Diminutive Friend is my best friend, and will likely always be my best friend. She’s just the best. In case anyone needed proof, here it is:
I just discovered this Star Trek: The Next Generation gag reel from season 2 (I think). As if I needed another reason to love Star Trek. I’ve watched it twice tonight. SO GOOD.
I realized I’ve been referencing a lot of online comics to friends recently, and it’s super awkward. “In this one online comic I read, there’s a character who’s a troll with really terrible gas, and he’s hilarious, but anyway…” Not what I could call a quality, two-sided conversation.
Flow chart to the rescue! This is the last week of my first semester in my online Master’s degree program. I made this during class. In fact, class is still going on as I type this. I still have a 10-page paper to do for this class, so I don’t feel too bad about making time to do something fun.
Gargoyles is one of the cartoons that defined the kind of person I wanted to grow up to be. One of the main characters, Detective Maza, was a beautiful, straightforward cop who kicked all kinds of ass and didn’t take shit from anyone. She’s a gun-toting, badge-wearing, ass-kicking justice machine who had gargoyles for friends. Naturally, she was my idol. Plus I wanted to be a gargoyle. So epic. The series was full of strong female characters. Even the evil ones like Demona were admirable.
Gargoyles was such a great series. It was beautifully illustrated, flooded with mythology and voiced by half of the Star Trek TNG cast. There’s nothing to dislike about this series other than the fact that it only ran for three seasons, and Disney has given up on releasing it on DVD in full due to poor first season sales. Goddammit. I’m reduced to watching it online.
I used to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation with my dad all the time growing up, especially if mom was out of town on business. He would make chicken adobo (his ‘signature dish’), and we would sit down on the floor of the TV room and watch TNG until homework or bedtime. It was the best.
Last month, I discovered a Twitter feed called TNG_S8 that tweets the plot summaries of the fictitiously “unaired” season 8 episodes of TNG. HILARIOUS.
This show is so awesome. They worked so hard to stay close to scientific fact, even when discussing stuff like black holes and warp speeds. It’s pretty impressive. I just love it. I can’t believe a show about space exploration and scientific discovery lasted a whole seven seasons in prime time. It warms the cockles of my heart.
I spent a good chunk of the winter break while I was sick lying on the couch watching the entire series on Netflix; time well spent.
I’m starting to get the feeling that when people talk about putting their lives “in perspective,” we all mean something different. I tend to try to figure out how my childhood self would feel about my current life. I think she would be pretty pleased.
Stuff that would impress younger me:
-I teach martial arts for a living.
-I work in an office, and have my own desk.
-I dress like an adult (and occasionally quite stylishly).
-I have a handsome boyfriend who treats me like a princess.
-I have a variety of friendships.
-I live with cool roommates.
-I give good advice.
-I am loyal.
-I still dress up for Halloween.
I was struck recently while spending time with a friend at her job that my younger self would think I am just super cool for doing that. Little Iron Friend works at a rock climbing gym, and part of her job is to set up climbing paths on the walls. I went over to keep her company, pick out bolts that fit each piece, and climb the paths to make sure they made sense while listening to an N’Sync inspired Pandora station (every time the next song came on, one or both of us would go “Oh my god, this song! Hahaha!”). I left the gym around 1am, feeling like the kind of adult my childhood self would look up to with big, shining eyes and think, “Wow. She’s so cool. I wanna grow up to be like that.”
While we were hanging out at the gym, Little Iron Friend randomly asked me, “How does someone who tends to get into abusive relationships break that cycle?” It’s something I’ve given a good amount of thought to, so I said something like, “People tend to seek out what’s familiar, even if it hurts them. People find comfort in the predictable, even if what they can accurately predict is abuse. Breaking that pattern takes determination, focus, confidence, and a lot of support from people you trust to have your best interests at heart, even when you don’t.” I suggested a safeword between friends to let the other know that a significant other/boss, etc. has crossed the line into abusive territory. Little Iron Friend said, “I’d be comfortable having a safeword with you.” I said, “That sounds a little sexy, but I’m honored. Likewise.” She doesn’t seem particularly happy at either job, so she said that in a year, if she’s still complaining about her jobs, that I should use our safeword: Kung Fu Ninja.
Kate Beaton did a whole bunch of comics about encountering her younger self and the opinion said self would have of her as an adult. I could take my younger self to the dojo, to rock climbing, to the beach, I could show her the cape I’m making myself, watch Home Movies and Star Trek: The Next Generation with her, eat Japanese food and coffee ice cream, hang out on the balcony of my apartment, play board games… Yeah. I think she would be pretty pleased with the way she’s turned out so far.