This is the finished dragon mask that I made to wear at Oz Comic-Con :D
Quite happy with how it turned out, not bad for a first try. And now I have a few ideas for what I can do differently if I want to try again. Like having more foam padding under the eyes inside, because it was comfy to wear at first, but I noticed that it was starting to cut in under my eye after a while of wearing it. Aside from that it sit pretty well on.
Next job it to work out how to fit my old glasses lenses into it so I can actually see. I can see well enough without to not bump into things, and make sure I go home with the right group of people but it makes trying to actually look at something a bit of a pain.
There is a cloak thing and a tail that goes with it, but I gotta get some less blurry photos first. And I may already have plans to remake them somewhat, because for the cloak at least, it ended up being a lot more awkward to wear than I’d expected.
But now that all that’s done, at least until I start tweaking things for Armageddon in october (because it would seem I am incapable of letting things be) I actually have time to get back to work on everything that got put on hold.
Apologies for both the photo quality and the state of my kitchen -.-
Mask itself was cast with Smooth-On 300 resin, horns were foam/paper mache/paperclay/willpower. Everything painted with acrylics, and one disaster with spray paint that shall not be repeated or spoken of ever again.
the moment I fell in love with Twelve
From what I’ve gathered, Peter Capaldi is a huge fan of Doctor Who that pretended to be a huge Moffat stan until he’d signed an airtight contract, at which point he revealed he hates the direction Moffat was taking the show he loves, plans to systematically undo it to the best of his ability, has been openly mocking and refusing the participate in parts of the script he doesn’t think are true to the character, and insisting that they “won’t chase him off this show,” which is basically saying “this town ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
I think the new season of Doctor Who is going to be glorious.
I kind of want a show that is just Capaldi on the set of Doctor Who mocking the script and butting heads with Moffat.
the enemy of my enemy is my doctor
Oh my god, I think I may start watching this again.
Oh Peter Capaldi, you fucking asshole, I love it.
Notice only 20 shades of gray
Oh my god
“Chris Evans has been known to grab people’s left boob, so my question for both of you is have you ever had your left boob grabbed by Chris Evans?” (x)
just press play
Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, "Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"
I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.
I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”
Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.
Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.
It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.
It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.
Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:
Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.
Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.
Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.
Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”
TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:
- You do not respect their rights as an individual.
- You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
- You probably haven’t been listening to them.
Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.
I can’t help but think of the relationships I’ve had where my significant other was reading my emails without my permission. It’s not just violating the trust between a child and parent, but communicating that that’s an ok thing to do.
the lunge master strikes again