This is more funny if I don't fully explain it.

Jessica sent me an email with the subject line "My lil Caitlin" (at least she didn't put KiKi).

The included picture was this:

I don't know where she found it, nor do I want to.

My response: Thanks...so much.

Jessica: You don't want to be my Jimmy Olsen. :(

Me: He always DIES.  But sure, I'll be Jimmy Olsen.

Jessica: Good.

Me: I mean, seriously.  It always comes down to him and Lois Lane, and he's always the one that DIES.

Jessica: That's just because Lois puts out.

Me: Maybe if Jimmy just grabbed his ankles every once in a while, we'd all be better off.

 

My office is awesome.

So, as of this very moment, not only is the favicon for YRMC.com working (look at the little picture to the left of the URL, even if it is very small) BUT we can also now be made into a web clip...which means you can have a bookmark that will take you to YRMC.com sitting on any home screen on your iPhone.  AND I DID IT ALL BY MY LONESOME, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.  So if you were to actually look at either of these images, this is what you would see:

  My sidekick, Little Bats.  He is suspicious, but he likes you.  I hope.  He is the Bat-Mite to my Bruce Wayne.  Well, maybe more like early Bat-Girl, before she got all damaged and had to live in a wheelchair and had all those issues with the first Robin because they couldn't get it on like they wanted to (especially because they both had so many daddy issues). But she was annoying, even then, and I'm not sure I want a bombshell redhead with a motorcycle showing me up on my own website. Particularly a fictional one.

So there you have it. The 15 minutes of work I've managed to get done on the site today. Even if Safari did keep spazzing and the Wysiwyg editor UI did keep crapping out on me. I GOT IT DONE. More later.

Todays You Ruined My Childhood (see what I did there?) didn't actually ruin my childhood.  The first time I saw erotica of James "Logan" (aka Wolverine) Howlett and Remy (aka Gambit [really did they have to spell his name Remy?]) LeBeau alternately ruined and rocked my childhood.  But this was just too much.  And I know other people have posted this, but I wanted to share:

Image via Gizmodo's Wrongmodo

Seriously.  This actually exists.  And it is awesome for existing.  Though I think it makes a better bachelor/bachelorette party gag gift than children's toys.  Imagine the geeky fun that could ensue.

I have reached a conclusion...or rather, a conclusion has reached out and socked me viciously in the face. I am aware, and have been for some time, that I am a geek. Or a nerd, a dork, whatever you want to call it. I play video games, I like some (SOME) anime, I help my friends write fanfiction, I have played board games about Star Wars and Lord of the Rings sober, and I love comic books. LOVE comic books. I came to it late, but I love them.

And I have a problem with self-professed "dorks", the people who are supposed to be my fellows, who don't. I don't like it when people say they hated Watchmen, or that Hugh Jackman giving respect to the man that basically gave him a career is gay, or saying that people who get excited about all of the massively cool and startlingly concerning things that are happening in and adjacent to the industry are silly/stupid. It bothers me. We as a collective little culture get enough flack from the people on the outside, that we don't need to have "insiders" ragging on us.

I want to be able to dork out, and talk about how much I would HATE Keanu Reeves as Spike in the a live-action BeBop movie. Or argue about the various skills and value of Green Lantern versus Green Arrow (Arrow wins hands down). I want to get into proverbial pissing contests with random guys in shops about if Batman would beat Superman in various circumstances of battles, and get MORE respect, not less.

I suppose, on some level, it gets all back to the whole "I'm a girl in a boy's game" issue that I've talked about before, to the point where I'm rather sick of it. But it NEVER ENDS. And while that is no single person's fault, not by any stretch of the imagination, it's still frustrating. And I'm not sure how to fix it. As a business woman, you can dress smart and walk in with your briefcase and you totally can (in most places at least) earn the respect of the people around you, even if it is still a man's world. And look at the success of mom-blogs, places like BlogHer...there are great places for women to support one another and figure out how to win in their own fields.

But not with the stuff that I like. Video games and comic books are still for boys, even in the minds of readers. Even with the proof that the demographics are not as skewed as one may think, girl gamers, girl techies, and girl comic book readers especially are anomalies worth mentioning. And if she's cute, or doesn't look like she lives in her mom's basement, good lord get out of the way. She will either be a GOD within moments, or she will be called a poser, and people will try to knock her down with esoteric questions that no one with a life could answer without the internet.

Listening to iFanboy's podcast, they commented on the fact that the Huntress miniseries is written by a women...and then went on to talk about how "overwritten" the book has been. Only Coner pointed out that this is an issue faced by almost every first-time comic author. It's frustrating. Even the fact that Wonder Woman's author is (for the first time, at least in an ongoing role) a woman made national mainstream media news.

Tonight I'll write about something that matters to people other than me, I think. Unless you all see a larger trend here? Am I just crazy for being irked, or have we not made as much progress as we were supposed to?

Also, Narutards piss me off.

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