hiding in their houses sometimes.

This past weekend and a couple before it, my family’s been cleaning out my great aunt’s house and finding all sorts of old stuff. A lot of it has no value, some of it was trash. But then there was the stuff that had a lot of value whether it be monetary or sentimental. But searching through the worthless stuff makes finding the valuable stuff all the better.

My great Aunt Evelyn had a house and a shed full of stuff, partially because of how long she lived in this particular house, and partially because she would forget that she had things, so instead of search for them, she would just go out and buy more. While it wasn’t quite like an episode of Hoarders, I never imagined having so much stuff in such a small space. I realize that so far, I’ve used the word “stuff” more than anyone ever should in one small narrative, but that’s really the only good description to encompass the random conglomeration of items all combined at this residence. Like I said, some had value, some didn’t. It was all randomly assorted. We spent time sifting through boxes and bags, laughing at some of the old memories and even being shocked at some of the finds. We cleaned out the kitchen cupboards and pantry and found more extremely expired food than I ever want to see again. For instance, this is 23-year-old ketchup:

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Notice how it’s almost black in color…and it was practically liquefied. As tempted as I was, no, I did not open it and smell it.

The rest of the time, I felt like I was in my very own episode of American Pickers. I felt like an explorer in someone’s house, trying to salvage something valuable, or at least worthy of Goodwill. There was an endless parade of homemade crafts, clothes, and little odds and ends. Here were some of the interesting finds:

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Portable speakers attached to a cassette player. Unfortunately I didn’t see what cassette was still in it, or if it still worked. My uncle told me to put it with my 8-track player.

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Oil lamp (which had a glass top until my grandpa accidentally held it up to show everyone and it wasn’t securely attached…), bundt cake pan, grab bar for a shower, homemade doilies, Tupperware, and other assorted goodies heading to Goodwill.

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Gigantic roast pan and a motion detecting security light.

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Abalone shell seahorse.

Among the other random finds were a huge Jesus tapestry and my great grandmother’s immigration card from 1909. I didn’t take pictures of those, but I should’ve, especially the immigration card. That was actually a pretty cool piece of family history. At the risk of sounding corny, the best buried treasure we found was just the time spent together going through all those memories. I hardly get to see some of my family, so it was nice just to see them and look through ridiculous artifacts with them. The fact that they were there put more value on items that I had deemed worthless. My grandpa got to keep his mother’s immigration card. My uncle got to put on a weird frilly yarn hat and tell us “Don’t worry, be happy. The guy who wrote that killed himself.” I got to see things my great aunt took the time to make and we got to pass them down and keep the heirlooms going. Things like that are more valuable than any ancient artifact or piece of American history any day.

Have you ever taken the time to just dig through old stuff? Do you have any great memories buried away in your house, waiting to be rediscovered? What would you want people to find in your house when you’re gone?

Thursday, August 16, 2012

MRE

I have a lot of friends in the military. But when you show up at one of their houses to hang out with them and they’ve got MREs strewn across their bed, things get interesting and curiosity takes over.

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For those of you who don’t know, MRE stands for “Meal, Ready to Eat” (or as some put it, Meal, Regurgitated Easily) and is what the military gives our armed forces when they go on training exercises, deployment, or basically anywhere where food is not readily available. They are dehydrated meals in easy-to-carry packages, and all you do is add water. They crack me up because they try to pass off as gourmet meals, such as “Vegetable Lasagna,” “Meatballs in Marinara Sauce,” and “Beef Stew.” In case you’re wondering, they’re not exactly 5-star restaurant quality.

My friend had these left over from the training exercise he just did in California, and he had “Chili with Beans” open already, so I started to investigate. I’ve heard all about these things, but I’ve never seen them in person. I attribute that partially to the fact that I’m not military and partially to the fact that I’ve heard them described as the real weapons of mass destruction.

He showed me the details behind MREs. This is the contents of the Chili and Beans package alone:

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That is a spoon, the bag you put it all in to heat it up, crackers, cornbread, chili and beans, cheese sauce, “beverage base orange powder,” a package with seasonings, and a “chocolate chip ranger bar.” My friend then explained to me that the package with the seasonings (shown bottom right) is a mystery grab bag, and then warned me not to eat the gum. When I asked why, he said it’s the equivalent of a laxative because “these things will get you backed up.” Needless to say, I didn’t touch that package again.

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This is a close up on the cheese sauce. Note that the last line explains that any ingredient with a star next to it is “ingredients not in regular cheese.” You also have to “knead package before opening.”

If this wasn’t enough to ask me what the hell we feed our military, the preparation instructions dumbfounded me.

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You put the chili and beans into this bag, and add water. But here’s the clincher:

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This warning is on the top of the plastic bag. If you’ve ever used those little handwarmers that heat up when you rub them, then you’ll understand this warning. Because they essentially have that as a heating element at the bottom of the bag. But the warning tells you “vapors released by activated heater contain hydrogen,” so your meal is now flammable, and “hot water leakage can burn and cause a cold-weather injury.” You should also avoid “drink[ing] the water remaining in the bag or use it in food items.” This meal could turn harmful in two seconds if you’re not careful. And from what I hear, it’s harmful to your digestive system after you eat it, too.

I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t eat any of this. I’m not part of the military, and I’m not that badass or desperate for food. But I did take a bite of the “chocolate chip ranger bar.” And let me tell ya, if they made chocolate flavored charcoal, it would be called a chocolate chip ranger bar.

Does anyone else question this? Like, I understand the thought behind it; it’s easy, it’s portable, it doesn’t NEED to be any fancier than this. But seriously?