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Set Pixels to “Cowardly Monkey”

24 Feb

I’ve been in a comic drought for longer than I’d like to admit. It’s my own fault, not having made much time for them or seeking them out for many years. This all turned around when Trace Beaulieu said that his friend, Randy Stradley, had invited us to dinner.

That night I listened to the two of them discuss comics with a passion I’d been missing out on since my high school years. My life had become very centered on music and comedy, and, as a result, too many comics had slipped me by. One particular title Randy mentioned stuck with me. From his description it sounded like something I would adore. I had no idea how true that was.


My massive and gorgeous first volume of the Fear Agent Library arrived a few days later. From the first page, I was in love with Heath. Many hours were spent in bed staring wide-eyed at the gorgeous art, transfixed by the story. I spooned this book to sleep. Seriously.

See? Spooning in action.


After a lovely gift of four signed Tony Moore FA prints from my sister and having his art in front of me on a daily basis, I became inspired to make my own tribute to the story and the art that had so transfixed me. So here it is…

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20,000 hand-placed pixels over the course of 40 hours resulting in this 25″x8″ mosaic. The piece is based off of Tony Moore’s art which always makes my sci-fi loving heart skip a beat. This was a labor of love and I was delighted to see each section come together.

All thanks go to Randy for introducing me to Fear Agent, Rick Remender for writing a story that seemed tailored just for me, and Tony Moore and Jerome Opeña for their gorgeous artwork. A very special thank you to Tony for his cover art which lent itself so perfectly to this medium and also for his kind comments and words of encouragement along the way via Instagram.


Them’s the breaks. Literally.

28 Dec

It’s been ages since I last posted, and while I’d like to say I’ll be more regular with it, I’d be lying to you, my three readers. I will agree to put in a strong effort, though.

Much of what’s been keeping me busy is my time at Team Quest, my MMA fight club. Since joining up in January I’ve had quite a few ups and downs in my training.

Though kickboxing is what ignited my passion for the club, Coach Scott convinced me to work on my strength and conditioning training through his FitQuest program. Things were rough at first, and my legs nearly up and quit my body.

Took my first ice bath

Mama’s first ice bath

My kickboxing training continued, until my sparring partner and I were a little too enthusiastic. He is far more experienced and has built up that lovely calcification on his shins that I don’t quite have yet. The result? Forced time off from hitting people.

Had a blood baby, had to take a break from kickboxing

My baby hematoma

While the injury stung, this gave me an opportunity to really focus on FitQuest and whip my ass into shape. I fell for this training in a way I can’t properly explain. Coach Scott became such a huge influence and support in my life. His encouragement and ability to push my limits truly changed me in only the most positive of ways.

Got my ass so wonderfully kicked on my birthday

Birthday torture! Huzzah!

One of my Questmates and I created and tackled our own Centurion: 100 reps each of ten different exercises. We were going a bit blind near the end, but it was an amazing night. The feeling of accomplishment was beyond compare.

Completed the Centurion with Bri


And then everything changed.

Broke both of my wrists

Handjobs? Out of the question.

That’s right. Both wrists broken. Fractured in three places on each side, dislocated on each side, surgery on each side, pin on one side. And this is where my fight life pretty much came to a screeching halt.

With this trauma, my entire life and routine changed. Serious depression set in. Above all else, I learned who my true friends were. More than the physical pain, the mental effects were excruciating.

Nearly three months after the accident, the pin has been removed from my bone, the casts are off, and therapy has begun. The hard work is paying off in that my flexibility has improved, but my strength is still slow to come back. The pain is not nearly as bad as those first few weeks.

(paper clip for scale, not involved in the surgery)

(paper clip for scale, not involved in the surgery)

This isn’t a sob story, nor is it me looking for a pity party. I’ve come out on the other side of a major trauma knowing a lot more about myself and that my passion for this sport is beyond the anguish of an injury. Training (mostly lower body) has once again become part of my daily life and I eagerly await the day I can punch someone in the face again. This may not make sense, but in the words of the most lovely and insightful Mr. Stephen Fry,

“We have all experienced passion that is not in any sense reasonable.”

Shenanigans and Goings-On

30 Jan

“I think that we have all experienced passion that is not in any sense reasonable.” -Stephen Fry

Quite recently I lost my mind. Insanity takes many forms, and mine manifested with a membership to an intimidatingly hardcore MMA training gym, Team Quest: a few kickboxing classes and one intro Jiu Jitsu class each week to whip me into shape. The past year has left me needing a way to find my strength and the inspiration to make it happen came from over two thousand miles away.

Oh hai, inspiration.

This incredible man is JB Baker. To me he is many things: puzzling prestidigitator, stunning songbird, innuendo instigator, and all-around partner in crime. To top it all off, he’s now my ass-kicking muse. For him to decide at 39 to be in fighting condition by his 40th birthday struck me in such a way that I had to answer the challenge in my own way. I can’t wait to fly to Chicago to see him dominate his first MMA fight. I’ll be screaming my head off cheering him on and be equipped with an arsenal of frozen veg to ice down his bruised ribs afterwards. You can read all about his journey at Fighting Forty.

Armed with a hefty earful of encouragement, I took a huge leap and walked through the door. My very first kickboxing class was rough, to put it lightly, and resulted in quite an impressive souvenir:

“Police brutality at its best.” -JB Baker

I wore this bruise (and the fact that it was given to me at the hands -or legs- of a cop) as a badge and was a bit bummed to see it fade. In the meantime, I learned more technique in the intermediate class and started to slowly navigate the world of grips and arm bars in BJJ. It was overwhelming, but I’ve really enjoyed jumping right into the mix. Plus I get fun new toys!

My Twins! They’re real…and they’re spectacular.

Being sick for a few days has really given me some perspective on what an impact those first two weeks made. Being forced to sit still is always difficult, but my desire to get back out to class has been really overwhelming. Maybe this isn’t so crazy after all…

Nope. Still crazy. But I love it.

This will really tie the room together…

21 Dec

It got down to the wire, but I finally finished my uncle’s Lebowski cross stitch.

Thanks to the brilliant and talented Andy Rash for the design and inspiration! I’m sure I’ll be creating pieces using more of his work in the future.

This is a beautiful compliment to the Helluva Caucasian truffles I got him from Twice the Vice. Hopefully he’ll be as excited as I am about it.

Untwist your panties, kids.

30 Oct

At this point, many of you have already seen the “We’re a Culture, Not a Costume” poster campaign. Started by Ohio University’s STARS (Students Teaching About Racism in Society), the project was intended to educate people that Halloween should not be an opportunity to wear your prejudice with pride.


Message received. Racism is still prevalent and I understand what they are trying to accomplish. However…

As with many things that hit the internet, the posters have been parodied. Someone with an imagination and sense of humor started a huge wave of internet memes playing off of these Culture/Costume posters. And I love them. They’re silly, fun and hilarious.


(More parody versions can be found here.)

We all know what’s coming, don’t we? You know who doesn’t have a sense of humor? That’s right! The OU students behind the STARS project have their politically correct knickers in a twist over these. (There are plenty of conversation threads over at Saucy-Sarah’s Tumblr on this topic.)

Let’s make this perfectly clear: “meme-ification” does not detract from the original campaign.

Weird Al’s parodies of popular songs do not detract from or change the quality of the originals. Porn spoofs of blockbuster movies do not change the intent of the original films simply by existing. These memes are bringing more attention to your campaign than the campaign itself ever could have hoped to receive. Be grateful, not angry. What good does it do to constantly get offended? Relax. Laugh. Smile.

Stephen Fry’s got the right idea:

Crazy for Swayze

12 Oct

I can’t decide which Patrick Swayze loved more…




Let’s start off on the right foot.

1 Oct