The new year has hit and I can’t help but wonder… if it’s 2015… does that mean I have to get in the fucking robot now? Y’know, eternally being an emotionally challenged 14 year old and all? Or does it only count if you were actually born in 2001?
Is everybody sick of Evangelion references yet? Should I start on Back to the Future instead?
… No?
Okay.
Let’s talk costumes, let’s discuss how my Hermann Gottlieb of Pacific Rim has been undergoing some degree of alteration since his last outing, in the form of an updated ID badge (which has already been discussed in some depth), new shirt, and even new glasses.
So… Guess who’s been reworking those Pacific Rim ID badges?
Because some nerd on Tumblr realised that the pilot badges in the art book aren’t actually screen accurate, and some other nerd found screen-caps of Burn Gorman and Charlie Day which look super dang close to the photos on Hermann and Newt’s badges respectively (and may well be the actual images used)?
Hint: It’s me. I am.
This passed weekend the Supanova pop-culture exhibition was on in Melbourne, so, armed with two of the radest cosplay bros anybody could ask for, we threw on some Pacific Rim costumes and chilled out there for a couple of hours on Saturday.
Kero as Tendo Choi, MaEmon as Newton ‘Newt’ Geiszler, and myself as Hermann Gottlieb.
More time and effort went into producing this than any reasonable person should readily admit.
Right, well, now that’s out of the way…
Last weekend I attended what I keep on referring to as “white lights festival” or some variation thereof, but I think was actually called simply “White Night”.
Recently I have been vaguely attempting to actually work on personal cosplay projects again (after realising that we’re nearly a quarter into 2014 already and all I’ve really done between paid jobs is wallow in self-pity).
Life is hard.
To be honest I’m not really cut out for this whole “being an adult” thing.
True story: I’ve gotten up every day with the intention of cutting my fingernails for the past month-and-a-half. They’re impractically long, chipped, cracked, dented, and any day now one is going to break right back at the skin line and it’s going to hurt like a fuck.
But I just can’t bring myself to care.
What up, losers? Insulting people is an appropriate way to begin a blog entry, yes?
Well, even in the event that it isn’t, I’ve made my choices and am committed to them, for better or for worse. Mostly worse.
Speaking of poor life choices that I’m committed to, Separation Anxiety, is still a thing that is somehow managing to still be happening! The prologue reached its conclusion some weeks ago and first chapter has since commenced.
Updates are still on Thursdays.
But that isn’t really why I’m here today.