June182014

Some of my favorite photos of our Captain America cosplay from Denver Comic Con, taken by TofuSnow Cosplay Photography.

More can be found at www.tofusnow.com.

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So, the second day of Denver Comic Con was a lovely day. Not only because more than one person realized that I was cosplaying Misty Day (even though a grumpy guard made me get rid of my jar of swamp mud because, apparently, it was “dangerous” and he wasn’t “sure how I even got into the building with it to begin with” even though at least three Pyramid Head cosplays were walking around with swords TWICE THE SIZE OF MOST PEOPLE. EXCUSE YOU, SIR)…
I digress. Basically, our second day was awesome because WE MET BRUCE CAMPBELL. TWICE. *inhuman noises similar to that of mating pterodactyls*
This may or may not have been me during the entirety of both interactions:
Regardless, though, he was AMAZING both times. The first time, I couldn’t even talk because I was so starstruck. The second time, whilst signing the Necronomicon pictured above, he struck up conversation with both me and Cody. He talked to me about what I do, and when I said I teach English, he got a very serious look on his face and said, “I hope you’re a good one. We need that, darlin’.” *more frantic inhuman noises similar to that of mating pterodactyls on speed*I may or may not have died that day. I may or may not be a ghost right now, typing this with my ghostly tendrils…

So, the second day of Denver Comic Con was a lovely day. Not only because more than one person realized that I was cosplaying Misty Day (even though a grumpy guard made me get rid of my jar of swamp mud because, apparently, it was “dangerous” and he wasn’t “sure how I even got into the building with it to begin with” even though at least three Pyramid Head cosplays were walking around with swords TWICE THE SIZE OF MOST PEOPLE. EXCUSE YOU, SIR)…

I digress. Basically, our second day was awesome because WE MET BRUCE CAMPBELL. TWICE. *inhuman noises similar to that of mating pterodactyls*

This may or may not have been me during the entirety of both interactions:

Regardless, though, he was AMAZING both times. The first time, I couldn’t even talk because I was so starstruck. The second time, whilst signing the Necronomicon pictured above, he struck up conversation with both me and Cody. He talked to me about what I do, and when I said I teach English, he got a very serious look on his face and said, “I hope you’re a good one. We need that, darlin’.” *more frantic inhuman noises similar to that of mating pterodactyls on speed*

I may or may not have died that day. I may or may not be a ghost right now, typing this with my ghostly tendrils…

June162014
hailstones-and-halibutbones:

I decided to forgo doing my Evil Dead cosplay at DCC today (too much blood for 9 hours) even though my boyfran was all Ash Williams-ed out. BUT MISTY DAY WAS SO MUCH FUN TO COSPLAY. And I got to carry around Stevie all day, so that’s always a plus.

hailstones-and-halibutbones:

I decided to forgo doing my Evil Dead cosplay at DCC today (too much blood for 9 hours) even though my boyfran was all Ash Williams-ed out. BUT MISTY DAY WAS SO MUCH FUN TO COSPLAY. And I got to carry around Stevie all day, so that’s always a plus.

May222014

Anonymous said: Hi, Miranda. I'd hate to see this blog deliquesce on the floor of the dilapidated cellar in the Mega-McManshion that is tumblr (I have a special investment in it, you see). So, to avoid this most tragic fate, I shall ask a most invigorating question! It is also seasonally apropos, so you should be able to draw much inspiration for the challenge it will present. Without further ado - If you could only ingest/imbibe one pumpkin flavored item for the rest of your life, what item would that be?

ANON, DAT VOCABULARY, THO. Who are you?! Freaking Hermione Granger? Please be Hermione Granger…

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This is no longer, as you so gloriously put it, “seasonally apropos” because I am an enormous failure at keeping this blog afloat for any extended amount of time, and I very much apologize for that. This year has been, how you say, a gargantuan pain in mah bootay. A good, masochistic sort of pain, but a pain nevertheless.

But, regardless of that, I don’t even know what to say to you. Like, you’ve basically just created a rift in my psyche.

There’s a huge part of me that wants to say — straight up — pumpkin ale. Because pumpkin ale is the beverage equivalent of the satisfaction you get when you can finally take off your pants at the end of a long day. Proven fact. You can quote me on that one.

But that’s far too obvious an answer. So, I’m going to go with raw pumpkin BECAUSE IT IS THE MOST METAL OPTION, and aside from that, I could use said pumpkin to pumpkin-ify anythang and everythaaaang.

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Why claim that I would only eat pumpkin bagels when I could just smoosh a pumpkin to smithereens, coat it in sugar and cinnamon, and slam it into an ordinary bagel or some cream cheese? BOOM! INSTA-PUMPKIN-IFED BAGEL. Or any other object…

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Why say that I would only choose pumpkin spice lattes when I could just sprinkle some pumpkin corpse remnants into a cup of coffee?! WHY CLAIM THAT PUMPKIN SCONES ARE THE ONLY WAY TO GO WHEN I COULD ADD THE SOUL OF PUMPKIN TO ANY SCONE I WERE TO CREATE?!

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… Ok, on second thought, eff it. That’s too much work. Pumpkin ale, anon. Pumpkin ale.

October272013

A super groovy Halloween to you all from Ash and Mia.

(More photos to come later. A massive thank you to Amanda — amandamarie105.tumblr.com — for taking such lovely photographs of our tomfoolery. <3)

July132013

Anonymous said: Hi Miranda! If you were a superhero what would your superpower be? And none of that "ability to steal all powers" bullshit because we all know it's cheap and false, like the dreams of most communication majors.

Hello, anon! Don’t you worry your pretty little head. If I were a superhero, I would most certainly NOT wish for the ability to steal all powers because I couldn’t deal with that nonsense. It’d be groovy gravy if ALL powers were useful all of the time, but I’m convinced that some powers out there just straight-up blow.
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Reading minds, for instance: while it’d be nice to know what people are thinking every now and then, I’d really be quite fine not knowing what the super weird dude at the mall is thinking as he carefully slinks through the aisles of Victoria’s Secret.

Invisibility is another one that I don’t think I could handle. While I’d love being able to screw with people by pretending to be a ghost or something, I’m pretty sure you’d have to walk around naked for the power to truly work (unless you want to create the illusion that you are nothing more than a walking outfit). Bearing that in mind, what if something happened to make the power die out momentarily? Like if someone were to inadvertently punch me in the boob as I was walking down the street because he/she didn’t see me, and then, in my intense pain, all of a sudden, it’s like WHAM! And then I get arrested for indecent exposure? No. Nope. Non. Nein. I’ve come too far to be arrested for public nakedness. Although I suppose I could strip down and jailbreak, but then I’d be a naked fugitive. There’s no winning.

I’m digressing a little, though. I’ve always dug Spider-Man because he can swing around cities and fire webs at people who really frost his cookies, which is ideal because no one enjoys getting covered in spiderwebs, and if someone were to upset me, I could just go “THWIP” in his/her face. Guaranteed, the person wouldn’t know how to handle that. You shouting “DID YOU JUST WEB IN MAH FACE?!” will attract more attention to you than it will to me. Also, at the same time, I’ve always felt kindred to Peter Parker because of his smartass-ness.

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But, on the other hand, I’m not too into spiders; I respect them, but I don’t love them. I do, however, love owls… And if there can be radioactive spiders, then dagnabbit, there can be radioactive owls.

Here is an extensive 5-part thesis as to why I’d like to be Owl-Girl, the owl pellet-slinging superhero:

I’d really dig being bitten by a radioactive owl because (1) I could fly, (2) I could see things awesomely at night, (3) I’d have some seriously awesome talons, (4) the soft hoot of the owl is tremendously soothing and I could easily calm down those who are upset by cooing at them, and (5) just as people hate being covered in spiderwebs, people also don’t like having owl pellets launched into their faces, so I could go “THWAPPP” at people who upset me and flee the scene of the crime as they loudly announce “AWW HECK NAH, YOU DID NOT JUST OWL PELLET IN MAH FACE.” Again, an exclamation of that sort will draw far more attention to them than it will to the girl nonchalantly flapping away into the soft crimson blaze of the sunset.
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In honor of this momentous occasion, I’ve penned a little ditty, sung to the original Spider-Man theme: “Owl-Girl, Owl-Girl, does whatever an Owl-Girl does-irl. Beautiful talons, very big. When she hoots at you, you’ll dance a jig. LOOK OUT, here comes the Owl-Girllll.”

But if I’m being realistic here, I’d also enjoy any sort of superpower that would allow me the ability to sound like every sort of musical instrument ever. Like I could say a sentence in a standard way, but then I could go into psychedelic sitar mode and recite said sentence in an incredibly George Harrisonian manner. I could read Allen Ginsberg aloud in bongo mode and create a beautiful crash of melodious consonants. I could read 50 Shades of Grey aloud in porn guitar mode and fall on the floor laughing for hours. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS.

Aside from that, though, I would also really appreciate the ability to make all kinds of coffee, tea, and smoothies (ALIAS: BARISTARIA) because — like the elusive communications major — I am both an English major and a philosophy minor, and I was told to have a back-up plan if teaching doesn’t work out, so, I mean…

May142013

Horror: The Insatiable Modern Audience and the Seemingly Ineffective Genre

Under the cut lies the literary journalism piece that I wrote for my creative nonfiction class. The piece is about modern horror films and the ways in which they are viewed and interpreted by today’s audiences.

A LITTLE IMPORTANT BACKGROUND:

I’m a huge horror junkie, and I could have written until the cows come home, but in the interest of keeping this piece from getting too long, I only focused on a few movies in particular (regardless of how much I wanted to address other films, the piece could have very easily become a monstrous thesis, and I wanted to avoid that — but, I mean, remakes, torture porn, and female survivor tropes alone warrant a thesis, and they are only briefly mentioned here). At the same time, I had a number of sources, but I didn’t directly cite any of them in the interest of keeping the piece from looking too bonkers.

Also, while I know some people are probably not too fond of footnotes, I would like to encourage readers to click the footnote links at the ends of sentences (represented by [1], [2], [3] and so on and such forth) and read them as they go along. I intended for my footnotes to serve as funny little sidenotes or supplementary research to bolster my ideas, and I think the piece loses something without these constructs. Although, if you’re not into that, that’s cool, dude. I won’t force you. I’m actually just stoked that you’re willing to read my insights in the first place.

With that, I would like to extend the warmest of thank yous to all who helped me write this. From giving me your opinions on horror, to recommending websites or articles that I should check out, to merely helping me renegotiate some thoughts here and there when nothing was making sense, you’ve helped me tremendously. You guys are my heroes.

And, with that, let’s do this thang.
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April62013

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Bruce Campbell — Ash Williams, himself — once said, “you know you’ve had the misfortune of meeting a true Evil Dead fan because they won’t fucking shut up about it.” Hi, guys. That’s me. I’m sorry, but I will not shut up about Evil Dead any time soon, and I have no idea if any of you are even fans or interested in seeing the new one, but before you shout “REMAKES ARE LAME, DUDE,” I wanted to get this stuff out there from the point of view of a hardcore fan rather than a stuffy movie critic.

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December202012

Anonymous said: I only know how to ask one question anonymously: favorite sex position?

I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK.

I invented this last year, and it doesn’t really have a name yet. Hmm.

I’m officially calling it the “Tom Cruise Koala Slamdown.”

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For this, you will need:

(1) a glass cutter,

(2) rope,

(3) a harness,

(4) a Mission Impossible era Tom Cruise outfit/impression (study this over and over: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SMYognL2t4),

(5) a real eucalyptus tree. Or a fake one. You know, whatever floats your boat, anon,

(6) a couch, bed, or something cozy and big enough for two people to fit on,

(7) koala ears. Not like, real koala ears. Like a fake koala ear headband thing. I will judge you if you use real koala ears.

This works best if you have a skylight somewhere in your love nest. Position the real or fake eucalyptus tree underneath that skylight. Position the couch/bed/something comfortable enough for two people to fit on in front of the real/fake eucalyptus tree beneath the skylight. If you don’t have a skylight, then I fully expect you or your partner to play Marco Polo to find out where you or your partner is and come down through the roof instead. I will judge you if you aren’t committed enough to cut through your roof for this.

From here, either you or your partner should dress up like Tom Cruise in MI, go outside of said love nest, hook the harness up, grab the rope, scale the building humming the MI theme (I find the experience is enriched if you blast the MI theme throughout the entire place, but I won’t judge you if you don’t do this), and prepare the glass cutter. The glass cutter’s sole purpose is to cut through either the skylight or the roof. I will judge you if you incorporate the glass cutter into your experience for any other purpose.

While this is happening, either you or your partner (whoever decides to fulfill the koala requirements; I’m a koala myself), should scale the real or fake eucalyptus tree wearing nothing but the fake koala ears. If you have the real koala ears, I don’t know what to tell you because if you wear those on your head, I will judge you.

Anyway, the koala should do one of these numbers on a branch that’s easily accessible from beneath the skylight/roof hole:

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Now here’s where it gets tricky. You or your partner (whoever is the Tom Cruise) needs to use the rope and the harness to swing down through the hole in your skylight/roof, and he/she/you needs to grab the koala, he/she/you, out of the tree on the way down. Are those pronouns confusing? I’m sorry. But if that’s the only confusing thing about this, you’re gonna have a great time. Promise. Pinky swearsies.

Anyway, so then the Tom Cruise will propel him/herself down, still holding the koala, onto the couch. From here — depending on you and your partner’s biological sexes — you will position yourselves sitting down as comfortably as you can.

As a girl, I find that the most comfortable sitting position for my sex is to cross my legs over one another.

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If you or your partner is a man, he might sit like this with more of a gap because that might be more comfortable of a biological sex sitting position:

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Or, you know, if you aren’t hindered by your sexes’ sitting positions, you can feel free to mix it up. This is about MY favorite biological sex position though, so I prefer the crossing.

From here, you’re gonna continue these comfy positions and watch a movie of your choosing. It’s almost Christmas, so I think Elf is a lovely choice.

So yeah! That’s my favorite position for my sex, and my favorite method of initiating it.

Lastly, EXERCISE SAFE SITTING, FOLKS. Keep that glass cutter out of there because one of you might sit on it, and ouch. Also, I will judge you.

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December192012

Anonymous said: So, I--a completely anonymous person--was wondering if you could go anywhere in the world that was not Europe/Canada/USA where would you go? Why?

Well, completely anonymous person, my first impulse would be to say New Zealand because that’s where the Lord of the Rings was filmed, and it looks gloriously beautiful. Plus, speaking of the Lord of the Rings, if I were in New Zealand, I’d be really tempted to dress up like a hobbit and mess with people (I’m sure I’m the very first person to think of that). Now, for your viewing pleasure, here’s one of my favorite photos on the internet.

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A little more personal though, at the same time, I want to visit Australia because I feel like it gets a bad rap, mostly because most people think it is monstrously deadly there.

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(Picture courtesy of cracked.com.)

This all began when I did a presentation in a geography class on Australia. I chose Australia because of said bad rap, thinking it would be fun to study a place where everything wants to kill you.

What I found out, however, was quite the opposite. Rather, the exoticism in Australia makes people want to tell everyone that everything is deadly, when in reality, the animals ARE deadly, but not THAT deadly. I mean, they’d be hella deadly if you tried to share a house with all of them or something like some weird sitcom, but if you’re not planning on shacking up with a saltwater croc, a great white shark, a funnel web spider, and a blue ringed octopus, and you exercise Australian safety, you’ll be fine.

Bearing that in mind, during my presentation, I spoke in a cathartic manner about the non-deadliness of most of the animals there, until I was rudely cut off by my professor right when I was about to drive my point home because I “had gone on too long.” I’m not bitter. Promise. But she’s probably an Australian Deadliness Prejudiced person. Just saying.

But really, though. Why should we allow the dangerousness of animals to keep us from experiencing such an awesome place? Especially when the animals aren’t that dangerous?

Look at these baby platypi.

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WHY SHOULD WE NOT APPRECIATE AUSTRALIA SIMPLY BECAUSE ONE OF THEM OR BOTH OF THEM COULD RELEASE A DANGEROUS TOXIN?

End Australian Deadliness Prejudice 2012.

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