Thankful Thursday: LIZ!

Nothing can beat the Queen of the Trolls, an asian inspired steampunk assassin and a dragon dressed as Captain HammerA good friend of mine, Liz, writes a blog called A Bowl of Stew(art) and every week on Thursday she posts about someone she is thankful for.  I have even been featured there as someone she is thankful.  I always look forward to this post every week, it’s a fun way to see into her life and the different people she meets that make life fantastic.  As I like to focus on the AWESOME, I decided it was only fitting to steal this custom from her.  So of course my first official “Thankful Thursday” should feature Liz.

I first met Liz when I decided to start my first NaNoWriMo back in 2010 (was it only two years ago?  Feels like longer).  She was (and still is) the organizer of the Wolfeville Wrimos in Nova Scotia.  Thanks to that experience and the huge feeling of being welcome and invited into this group that Liz provided me with, a lot about my life changed.  I met many other great people through that group and got involved in a lot of activities and local events.  It actually made much sadder to leave Nova Scotia because I would be leaving Liz and all of those great people.

Liz runs more than just the NaNoWriMo group, she runs “Best Word” which is the local writing group that meets all year round.  There are two regular meetings a month, first is a writing challenge meeting where we write and work on a theme for the month.  The second is a share meeting where we share what we’ve written and compete for a prize (an old book that is dry and boring but we add to it with writing and doodles).

Liz is also a youth pastor so we have had many a discussion on theology and been able to talk about a lot of things that many people I know just won’t discuss.  She has an open mind and a loving heart that helps when discussing something as polarizing as religion.  I’ve visited her church a few times, got to hear her preach and went down with the kids and participated in the activities she plans for them.  When I see someone doing what I consider is their calling, it impresses me and makes me feel good.  I love watching Liz at work.

Of course she wins my heart when she loves my dragon as much as I doLiz is a lover of Dragons and of course loves Rory.  She wrote about Farwin, the dragon in her NaNoWriMo novel (and who I just love).  She squees over dragon items just as I do and has even made dragon inspired crafts (love the tiles she painted at ClayGround).

Liz loves board games, sadly I lived a touch too far to set up board game nights with her.  She is a knitter and makes cute little crafts and is often found with knitting needles in hand, and perhaps one behind her ear.  She loves local music and can be found supporting local artists.  She can also be found at the weekly Farmer’s Market buying local food.  She is a browncoat and an all around geek, I remember when she found out I had not only seen Firefly but also considered myself a browncoat she danced (she does that a lot) because she had someone to talk about her fandom with.

This past year, even though I had moved out of the province, I kept contact with my friends and planned to return for HalCon, we had a blast of course and you can see at the top of this post how Liz and I battled a Dalek.  Not even a Dalek can defeat the Queen of the Trolls!  (She was cosplaying as a character from Mark Oakley’s comic Thieves’ and Kings) We had so much fun we were talking about our costumes for the following year before the con was even over.

After HalCon I stayed over for a writing group meeting and then returned later in the month for a write all night event.  While I got less writing done thanks to the travel, returning for the event was well worth it because I got to see my friends again and I really didn’t want to leave.

INo one can eat a strawberry like Liz can... maybe Kaylee from firefly‘m thankful to Liz for sparking my writing, for making me feel at home in Nova Scotia, for being a great friend and a fantastic geek.  I’m thankful that even though I have left Nova Scotia I still have her in my life and always will.  She makes me smile and happy that there are people like her on this earth.  (Sorry if this sounds sappy to you, this is what Thankful Thursday is all about, me being sappy)

Nutty Bites 24: Nutty Debate – Fantasical Worlds Part II

The entire World of Warcraft fits within the blast range of one Raven Ship from EVE Online

This month I brought together Nobilis Reed (of Nobilis Erotica), Chris Morse (of Super Villain Corner), Michael Corley (of Vox in a Box) and Julien DeCorin (of Chemically Inspired) to discuss what Fantatical World we’d like to live in.

Places we’d like to live:

Places we’d never live in:

PROMOS:

 

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Nutty Bites 24: Nutty Debate – Fantasical Worlds Part I

“Wait a second?  Why is this episode number 24? It went from episode 12 to 24?  How did that happen?”

Let me explain, see for the first year of Nutty Bites I only gave episode numbers to the “monthly episodes” but I produced a lot more than that, so I went back and counted all of my monthly, fiction, bonus and debate episodes (anything that was a part II didn’t get counted) and came up with this number.  From here on out I will be counting the episodes in a more logical way.

Star Trek has the best fictional reality of all

This month I brought together Nobilis Reed (of Nobilis Erotica), Chris Morse (of Super Villain Corner), Michael Corley (of Vox in a Box) and Julien DeCorin (of Chemically Inspired) to discuss what Fantatical World we’d like to live in.

Places we’d want to live in:

PROMOS:

  • Lifestyle Jazz
  • 2 Scooners Podcast

 

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A Robot Love Story

Robot LoveLast year for Valentine’s Day I wrote a Zombie Love Story, this year thanks to the suggestion from Prof. Brainfever I’m going to tell a story about Robots, or at least one robot.

 

BEEP!

“Hi, Jane?  Yeah, this is Sal, I’m really sorry but I’m not going to be able to make it to dinner tonight, my boss sent me out of town at the last minute.  I’ll call you when I get back.”

BEEP!

It was a lie, he could tell by the way Sal’s voice fluctuated when he spoke.  He wondered if his Jane would notice?  Would it be better or worse for her heart to know now, today of all days, that her current boyfriend was lying to her?  Would it be better for her to find out in a few weeks when he didn’t call back?  Why did he have to pick today to do this?  It was Valentine’s day, a day humans devote to love and desire.  A day where over the three years when he was in service to his Jane he watched her come home twice in tears and once she ended the night in a sweaty heap with her current boyfriend only to cry later.

He wanted to be her date for the evening, to show her how she ought to be treated.  He would shower her with flowers, candies, kisses and embraces.  Alas that wasn’t possible, even if she could look at him as more than simply a machine.

The door opened and the sound of his Jane’s keys sliding across the table alerted him she was home from work.  She was already undressing in the kitchen obviously rushed to get ready for her now canceled date.  “Any messages?”  She asked him as she hopped about on one leg trying to pull her tights off.

He paused for a millisecond, “Sal was unavoidable called away on business, he had to cancel plans for the evening.”  While his circuits created a pleasing voice for her to hear a summery of Sal’s message he worked in the background to put an order into the local flower shop so flowers from Sal would arrive later in the evening to back up his apology for canceling.  He also cued up her favorite romantic comedy on the home theatre and started warming the oven to heat up some left overs.

“Can I hear the message?”  Jane asked with a frown as she stopped fighting her tights.  Her shoulders drooped as she leaned by his main unit, looking at him with sad eyes.  He’d rather she not hear his lying voice, rather she not hear the tell tale “I’ll call you,” but what could he do?  Withhold her message?

He played the message with a lot of static so she could barely hear him and cut it off before the “I’ll call you,” line.

“Oh,”  She moved the couch and slumped down.  “I guess that’s it for tonight then.”

He started playing the movie and she seemed to be mindlessly distracted for the moment. He wished he could hug her, but he had no arms.  He wished he could kiss her, but he had no lips.  He had speakers and a central processing unit that ran the household.  She couldn’t snuggle up to him, she couldn’t love him, to her, he was just a machine.  To him, she was everything.