Who doesn’t window shop on the internet? Isn’t that kind of what it’s for? We all make wishlists on our favorite sites and count the dollar bills in our bank accounts until we can click the checkout button.
My newest obsession is classy geek fashion. I’m talking classic silhouettes with a funky, geek twist. Most of the time I just wear jeans and tee’s to work, but there are days that I want to feel dressed up and still celebrate my favorite fandoms. Here are the items in my wishlist.
This chiffon top from We Love Fine looks breezy and would be cute with a black cami underneath. From a distance it looks classy, but upon closer inspection it has the D&D dragon logo and D20s with dagger and staffs. $35
When isn’t a dress classy? Each dress boasts a scene from the sci-fi world of Star Wars, the pastel dream of Cloud City and the ice blue Hoth. Sure, it’s a little more obvious, but I feel like the silhouette makes up for it. $90
This pretty little beauty is sitting in my Hot Topic wishlist, waiting for my next paycheck to drop. It has the pretty pattern that you would associate with blue and white china, but upon closer inspection you find the Doctor’s favorite thing in the world, the Tardis. $34.90
Sometimes being late to the party isn’t a bad thing at all. In the case of TV shows, when you’re late to the party there are inevitably at least a few seasons waiting for you to binge watch. Isn’t that one of the best feelings in the world?
It wasn’t until pretty recently that I realized that this is one of my favorite shows. It began with Torchwood on a tiny screen in my friend’s RV. I didn’t realize exactly where it came from, but I was addicted to Captain Jack Harkness. I mean, who isn’t?
It wasn’t until I moved to California to be with my husband that he introduced me to Doctor Who. While we’d been apart, someone else had hooked him. I simply picked up where he’d left off with the Tenth Doctor and continued to watch until I had to go back full circle to the Eighth Doctor.
Did you know that they released River Song, Rose Tyler, and Captain Jack Harkness Funkos at Hot Topic. I grabbed River right away because she’s my gurl. I’m still drooling over the other two.
Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood
I watched some anime while I was in my middle school/early high school years. It kind of tapered off until it held absolutely no interest for me anymore. Over ten years later, I’m reaching for Sailor Moon (and thinking of Card Captor Sakura) with nostalgic love.
Searching for something to watch together, hubs and I fell into Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. He’d watched it in his teen years and I agreed to give it a chance. Oh boy, was I ever sucked in. This anime is set in fictional european-esque world with magical alchemy, intrigue, action, and SO MANY FEELS. The show goes right for the heart strings at the very beginning.
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
This was kind of before my time. I think I may have been eight or nine when it first aired, but that’s kind of a good thing. It means that I have ALL of the seasons waiting for me. Sweet, strong Buffy caught between the life of a normal teen and a supernaturally strong chosen one hooked me.
I have to say that I’m probably only on season four right now. I’m rather impatiently waiting for Buffy and Spike’s relationship to happen. I’ve heard so many things about it and I can’t wait to feel all of Joss Whedon’s feels. That man writes incredible women.
This one I discovered all on my own. I was new to Monterey and had nothing to do with my life back then. I spent much of it perusing Netflix, searching for something to get me through the long days before hubs came home and I was no longer alone.
Sherlock ended up being that thing. The best part? There were already two seasons waiting for me. I was a bit spoiled for a Sherlock fan. The episodes were incredibly long, eating up much of my lonely days. Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman reminded me that deep down, I had a love for Sherlock Holmes stories that I’d never explored. This capricious, high functioning sociopath and his strong willed, loyal friend brought that into the 21st century in a way that seemed oh so right.
Again, this originally aired when I was kind of young. I vaguely remember commercials boasting the iconic spaceship, but I was ten. Firefly really came into my life during my friend’s visit to Monterey while Hubs was away. She could not believe that I hadn’t watched Firefly before, so she promptly poured us drinks and settled in for the greatest introductory lesson.
I’ll be honest. A lot of that first night was spent buzzed and chatting. But Firefly isn’t something you watch once and you’re done. There’s only one season, but those wonderful characters beg you to come back and re-experience their trials and joys, their humor and tears. Joss Whedon did it again.
I kind of believe that what makes it so great is the fact that there is only one season. It wasn’t drawn out for season after season, much like Charmed or Supernatural (not that I don’t love them). All of the glory that is a show’s first season was perfectly contained within itself with only a movie to tie up some loose ends and, of course, make us cry harder.
These are the five television shows that I arrived fashionably late to, but still adore above anything else. As a thanks for getting through all that, here’s my Funko Friday Tax!
Christmas came a little early for me when I found the receipt for the gift from my hubs on the kitchen floor. Of course I read it. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t for the four hundred dollar item we bought someone. I was going to keep quiet about it until he leaked gift info to his sister, who I’d thought would like the surprise Christmas day. I retaliated by telling him I’d found the receipt.
He was not happy. He was disappointed. He had bought those extra little gifts because I already knew my big gift, cover art for my novel. I left the original gifts wrapped under the tree while he went out and bought more so that I’d have at least one surprise under the tree on Christmas day. Isn’t he sweet?
(I did something similar before that. Seeing him kind of down, I gave him the gifts I planned on giving him for Christmas and went back online to find him something even better. Which I think I did pretty well.)
After a bit of goofing around under the tree last night I finally opened the spoiled present. Here’s what I got!
Rat Queens, Volume One: Ever since I saw Marisha Ray and Laura Bailey dress up as the Rat Queens for their Halloween Critical Role episode I’ve been thinking that I missed out on something. I looked it up at one of our local comic places, but put it back since I was looking low on funds. Little did I know that he turned around and grabbed it. I’m only a few pages in considering I opened the present just last night, but it’s already so much fun.
Funko Dalek: I never really planned on collecting Funkos, but it seems to be happening now. Hubs was super impressed with the amount of detail in this little guy.
Funko Cyberman: I’ve developed a huge Doctor Who obsession if you can’t tell. The lastest run in with the Cybermen has to be my favorite in all the series. It was just so wonderfully macabre and sorrowful. I think I might have a really bad nickname for this little guy, but spoilers.
If I’m going to keep collecting Funkos they need to catch up and make River Song, anything Ghibli, and all the Sailor Scouts. They don’t have Witcher Funkos either or else I’d make sure hubs had all of them.
The lack of sunlight these days is making me a little unmotivated. I can’t wait until Yule and the days start to get a little bit longer. That’s the real present.
Growing up I was a huge fantasy nerd. I found The Hobbit by chance on my school’s library shelves. The Legend of Zelda was in every Nintendo game system that my family owned. Patricia C. Wrede brought me into a fantastical world where dragons talked and rabbits became blue, flying donkeys. I never got tired of fantasy. Later in life I would upgrade to Urban and Contemporary Fantasy, but one thing always remained the same.
I wasn’t really a huge fan of Science Fiction.
Sure, I liked Star Wars. I grew up on it and was most likely named after the prodigal princess (yes, they call her Leah rather than Leia in a few scenes). But, I never sought out any thing that fell under the Science Fiction umbrella. Aliens scared the crap out of me and space just didn’t do it for me. I still haven’t watched any Star Trek other than the new movies. It just didn’t have the same appeal as misty mountains and enchanted forests.
Then I was introduced to Torchwood. I know. I know. I did this way out of order. But, what can I say? I was seduced by Captain Jack and there was no looking back. He could get a nun out of her habit. And Gwen? I couldn’t tell you why, but I loved her too. I watched until everyone else I loved died because that’s what Torchwood did best. I was probably halfway through the fourth season when I stopped watching.
Character deaths hurt, man.
Years later I married a man and moved to California to be with him. Only, he’d been living in the dorms with other nerds before I scooted across the country (because my nerd had gotten himself into tone of the nerdiest jobs in the military). It was just enough time for someone to hook him on a kind of new show. We exhausted our watchlist and he suggested this wild idea, Doctor Who.
I already knew that Torchwood was a spin off of Doctor Who, but my first experience with the show was the episode where the Doctor never showed up until the end. The one where some band of outsiders gathered to speculate about the Doctor. It was off putting and confusing. But, I loved him so I said sure. I’d never considered Time Travel when I thought of Science Fiction. We started with Ten and had to backtrack to Nine when we reached the current episodes. I laughed, I cried, I fell in love with characters against my better judgment because it is a show that will hit you where it hurts.
Now, I have a crush on Eleven and honestly enjoy Twelve’s hard exterior. I might be a bigger fan than my husband and like I said, aliens usually scare the crap out of me. These aliens, with their flimsy masks and kitchen utensil weapons, didn’t scare me. Heck, my patronus should really be a Dalek (or Donna, who is nearly as frightening).
It was my close girlfriend that introduced me to Firefly. A sci-fi western set in space with no aliens? Count me in. We got drunk and devoured nearly all Firefly had to offer in one night. Who can say no to Nathan Fillion or Alan Tudyk? I followed the ex-military smuggler captain and his band of misfits through space on adventure after adventure in a beat up Firefly ship named Serenity. The show never got the time to really develop River’s story, which I believe to be the plot that tied the series together, but they developed such deep character building during these often funny yet serious debacles. The movie they produced years later to reveal River’s story, Serenity, made me cry. I won’t even begin to tell you why.
I never realized how much I could truly enjoy the Science Fiction genre. Done right, the writers have captured stories that ring with such a resonance that I’m willing to throw myself into space and time to follow along. Now, as I create the protagonist for my Nanowrimo project, Melodyy, I’m seeing myself reflected in her and she’s a huge Science Fiction fan. Doctor Who is her all time favorite and every time I imagine her she’s wearing this galaxy print skater dress I saw on Pinterest. I can’t get her out of it. I have to coax her with Star Wars tees like I’m bargaining with a child. Will she like Star Trek? I’m not sure, but I do know she has a laser gun in her pocket and she’s not afraid to shoot first.
Hubby and I have relocated once more and settled into our new apartment. We traded our urban setting for a town small enough that relatives live across the street and our extra half bath for a third bedroom. In the time that I’ve been away from the keyboard, I’ve filled most of my hours with work and the few spare hours I had with new crafts. My husband filled that third bedroom with all of his electronics and created an absolute dungeon out of it.
But, we found a weekend and drove ourselves down to the Baltimore area once more to visit with friends. I had won a place in line to meet Diana Gabaldon, the author of Outlander, at the Maryland Renaissance Fair the day after my birthday. What a present, right?
We had three days filled with, honestly, the best time I’ve had in a long while. The seven hour trip on my birthday was topped off with burrito bowls and hours of catching up on Doctor Who because awesome friends love the same things you do.
The next day, I was too caught up with everything going on at the fair that I missed the beginning of the Diana Gabaldon reading. There wasn’t anywhere for someone as short as I am to see, let alone hear what was being read. And I was okay with that at first. I kept on perusing all the shops, intent on bringing something awesome home. I caught sight of a woman suspended in air by strips of fabric. I saw an elephant and stood feet away from a hooded falcon. My girlfriend wore her Jayne hat and was getting quotes thrown at her left and right while my husband was having fun sampling the wine.
Eventually, the line for the contest winners started to form, winding its way around the massive trees in the area. It worked its way up the hill and down the hill and back up the hill. In all of the confusion, I couldn’t get a grasp on what was going on and found myself towards the end. My friends and husband took turns standing and waiting with me because waiting in line can be lonely work for an introvert. It was the whole reason that we’d decided to drive down to Maryland at all. I was going to meet Diana Gabaldon!
But the line moved at a snails pace. All the while, my friends and husband were out and about enjoying themselves. I learned something. Life is too short to wait in lines, especially for someone that I’m not wholeheartedly in love with. Sure, I like and respect Diana Gabaldon for her work, but I don’t obsess over it. I don’t reread her books. I don’t even own all of them.
So, I jumped out of line.
There were better things to do that day. One of them being spending time with the people that I loved. Another was the pressure to find the perfect birthday present. My hubby hadn’t gotten me anything and the more inebriated he became, which wasn’t all that much this is just the kind of guy he is, the more money he stuffed into my hands.
I made my way from shop to shop, trying to find whatever called to me. We passed dresses and jewelry, wood mugs and leather boots, and nothing called to me. It wasn’t until we were about to leave for the day, the guys in the privvy, that I decided to peruse a ceramics shop.
And I needed it.
The big, blue mug screamed out to me. And if you’ve ever seen my cabinets, you’d know that I don’t need more mugs. It’s one thing I might never have to buy again; I have that many. But I didn’t have a Doctor Who mug. I didn’t have this big, blue beauty.
It and another item that called to me came home with me that day. I brought more than just some ceramics home with me, though. I brought home memories. It makes me wish I’d taken more pictures so that I could share it all with you.