fatrockstar: (band)
Okay, so it's not ready to buy -- YET. We're still putting the finishing touches on our 10-track album, due out sometime next month. But you can hear Woman Wonder over at SoundCloud.com, and if you want to help me out you can share the link/widget with your friends and spread the word. I personally think this song will edit into a great TV theme song (hint hint David E Kelley).

For comic book purists, I know my favorite heroine's origins have been rewritten a number of times. This song was inspired by WW's most common origins -- the ones I grew up with. Enjoy!

Woman Wonder by TroublefakersHQ
fatrockstar: (enVphone)
I have been busy with the new job and trying not to beat myself up over misunderstandings and other minor slip-ups. In the end, my mistakes don't kill anyone. For that I should be grateful.

Below is my three-week old niece asleep in her car seat. I can't help but wonder what her midichlorian count is...
use the force bb.jpg

fatrockstar: (enVphone)
It was a low-key night where I didn't do any clay work, sketch books came out, and there was some Mardi Gras maskmaking in the house. I wasted a chunk of time wrestling with iTunes (it won't let me add new music for some reason) but ended up making people come to my computer to listen to songs instead. Preview of WCBnext, anyone?

ECCC inspired me to buy some paint pens. I had no idea where to start and don't really own a pencil set anymore. I ended up skipping the pencil and going straight for the paint. Oh, if only the red pen had worked better... it turned out okay anyway.


fatrockstar: (happykid)
I can't believe we're going to have NINE songs on the new record! Right now I'm butting heads with Ron over the level of the vocals in comparison with the rest of the tracks. He puts them at a volume where it seems like the instrument tracks are an afterthought, which doesn't sit right with me. It sounds... off somehow. I understand that the band has my name on it, but the songs still need to have balance. If the vocals are too loud I can't market the song's mood to film and television as easily. We're working on it. The head-butting isn't that severe.

Other than that the tracks sound AWESOME! How awesome? So AWESOME I have to write AWESOME in ALL CAPS! I'm particularly proud of Woman Wonder and can't wait to upload it to share with the world. With people (and bands) abandoning MySpace at a record pace, I was at a loss for where I could share it easily. YouTube was in the plan, but now I think I might go with SoundCloud.

As for shows, it looks like we're confirmed for the Skylark Cafe in West Seattle on April 17, and we'll be playing The Comet with SeaStar on May 15. Once I know more about the rest of the lineup I will post Facebook events on my band page. Mark your calendars and come on out -- the more people we have coming to shows the more shows we can do, dig?

+ + + + + +

I wasn't going to, but I ended up at the 9th Annual Emerald City Comicon this weekend. It was twice the size of the convention I attended two years ago. I was a little amazed at how much it had grown. A friend of mine who comped my pass back in '09 had graduated from booking the venue to driving celebrities to and from the airport. I got to talk to him a little bit in hopes of having him listen to Woman Wonder and tell me what he thought of it. I'm still working on getting my thumb drive back from him. Oh well.

There were lots of cosplayers there, but the masquerade sucked hard. Two jerks got up on stage in street clothes and called themselves "Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne," and what passed for Steampunk was just a bunch of Victorian outfits in brown and brass. Maybe I needed to be closer to the stage. The kids' division stole the show, though. This is what happens when comic book geeks multiply.

While I was there I spent a lot of money. My first purchase was a Blue Lantern Power Ring from the Graphitti Designs booth. A whole spectrum of Lantern Corps is still a relatively new concept to me, but I like it a lot. My ring holds the power of hope and lights up like a BAMF, yo. I probably would have bought a t-shirt from them, too, had I not spent all my time gallivanting about the exhibition hall.

I ended up buying a lot of artwork. Cody Vrosh caught my eye with his technology and fantasy inspired illustrations on wood and watercolor paper. I ended up buying prints of "The Thieving of the Music Hat" and "If we're to escape with our lives, we must put our differences aside." His booth-mate was selling original screen printed shirts, so I picked up a Gasmask Squirrel scoop-neck top from her. She doesn't have any of the style I bought online, but the design (along with the rest of her work) can be found at her Etsy shop, Binary Winter.

Because I met her at the 2009 ECCC (and made paper stars with her at her booth), I tracked down Erika Moen to see what she was up to. Last we spoke she was writing and drawing DAR: A Super Girly Top Secret Comic Diary. She wrapped that up in 2010 and teamed up with a writer for her new comic, Bucko.

Sharing the booth with Erika was Dylan Meconis, author and illustrator of Family Man. As she handed me a bookmark with her main character's image on it she and her assistant gave me a brief description of the graphic novel on the table. I loved the drawings but was lost by the story, so I bought her prints of two main characters as Tarot cards. They're awesome! I just need to find frames for them...

Amy Mebberson had a booth in Artists Alley and was selling original drawings from her collection for $20 a pop. By the time I screwed up the courage to buy my favorite it was already gone, and a gal with a resume like hers doesn't do commissions cheap. I will have to be content with either attempting to draw something awesome myself or enjoying her Flickr stream.

Ken bought me an adorable 5x7 Wonder Woman print by Jennifer Cox. She's got an impressive selection of prints for sale at her Etsy shop that includes non-superhero fare as well. He bought for himself a 5x7 of Thor that the artist describes in detail on her blog.

I'm running out of steam here for complete descriptions, so I'll sum up with some links to ECCC vendors and exhibitors I thought were worth telling my friends about:

Wondermark Comics: I wanted very much to buy their Engineering t-shirt, but they had run out of my size. Darn.

Gin and Comics: The handout from this booth included strips that featured a Wonder Woman Snuggie. Heh.

Giddy Girlie: Peg People!

WereGeek: Lycanthropy meets nerdiness.

True Cat Toons: TRUE comics about real kittehs, written by their hoomans, drawn by Roberta Gregory. Find them on Facebook!

Rhapsodies: "Join us in a comic strip about life, love, accounting, progressive bookstores, and the divine power of jazz!" How could I not share that?

And last but not least, Monster Commute by Steam Crow. Originating from lovely Spokane, Washington, by music veterans from the era of Grunge.

This is where I am

Saturday, 5 March 2011 12:35
fatrockstar: (enVphone)
Emerald City Comicon

fatrockstar: (singer)
I'm sure most of you have heard by now that Wonder Woman is returning to the small screen. All the writers in the world could not come up with a decent enough script that gave her a story worth of the silver screen, and that sucks. The only good side of that sad truth is now we don't have to worry about a shitload of drooling basement-dwellers harping about Megan Fox playing the lead. You wanna see Megan Fox do something brilliant? Jennifer's Body. That's pretty much it. She's young, she'll grow as an actor. She is NOT Wonder Woman, though.

All right, enough of that. The point of this post is Wonder Woman on television.

So far the entire thing seems like a joke. David E Kelley, the mind behind Ally McBeal and Boston Legal, is penning the new show with a comedic bend I'm not that thrilled to read about. Full Disclosure: I couldn't get excited about Ally McBeal, mainly because I hated the main character and couldn't identify with her. What if he makes my favorite heroine into someone I hate? My childhood memories would become an embarrassment and I would be devastated. Overboard? Probably. I love WW that much.

Still, it's David E Kelley. He did L.A. Law. He created Doogie Howser, M.D.. I really want it to be likable, and I really want to like it. This brings me to what is really on my mind: The theme song. I want to be a part of this so bad I don't know what to do with myself.


Katy Perry?! Noooooooooo! I already have a perfectly good Wonder Woman theme song, and it's in production RIGHT NOW! I don't have to perform this song if there's a bigger name available to do it -- Katy herself can step right up, and so can P!nk, or even Lady Gaga (who would probably write a cool one herself, who knows) -- but I want MY song to be what people have in their heads after they watch the show. I want MY song to have parodies and YouTube videos with nerds in cosplay and fake blood. Me me me!

Thing is, I have no idea where I can post this song online so the song can get out there. If nobody ever sees me, my candy-red hair, or my fat ass, I'm totally fine. But the song is mine, I wrote and arranged it, and I want it to be considered no matter who ends up singing the final track. I also want to get paid for it. Where do I put it? I'm scrambling here and too worked up to give it decent thought.

If you came to our December 21 show with Blackheart Honeymoon and Pocket Panda you heard "Woman Wonder." If you came to Oddfellows Grill last month you heard an acoustic version of it. I have been harping on recording this song for weeks and we're finally in the studio cleaning up tracks.

I need to get the track and the word out, NOW. Help is appreciated, because I'm too excited to be decently productive about it.

Done and done

Tuesday, 15 February 2011 20:04
fatrockstar: (madmen)
I received papers in the mail a couple of weeks ago from the mediator of my divorce. They were signed by a judge but presented without context. I figured I would wait for an email or further paperwork but none came, so I emailed the woman.

I have been officially divorced since January 21, 2011. 12-21-2002 to 1-21-2011. A little over eight years, three of them without Garret anywhere but in pixels on my computer screen.

It's a relief and a little sad. I'm also a little pissed that it took as long as it did. Neither one of us knew what to expect from the process other than signing papers and a court date, and the mediator was incredibly unhelpful. Since we first met up with her back in '07 her practice has grown and her calendar is so packed she doesn't answer her email for days. I would not be surprised if the money we gave her financed that. Would it have killed her or her assistant to include a note with that paperwork saying "this paperwork indicates your divorce was final on 1/21. Thanks and have a nice day?" All this could have been avoided and several hundred dollars saved had we been given a little guidance. Since the first filing I can't tell you how many people I've heard say "our divorce was easy - we just filed X, paid our $250, and got it all done by fax. No lawyers or anything!" Well, good for you.

I have a small box of Garret's things at my house that I'm sure he'd want if he knew about them. He was always more sentimental than me about certain things. I miss my in-laws still and think about them now and then.

But yeah... it's done. I wish I'd known sooner so I could have a party or something.
fatrockstar: (Default)
...Because it's "out there."

For Marianne

Wednesday, 9 February 2011 18:34
fatrockstar: (enVphone)
Two pendants personalized for two special little girls, along with a few other designs from the same creative exercise.

fatrockstar: (dragon)
Some items have been renewed, and a couple of others are new listings. Behind the scenes I am experimenting with some new designs and wondering why I try so hard at jewelry -- I much prefer making little sculptures!

fatrockstar: (fambly)
My sister is in a strange land about to experience a wonderful thing. Up until a week or so ago I was ready to buy her entire registry to help her prepare for that, but now I am not.

Unlike my mother and her sister(s), Charlotte and I actually like each other. There is no resentment or hostility here, just a genuine want for her to be happy and healthy and in a good place. I am my sister's champion, even when she pisses me off like she did in 1983 when she destroyed my only copy of John Denver and The Muppets on cassette. Yes, she was barely two, but still... I love my sister and want the world for her.

If you have a few bucks to spare, please make a purchase from my sister's registry. Her friends have not bothered, and extended family cannot be relied on. Heck, a congratulations card would be appreciated. Registry info is on my FB wall -- for those outside my FB circle please email me.
fatrockstar: (hello)
Every time I think I'm calm enough to not be shaken by the thought, something comes up. Today it was going to the grocery store after work and thinking "we should get home to feed Grady or he'll be really pushy," only to remember that he's gone.

Then there was the "sanctuary box" I moved to the master bedroom a while back and forgot about. When he truly didn't want to be touched or was spooked he'd go there. It was an understanding we had -- if he's in that box, no touching of any kind. The box is huge and set on its side. One of the flaps inside has been pried away from the others so he could bat at a toy mouse.

I piled up a bunch of cardboard scratching palettes in the office tonight. It's funny how I remember buying every single one. "Oh, Grady has worn out his old one," was usually what I was thinking. At the same time I was doing that I found a couple of cat toys on the office doorknob.

Everyone tells me I was a good cat "mom." You did the best you could, they all say. I guess I did. It's all anyone can do for their animals, right? There's that strange bit of unfinished business he and I had, though. I keep wanting him to come back so he can get better and show him I can straighten myself out. I know he won't. I'm not delusional. I simply miss my little buddy.

I cannot promise bridges made of rainbows
Or tell you more of where your soul will be
All I have is gratitude love and many tears
and the prayers of St. Francis of Assisi

So far the hardest part of Grady's passing has been coming home. I keep expecting to hear his voice behind the front door telling me to «get inside already! I've been home all day and you are seven minutes late with the gushyfud, lady! Come in! Come in!» The silence weirds me out. A lot.
fatrockstar: (hello)
«What's the matter?»
I'm just sad.
«Sad? I don't understand.»
I'm sad because I miss you. It's not the same without you here.
«But I'm with you now. I always will be, just without tuna.»
Yeah, that... I can't do tuna anymore because it reminds me of you.
«Your loss.»
Don't be cruel.
«I still don't understand. I'm with you like I always have been. My body was a formality - you needed me to be tangible, so I was.»
«Do what you have to. Would it make you feel any better if I went away?»
No, don't. It will take a while for me to process this. I feel a little ridiculous for mourning at all. It was the right thing to do but I feel horrible anyway, like I failed you.
«I'm not complaining. The body failed me, not you. I can't leave anyway. Where would I go?»
You were so young... I never got a chance to--
«to what --give me tuna? ::purrs:: Truly the highlight of my decline...»
I miss you, Grady.
«I know.»
I can hardly function.
«That will pass. I'm always with you, always a part of you. Find a warm spot and take a nap. Enjoy new smells. Ask questions. Stay clean. Oh, and one more thing..»
What's that?
«Thanks for all the tuna. It was awesome.»

It's time.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011 11:31
fatrockstar: (hello)
Grady just let me know, in so many words, that he's ready. «I think I'm done here,» he mewed. «It's been a lot of fun. Thanks for the tuna. Can I get a shoulder ride?» Little buddy, if I thought you had the strength to stay up there, I'd build you a perch and wear it all the time.

I have some phone calls to make.
fatrockstar: (hello)
Yesterday Grady began to respond a little more to conversation than he had been earlier in the week. "Grady, are you hungry?" Ears perk up. «Yeah... I could eat. Is it tuna?» There were a few occasions where he actually cleaned his plate. The vomiting he had during Christmas weekend went away once I began pureeing his food. I am debating giving him back his kibble, knowing that he's been having issues with things not breaking down completely.

Today he jumped on my lap for the first time in several days. Later on, after he had wandered back to his spot beside the sofa, he came back and jumped up to sniff and visit. It's becoming apparent that his hind legs aren't keeping up. His jumps are incomplete, whether it's to the sofa or a countertop he's not supposed to be on. That he's trying gives me a little peace. That he decided he wanted to sit on my lap for a spell was reassuring.

He seems okay for now. I don't expect him to improve or recover from his illness. It is a little odd for me to have to check his butt every day since he stopped bathing himself, but he seems to be okay with it. It's a waiting game.
fatrockstar: (The Man in Black)
You are an idiot. Pull your head out of your ass and email your daughter. She is pregnant with your grandchild and wants to know that her daddy loves her and cares about her well-being. There are no "lessons" to be conveyed here. Nothing at all will be gained by sharing long-winded philosophical navel-gazing with her. She will simply think that you are a loony who cares only about himself.

Please, for all that is sacred, do the Christian thing and show your daughter some love and consideration. Our children inevitably disappoint us, but that does not make them unworthy of love and acceptance.

Oh, and Fuck You for being a pious asshole in the first place. "Intellectual Christian" my ass.

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Grady in Hospice

Wednesday, 29 December 2010 20:19
fatrockstar: (hello)
I originally posted this as a note on FB:

I posted a status last month that Grady's days were numbered. The vet confirmed this tonight, declaring Grady officially "in hospice" until the time comes when he either decides to go on his own or he is no longer comfortable. For now, he is comfortable and friendly if not terribly active. He spends most of his days on a heated throw on my sofa.

Everyone who has had a pet has had a Grady. That one special animal companion who knows you well, is there when you're sad but don't want to talk about it, and knows just what buttons on you to push to get a snack out of you. Grady saw me through the most stressful times in my life and was there to keep me company when I wasn't fit for the company of other people. That's a true friend.

If my Grady holds a special place in your heart, even if it's been a while, please come by New Year's weekend and visit. He's a good boy, yes he is, my itty bitty kitty wumpus boo-boo. Thank you for all your support and thoughts for my little buddy over the years. He is truly an amazing cat.

I don't know how long he really has. Could be a couple of weeks, could be a month. He's wrapping things up for now. The vet said that animals decide on their own when they're going to go. I heard the same from my mother many years ago. I got a lot of reassurances that I wasn't a bad pet owner, but I still feel like I failed my best friend on a deeper level. He was my familiar and deserved better. Maybe I'm reading too much into this, I don't know. It's just now hitting me.

For now I'm just going to go sit on the sofa with him. Now that his belly is drained he's curled up in a ball, full of tuna and sleeping.


Wednesday, 29 December 2010 13:18
fatrockstar: (hello)
Grady is going to Dr. K to be drained today. How he can be engorged with fluid and still be dehydrated to the point where he gorges himself on water is a mystery to me. Most of the major vomiting episodes over the last week have been due to him overdoing it with water. His last one was in a place that was much easier to clean up -- all water.

His appetite is improving. He has this odd tendency to only eat if one of us is nearby eating, and if he's feeling ornery he'll ignore the food we've put out for him and come begging. I hate that. This morning was the first morning in a long time he hopped up on the bed to beg for breakfast. Ken got up to feed him while I tried to wake up. When served, Grady just stared at the plate. "You gonna eat that?" Ken asked. «Yeah... I guess.» And then he ate. By the time I was ready for coffee it was gone, and that was good.

The Christmas tree came down yesterday along with all the other holiday decor. As I packed everything up I wondered how much of my ornaments and other stuff wound up with Garret. I'm missing a lot of garland and my childhood stocking. I'd be willing to trade him if he did. I'm pretty sure I have at least one major holiday decoration he wishes he hadn't left behind.

Working from home today, but not a lot is crossing my desk and my to-do list was pretty much covered by 9 this morning. I'm in "waiting for email" mode.
fatrockstar: (hello)
Grady didn't fare well during our trip across the state to visit my dad. It wasn't his caregivers' fault, Grady is simply a sick and stressed out little guy. His appetite had been waning in the days before we left, and I don't think he's settled into bed with me for a very long time. He pretty much sits on the heated throw on the sofa. Once in a while he'll reposition himself to sit next to me if I'm on the sofa with him. He doesn't purr as often as he used to.

He will eat and be okay for a while. After a few hours he will decide he's thirsty and then drink enough water to projectile vomit. That done, he will go eat and be fine again for a while. Tonight I came home to a new spray of barf that was bright green. I think I know what has been causing his recent troubles: The little fucker has been drinking out of the Christmas tree stand. Great.

The tree will come down tomorrow or the next day. Until then I have taken a long swag of aluminum foil and wrapped it around the base of the tree so he can't get to the reservoir there. This is distressing in so many ways -- first I couldn't have a fake tree because Grady would chew on the branches and barf up plastic, and now I can't have a real tree because it's just as poisonous (if not more). Nobody ever told me about this possibility. I thought I was blessed that he wasn't interested in knocking down ornaments.

This is all in addition to the liver failure he's been experiencing over the last few months. If he can't or won't eat his symptoms worsen because he isn't getting his medications. It's been a long time since I lost a pet. I am ready and I am not ready to let go. Figuring out when the right time should be is causing me a little distress. I don't want my little buddy to suffer. I just want him to be my little buddy, you know? He's so skinny now. He is, at least, still talkative.

Having him look up at me from the floor and meowing «Can I have something to eat? I'm not in the mood for what you gave me and my English isn't that good, but I *know* you have something in the Big Cold Box I like if you'd only let me IN there...» makes me think he still has some good time left. It's hard to say how much.

I cried at my desk when I read some of your entries about dear friends passing. Mr. Cat, Baba, Albert, Drake, and the kitty with the Egyptian name I can't remember right now -- they all got my tears, among others. I think about Eddie, too, because I know he's had a rough go of it this year. When it's Grady's time, I hope I have the strength to send him across the rainbow bridge.

He's a good little guy. You all know that already.