I’ve never been one for cosplay – let’s face it, there’s a reason video game characters don’t look like me – but that doesn’t mean I will do everything in my power to acknowledge my hardcore inner nerd at every opportunity. When you go to something like Comic-Con or PAX, I’ve always found it helpful to spell out your nerd flavour. I don’t want to be cornered and made to talk about WoW, but I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to conversations with nerds of a similar nature – so I try to make it clear just what kind of nerd I am. Last year I had an assortment of nods to my favourite video games on me, which was pretty nerdy but not nerdy enough. This year, I’m making it obvious:

i have a delicious nerd flavour

Bring it, bitches.

Some of these you’ve seen before, but as you can see I’ve found new and exciting sources for nerdy merit badge goodness and I aim to HAVE THEM ALL.

The outermost badges are from Fan Boy Scouts (top to bottom, left to right):

• Kessel Run: Awarded for the completion of the legendary run within a distance of less than 12 parsecs. A full cargo load of spice or similar material must be maintained for the entirety of the route.
• Tie Fighter: Awarded for the successful and certified completion of the minimum 300 hours in a T1200 flight simulator or 45 hours live fight time in any Tie class fighter.
• Away Team: Awarded for the successful completion and safe return of a landing party mission either to a planet’s surface or another starship for exploration, rescue, resource-finding or diplomatic reasons.
• Kobyashi Maru: Awarded for displaying bravery, composure, original thinking and extraordinary leadership qualities in the face of a no-win situation.
• Browncoat: Awarded for service to the Independent Faction and its armed opposition of the Anglo-Sino Alliance during the Unification War of 2506 to 2511.
• Mount Doom: Awarded for the safe climb and descent of the infamous Mount Doom, located in the heard of the black land of Mordor.
• Broom Jockey: Awarded for the proper demonstration of how to approach, mount, ride and store any Class 3 or higher Magical Broomstick.
• Speedster: Awarded for the display of any of the following speed-related attributes: Super Speed, Speed Control, Kinetic Energy Manipulation, Infinite Mass Punch, Time Travel or Hyper-Vibration.
• Danger Room: Awarded for the successful completion of advanced battle simulation training course held annually at the Westchester School for Gifted Youngsters.
• Super Soldier: Awarded for augmented service through the use of eugenics, genetic engineering, cybernetic implants, extreme training or any other scientific, magical or paranormal means. Bonus point if you survive being frozen in ice for more than one decade.

The bottom five badges are Brooklyn Badges from Etsy:

• Tent Sex
• Attacked by a Squirrel
• Bacon Appreciation
• Drunk Texting
• Drinking Alone

And just in case you’ve forgotten how awesome the Nerd Merit Badges are (inner rows, top to bottom left to right):

• Homonyms
• Full Stack
• Shipped
• Been Boinged
• Foursquare: Local
• Foursquare: Crunked
• Super Special Elite Nerd
• Troop 202 “Skull Scouts” Badge
• Tikaro Gearxel
• Brownie “Sprite” Badge
• Family Tech Support
• Inbox Zero
• Open Source
• Foursquare: Superstar
• Foursquare: Super Mayor
• Foursquare: Jetsetter

I have two more badges on the way from Etsy: Black Mesa and Aperture Science. Plus, not all of my badges are on the bag – they don’t all fit. I still need to find a place for three more Foursquare badges (Gym Rat, Socialite, Douchebag), my “I Love Oregon” badge, and my Commando Nerd Patch.

Phew!

I am QUEEN NERD! If you’re going to PAX next week, find me and say hello!

Man, I love me some merit badges.

i am very pleased with my bag.

You’re gonna love my nuts.

After Josh had his accident, our entire motley crew realized that things like that can (and statistically will) happen to anyone, no matter how good a rider you are. Even more sobering was the knowledge that had Josh not been wearing his gear, his injuries could have been a LOT worse – and in fact, the only reason he was hurt at all was because he wasn’t wearing all his gear as usual. It made us all hyper aware of the importance of owning good gear and actually WEARING it; something I am horribly guilty of not going. Since then, we’ve all been on a mission to get our asses as safe as possible, regardless of what we ride. It’s something we should have all done years ago, but it was just so easy to think that we’d never get hurt so why bother gearing up – I’m only going down the street/to work/for a quick ride; what could possibly happen? Heh.

Between the six of us, we’ve purchased 3 new armoured jackets (likely soon to be 5), two pairs of armoured pants, four new helmets, and a new motorcycle. Our group motto should likely be “Safety Eventually!”, but at least we’re now protected. I got my new jacket yesterday afternoon, and it’s impossibly awesome – my biggest complaint about armour has always been the incredible discomfort and the fact that women’s armour is not built for us zaftig dames. The two jackets I owned were basically men’s gear in girlie colours, sized up for fatties. Our bodies don’t work that way, and most manufacturers don’t care enough to figure out what we need because lol fatties put down the fork am I right (hint: no). Until now!

Enter Arlene Battishill, founder of GoGo Gear – protective riding clothes made for women who don’t want to have to choose between safety and not looking like crap. I first heard about her line a couple years ago, and was eagerly awaiting the day when I could try her stuff out for realz – while it’s not available locally yet (get on it, Vancouver), the website now has a store for internet buying times. After Josh’s accident, I realized I needed to get some protection that I would actually WEAR, unlike the two armoured jackets sitting in my closet collecting cat hair and dirty looks – so I opted to order myself up a little something something. It arrived ridiculously quickly, and holy crap it is FULL OF AWESOME.

I ended up with the black trench coat (my first option, the Military Jacket, isn’t in stock in my size), and it’s a perfect fit. It looks great, is shiny and reflective in all the right places, is LONG enough so I don’t feel like a goddamn sausage, and will be completely perfect to wear in Vancouver during the fall and winter riding season. Seriously, I’m totally thrilled with this coat – Arlene managed to do exactly as promised, and delivers a fantastic armoured jacket made to fit real women and just happens to be a joy to wear (while riding – I’m quickly learning that I need to disrobe when done, or I will MELT INTO SWEAT because it’s still summer).

The armoured trench will serve me well in the upcoming months, but I plan on getting the lighter Cafe Jacket for spring and summer riding. It’s an investment in my own ass – I’ve been riding for years without gear because it’s uncomfortable/too hot/I’m in a hurry/I don’t wanna, but it’s time to wake up and smell the fact that I can’t control what other drivers do so maybe I should protect myself any way possible. I can be smart (eventually) when I have to, and besides – what would the internet do without me?

The good news: I am really, really good at breaking things.

The bad news: I utterly destroyed the tooth, and it can’t be fixed. I need an extraction, and to choose between the following: getting (a) dentures, or having a titanium screw inserted into my head and a fake toothy implant installed.

HOORAY!

It’s like choosing between a nightly kick in the junk or being shot in the knee. Dentures are expensive and annoying – I’d have to take it out each night and soak it in old-people solution like both my parents did for years and years. Since the destroyed tooth is in the worst possible spot, I’d basically be fisting myself in the mouth twice a day to shove a piece of plastic and metal up in my gums so I can chew hard things on my left side. That sounds horrible, not to mention depressing as hell – dentures are for OLD PEOPLE.

So, what about the implant? It’d be a long term solution, and since it’s an implant I would be part cyborg. It would also be a long and arduous procedure, because I’d need an extraction, then the installation of the screw and a firmware upgrade, then six months later (after everything heals) they’d make me a bionic tooth out of science and technology and an amalgamation of 200 notorious criminal personalities and I would totally be a cyborg that hopefully doesn’t look like Russell Crowe. Sounds great, right? Who *wouldn’t* want to not be Russell Crowe?

It gets better: Substitute Dentist Man said it’s very likely that implants are NOT covered by my benefits, and oh by the way the whole thing would cost around $3500. Hahah!

There’s no guarantee that the denture solution, clocking in around $1200, would be covered either. Whee!

And I need to make my decision SOON, before things get any worse. Yay!

The one small bit of good news in all of this (other than I am awesome at breaking stuff) is that my dental benefits jumped from $500 to $2000 – turns out someone forgot to bump me from “new employee” to “regular employee” status at work. Assuming Ed’s HR people stop fucking with his spousal coverage, I should be able to merge our two plans to form MEGA COVERAGE and stop paying out of pocket for my appointments (and get most of the $550 I paid last week when I supposedly maxed out my coverage back).

This all really sucks, though. I don’t recommend breaking a tooth in such a spectacular fashion, because it will be a giant pain in the ass to deal with and it will hurt both the mouth and the pocket book. I don’t WANT oral surgery. I don’t want surgery of any kind! I am Not Good with anesthesia OR pain! Boooooo. Poor me.

I got to keep my gross horrible tooth, though. It’s so gross!

Ed is suggesting that I get the extraction and leave it at that, making me a toothless hobo forever. I don’t much like that plan – I enjoy chewing – but I am at a loss as to what the fuck to do.

People today are inordinately concerned with my ability to transport myself and my various things to and fro on Lola. You can tell that these people a) do not ride things with two wheels and b) do not have any sort of imagination, because it’s incredibly easy to carry a wide variety of things on a scooter. Both windows in the drive thru this morning expressed outlandish, repeated concern about how I was going to carry my muffin and drink – it’s not hard, people. I do it several times a week. See, there’s this thing – I call it a “bag” – and a hook, and I have this all planned out, and just give me my damn Diet Coke already.

All it takes is a little imagination and some basic Tetris skills and you can carry pretty much anything: a huge lamp, untold amounts of groceries, flattened moving boxes (I don’t really recommend this one, but it’s doable), a garbage bag filled with cilantro and Swiss chard, an entire set of golf clubs like the guy on the BWS this morning. Carrying a drink is not a challenge. Carrying three 2L bottles and two 12-packs of Diet Coke? THAT is a challenge (one that I passed, thank you very much).

I think I like it better when the drive thru ladies scold me for not coming by often enough, because at least they’re happy to see me and not FULL OF DOUBT about my awesomeness.

I have a dentist appointment at noon today to deal with my tooth, and I can’t wait. I would have made the appointment sooner, but I actually lost the tooth a second time and had to turn my house upside down to find it (it was in a pocket). I emailed the dentist office and asked them what I should do about the gaping hole in my gums, to which they responded “um, you should probably come in” with the implication that I was dumb for emailing instead of calling (I hate the phone, ok). I didn’t really care too much about the missing tooth (except for my initial terror that I was 23 short steps away from being a scary toothless old woman offering gummers for $5) as it didn’t hurt – but it’s really starting to bug me now because I can’t stop poking at it with my tongue. I can feel the posty things up there, and they’re sharp and sticking out of weird places. I don’t know what the dentist is planning on doing, but I don’t think I’m going to like the outcome – for starters, I don’t know that I want the tooth to be put back. It’s kind of extremely disgusting, and it might wig me out to know that it’s in my mouth. Seriously, it’s gross. I’d show you, but it’s horrible and embarrassing. I would rather believe that everything inside of me is awesome, even the things I can’t see.

Ohh, I need a haircut.

Here is my cat cuddling with a spoon.

cheddar wishes she could quit spoon

I loved Optimus Prime BEFORE he started trending on Twitter.

see?

I know, I know – it’s never lupus .. EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT IS.

There’s a series of commercials running on TV in which an assortment of women talk about their completely unrelated and seemingly benign symptoms, all ending up in a doctor’s office asking “could I have lupus?”. I think pop culture has really done a number on lupus; so much so that they’re running a campaign to remind people that YES GODDAMNIT IT COULD TOTALLY BE LUPUS. So, naturally, now I think I have lupus. Lupus could totally be responsible for the gaping hole in my mouth (I miss my tooth) and my weird observatory back pain, right? Noooo! Lupus!

In other news, there isn’t any. Nothing is going on. I need some Fun Times, and I need them soon or I just don’t know what will happen. It won’t be pretty, I know that much. I am .. frustrated. In several ways. Luckily, I got a dinosaur in the mail so everything should eventually be okay.

what does it mean

(get it?)

The PNE had free gate admission today between 9am and noon, so Ed and hauled ourselves out of bed somewhat earlier than usual to take part. I’ve been wanting to go to the PNE but understandably reluctant to spring the $40 for gate admission, so waking up at a normal hour to save money seemed like an excellent idea. September is going to be expensive, so I must pinch pennies where I can.

The PNE was incredibly crowded, but kind of fun. We walked almost everywhere, bought the mandatory exhibition fudge and corn dogs, argued about hardwood flooring, and discussed my extreme unyielding love for this table. We watched some sort of redneck sport involving pickup trucks and forklifts, then made our way back through the rides where I begged Ed to win me a tiny guitar by playing a $5 game of water-shooty-thing. And he did! Now I have a tiny bright orange guitar (or as I prefer to call it, a 6-string ukulele) that I will learn how to play all over again! It’s a little known fact that I used to be in a ukulele band – a story for another time – but now I totally want to get back into it. Hooray! No one has ever won me anything at a carnival before – I feel so .. ridiculous, but it’s okay! I have an orange ukulele!

everything is better on a stick

keep on rocking in the free world

To say that I have no artistic ability is something of a vast understatement – I can’t draw to save my life. I’ve never been able to, as much as I wish otherwise. The ability to draw would be awesome. Sure, I can do simple crafty things and write my name in really big letters, but that’s about it. The fine world of “art” escapes me entirely, but not for lack of trying.

A couple weeks ago, I found myself in an XS Cargo; a giant junky warehouse filled with cheap .. excess cargo, I guess. One of the things I found was Art To Be – an art set containing a pre-drawn canvas, brushes, an easel, and paint. It was everything I needed to make an art of my very own! And for only $5!

I was bored tonight, so I set up my art station. I built the easel:

note the smaller easel in the background: i needed something to reference; that's how bad i am at art

Then I laid out my brushes and paints:

only one green makes for sad.

The only thing left to do was to prop up my canvas and let the arting begin!

so arty!

They helpfully included a sample of what the art is supposed to look like for reference:

so much beige

Well, that doesn’t look so hard – let’s start painting!

i expect my gallery showing to open any day now

So that’s what this art stuff is all about! I totally have this down – who wants to buy a Kimli original? I’ll cut off my ear and everything!

Scott Pilgrim made my tooth fall out.

I went to go see the movie again with a bunch of people who hadn’t seen it before. It was just as awesome as the first time – perhaps a little more so, because I lost a tooth during the movie and I’m pretty sure that didn’t happen last time.

Renee and I had gone to Save On Foods before the show to get snacks, and I bought some wine gums. I chewed on one, and felt something hard in my mouth – ’twas my rear upper left tooth; the one with the fancy gold crown. It doesn’t hurt, thanks to the root canal I had done on it way in the ago – but now I’m kind of freaking out. Teeth don’t just fall out for no reason. I feel like a toothless old woman with bad oral hygiene. I’m afraid of how much this is going to a) cost and b) hurt to fix – I already postponed my next dental appointment because I’ve used up my dental benefits for the year and don’t want to pay $650 out of pocket on top of the $565 I had to pay on Monday. This is FULL OF SUCKS.

The movie is still awesome, though. Go see it. It amuses me that I went from seeing no movies since Star Trek last May to seeing three in one week. I’m on a roll! A big toothless roll!

I have a very, very bad headache.

Here, meet my new boyfriend:

I’d be in love if my head didn’t hurt so bad.