101 in 1001 Super-Fun Update

I just want to see how I'm doing. So do you, I bet!

3. Clean out my closet, hang clothes nicely, take cast-offs to Goodwill. So I did this. But my closet is now a clothes-barfing mess again. I sense this will be an ongoing struggle.

6. Go on a Kogi taco quest with Charley, Darlene, and whoever else wants to join me. I did this! Well, Darlene wasn't there, *sobsnifflehic*, but she will be one day, I'm sure. I've actually been on several Kogi quests now. One involved The Alibi Room, friends from all different aspects of my life, and me getting sloppily, spazzily drunk and rage-Twittering about Weezer. Good times.

12. Re-write Projects #1 and #2 and give them to readers. These are things I wrote last year that I haven't touched since I finished them. But they both need tweaks and outside opinions. Project #2 has been through these steps. Project #1 is basically re-written, but I'm losing interest in it. I'll probably just proofread and call it a day.

13. Start Project #3, in the same vein as #1 and #2. Did this! Doing this right now!

16. Write something totally cool for the new Grok. Don't know if I want to do another ongoing story, but it's always a temptation. Did this! And it is serialized, so suck it, March 11 version of Sarah.

17. Do the ScriptFrenzy thing. According to friend Sarah O., "a bunch of us" are going to do this. Sort of did this. Participated, didn't finished, but have basis for thing I'm going back to once Project #3 up there is completed.

19. Improve my D&D character's backstory. Right now, she actually doesn't have much of a backstory beyond "can shoot good" and "is blind, but NOT because I had a really hard time painting eyes and finally just gave up." Say hello to my secret society-connected Monster Hunter with flaming arrows!

25. Go on a Bay Area jaunt with Megan and get into trouble, like we have in the past. But not too much trouble. Yes! Re-live it now!

29. Find a short-sleeved black cardigan to rotate with the every-disintegrating one I bought at Anthropologie 5 million years ago. I don't want to look like a ragamuffin at my friend's wedding in May, but the outfit I'm envisioning involves this cardigan. Done. No ragamuffins here.

30. Actually participate in Wardrobe Remix. I joined ages ago and have posted like 2 photos. What would help is if I could figure out how to take a self-portrait on my cam--oh, hey! Yes. Not as much recently, but yes.

31. Learn how to take a self-portrait on my camera. Yup. It's come in handy in non-WR situations as well.

33. Get my boots re-heeled. Two pairs are in need of surgery. Boot surgery was successfully accomplished.

36. Get a cupcake from Magnolia Bakery. One of the first things I did on my last trip to New York. Vanilla cake, chocolate frosting, glorious.

37.  Go to the Golden Age comics exhibit at the Skirball. Is it cheating to include something I pretty much know I'm going to do? I don't think so. Not only was this totally accomplished, but it was accomplished with awesome people like Darlene, Paul, Carla, and my blog-less friends John Charles and Katherine. Get a load of our super-team right here.

45. Obtain a decent hairdryer, perhaps with a diffuser? Perhaps that one that looks like a freaky hand? Well, I do have a new hairdryer, and it does have a diffuser, but its level of decent-ness has not yet been determined. I'll let you know.

52. Go to a reading/book signing featuring an author I admire. Attended Amber Benson's thing at the Best Library in the World. Great Q&A, great moderator (Tom Lenk!), and I absolutely loved the book.

57. Interview someone from Gossip Girl. There might have been a certain something involving a certain someone named CHUCK BASS. Stay tuned.

59. Start doing yoga again. My class from last year seems to have fizzled out, meaning my general aura is much less namaste than it should be. Yoga has been started again. My aura? That's...in progress.

75. Somehow convince Kristina to make me a custom Sackboy. I don't know how, but I guess I did this (see #21!). Along with convincing Kristina to create her own list and convincing Kristina to participate in Grok.  What else should I convince Kristina to do? I'm open to suggestions.

79. Actually comment/tell someone when they write a blog post I like. So many times, I'll read something, find it brilliant, then close my browser. Lame. I think I've been pretty okay at the commenting. Sometimes I get sort of overwhelmed and frazzlepated and then it's almost too much to even READ all the blogs I like, but whatever. I'm working on it.

82. Visit my college campus and go check out my old dorm. Bonus points if I can somehow gain access to my old dorm room to see if my initials are still carved in the doorway. Uh-huh. We couldn't gain access to the actual rooms, though -- no one home.

88. Find some of those geek-goth fingerless glove/armwarmer things for my jaunts to colder climates. I didn't so much "find" them. Rather, the immensely talented Sarah W. MADE THEM FOR ME. Everybody tell her to open up an Etsy store or something.

93. Wear my favorite vintage dress more often. I put it on a bit of a pedestal, I think. But it is meant to be worn. I wore the hell out of it at my friend Sonjia's wedding last month. However. Due to some rather enthusiastic rug-cutting, there may or may not be a bit of a hole underneath one of the arms now. So maybe it does belong on a pedestal.

So that's...what? Almost a quarter of this bitch taken care of? Not bad. Of course, scanning past some of these I have not yet done (like sending Matt his poster, OH MY GOD) is majorly guilt-inducing.

Bay Area Travelogue

One thing I love about CW-friendly teen melodramas is they always magnify that "OMG every little thing is SO IMPORTANT" feeling so near and dear to actual teenagers. And, you know, arrested development-type twenty and thirtysomethings. Ahem.

I don't quite embrace that general state of being as much as I used to, but it all comes roaring back whenever I visit the Bay Area. Because when I lived there, I marinated in that state of being. I really don't know how I ever got anything done, so busy was I gazing moodily at the AT-ATs and scratching Magnetic Fields lyrics on the back of my hand.

The trips back are always mind-blowingly fun, but they also get me all thinky and nostalgic and I have to stop myself from becoming "every little thing is SO IMPORTANT" girl, because, come on, I am too fucking old to be Jenny Humphrey.

Well...most of the time, anyway. Let's travelogue.

THURSDAY, APRIL 23
I devour both "People Stylewatch" and a McDonald's homestyle chicken sandwich at the airport, then catnap on the plane. Vacation! Once I arrive in Oaktown, I meet up with Friend Megan, another ex-Bay Areaer who has since returned to her home state of Oregon. Upon settling into the Bayporter, we notice it is, to quote Meg, "bejank." Like the seatbelts don't really...work. And the luggage is piled haphazardly. And the driver really, really loves discussing minute details about True Crime cases from yesteryear. And it takes two hours to get to Friend Amanda's place in Richmond, since we have to drop people off in Emeryville, Berkeley, and Whothefuckknowswhere, USA. We arrive at Amanda's unscathed, but decide to NOT request the bejank True Crime Shuttle next time.

We kick things off right with a trip to our alma mater, Mills. We remember how to take the bus, and correctly spot all the Clunky Glasses Alterna-Mills Girls on their way to campus. Once there, we immediately begin our Aged Graduate commentary on how all the current students look "so young."

"They're too young for me to date, even," says Megan. (This is HUGE!)

We end up at the office of our old newspaper, The Weekly. Except it's not The Weekly any more, because apparently it doesn't come out...Weekly?

Anyway, the young staffers of the NotWeekly let us in, and we take 5 million and 1 photos of the Weekly Wall, which contains rows of signatures from journos past (including ours!), and then delete all the ones where we look fat. The NonWeekly staffers studiously ignore us, until we insist on telling them tales 'bout The Good Old Days.

"We had a waxer!" I proclaim. "A waxer."

"Haha," says NotWeeklyer #1, looking mildly uncomfortable.

"And that!" cries Megan, pointing to a cramped, windowless room. "That is where people would go when they were having a breakdown. Everyone cried in that room."

"You should revive that tradition," I say.

"Haha," says NotWeeklyer #2, looking REALLY uncomfortable.

"We didn't even have real computers," continues Megan. "Unless you count Mac Classic IIs as 'real computers.'"

"Haha," says NotWeeklyer #1. "You have somewhere else to be, maybe?"

We do.

We hike up the hill to our old dorm, Ethel Moore, and wait patiently for someone to let us in. Then we climb up on the roof and peer in the windows, hoping someone will see how completely not creepy we are and let us in. Then we chase after a couple of girls who look like they live there, because maybe THEY will let us in, but we're old and slow and they don't see us (or maybe they do and that's why they start walking faster all of a sudden). Finally, someone does let us in, and we go up to our old rooms and take more pictures and remember.

FRIDAY, April 24
We -- me, Megan, Amanda -- tool around the East Bay all day, buying stuff and eating stuff and chatting for a good bit with beautiful and hilarious Friend Lisa G. I purchase a vintage Pendleton plaid jacket for $20, because I've always wanted one. I am convinced it makes me look just a little bit like a lumberjack.

"Lumberjacks do not wear pearls," insists Amanda.

The evening is dedicated to our big pizza par-tay, which basically involves inviting everyone we know to The Lanesplitter in Berkeley. I always start tensing up right before stuff like this, because I feel like I have to present the Best Possible Version of myself to people I haven't seen in a while. I drink a little wine to take the edge off. This turns into A LOT of wine. This turns into me drunkenly discussing social media/comic book conventions/online interaction with my old friend Leslie and my new, never-met-in-person-before friend Chrissy.

"Why are there so many fucking people at Comic-Con now?" I growl at them. "And why am I so weird when I meet people in person?"

Best Possible Version, indeed.

Later, I meet Megan's cousins, Scott and Madeleine, and say something funny/insightful about Dollhouse or Tahmoh Penikett's cheekbones, only I don't remember what.

Me: "Something funny/insightful about Dollhouse or Tahmoh Penikett's cheekbones."

Madeleine (to Meg, re: me): "Oh, we like her."

Hmmm, I think. Maybe I'm not so weird after all! Hic.

SATURDAY, April 25
Megan and I stroll through Berkeley, taking note of the eerie, ghost town quality of Telegraph and some graffiti that proclaims "Hagrid isn't the only giant on campus, if you know what I'm saying."

Today we're on a mission! We're determined to buy Amber Benson's book, Death's Daughter, from favoritest sci-fi/fantasy bookstore ever, The Other Change of Hobbit. TOCOH is the kind of place where the salesguy will congratulate you on your purchase of "the Shetterly." Or will heartily debate you when you ask for some Gene Wolfe. Or will just be generally awesome while you browse for six hours. It is also the kind of place that has a cat (this will be important later).

Meg and I canvas every inch of the store, but cannot locate the book. Salesguy is busy helping a customer who claims to be from "another astral plane," so we wait. Suddenly, we hear a blare-y, vaguely human screech.

"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE'S PATCHES?"

A tie-dye-sweatshirted lady barges into the store and immediately starts chasing after the beleaguered bookstore cat.

"PATCHES!!!"

As she bends down to pick him up, Cat is all "HISSSSSSSSSSS! REEEEEEER!" which I think translates to "oh hell no." Cat runs away and hides behind some vampire erotica.

Tie-dye Sweatshirt is undeterred. "PATCHES!!" The blare-iness is more insistent here. "I just want to HOLD YOU!!!"

"Patches doesn't want to be held," I mutter.

"Would you?" mutters Meg.

"Oh, PATCHES." A disappointed kind of blare-iness.

With a weary sigh, Tie-dye Lady heads out into the world, perhaps on the hunt for bookstores with more easily tormentable cats.

We determine that TOCOH does not, in fact, have Amber Benson's book, though Salesguy offers to order it for us. We are disappointed, but also near hysteria ("PATCHES"), so we bid him good-bye, run out the door, and collapse into uncontrollable laughter.

Later that night, there is more wine. And here is where I take a turn into "OMG every little thing is SO IMPORTANT" Land. Meg sort of blurts out something important about her life and Love. The conversation wanders and I get frustrated, cause Meg doesn't really get into talking extensively about her feelings and shit, and getting her to elaborate on said statement is like trying to coax spoilers out of a recalcitrant TV executive.

"Why do you do that?" I grumble. "That's major. That's a big motherfucking deal, and you say it like it's nothing."

"There's not really anything else to say," she says.

"Blergh," I say, falling asleep.

SUNDAY, April 26

Meg and I arise early to feast on an amazing breakfast prepared by Amanda's husband, Friend Peter. We then basically kill time 'til our cab arrives, watching Peter watching Catwoman on AMC (what).

When we get to the airport, there's the need to keep things light, cause we'll be separating soon. I walk her halfway to her gate, then have to turn around and walk back to mine. We hug and say good-bye. As she rounds the corner, I yell after her:

"PATCHES!"

I hear her giggle.

And this is sort of, like, a Moment, because a bunch of thoughts clash through my brain all at once, and I realize that one of the reasons I get all "OMG every little thing is SO IMPORTANT" when I'm here is...I'm scared of losing key memories that go with this place. I'm scared of losing the people that go with this place. Like, if I don't know every little piece of this thing Meg's feeling about Love, what the fuck do I know? Are we even still close? Am I holding onto things that don't even exist because of my nostalgia addiction?

I get my answer instantaneously. Because she yells back, top of her lungs, an answering call:

"PATCHES!"

I turn and start to walk away and I feel myself grinning, even though I know she can't see me anymore.

ZOMG, Zombie Chickens!

One of the niftiest things about the Scott and Jean Day festivities we hosted over on Alert Nerd:  I discovered a ton of new blogs to stalk! I mean...read. Peruse, really. From a distance. Honestly, I can't even see them that well on my iPhone screen.

Oh, whatever, I'm really bad at faking detached cool. So one of those blogs is The Book Smugglers, which is dedicated to reviewing and writing about stuff that's right up my alley. The thing Felicia Day calls vaginal urban fantasy? They're all over it. Copious mentions of authors I dig (Rachel Caine, Libba Bray, Jeri Smith-Ready, etc etc etc)? Totally on the site. A massive hate-on for Jack Shephard? That's there, too, complete with man-crying.

Anyway, it has come to my attention that my love for Book Smugglers overlords Ana and Thea is not one-sided! They have seen fit to give me...a Zombie Chicken Award.

Zombie_chicken_award

The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken - excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all…

You better believe I'm not fucking around when it comes to incurring wrath from anyone, especially undead fowl. So here are my nominees.

Geeked: Kristina is pretty much the greatest. She's a talented writer with a lot of passion and she shares my love of both geek crap and, you know, shoes. She's also an ace crafter who's working on building a custom Sackboy empire and she has A+++ Puppet Angel fisting skills. Hold out hope for Zantanna with her, won't you?

My Burning Kitchen: Darlene posts lots of pictures of amazing food that make me want to leave my desk and eat my way through the state of California. At least three stops per day would be dedicated to cake. Oh, there's also a lot of great writing about the food in between all the pictures, but sometimes I get so excited about the pictures, I have to remind myself not to scroll right past the actual words.

Face of the Cookie: This is my new internet friend Kiala, introduced to me by CHARLEY FRAKKING DANIELS. Charley claims that we're some sort of evil twin versions of each other, only I think both of us are evil? Anyway, she's very funny, and has lots to say about Portland hipsters, unicorn juice, and the mystical being known as The Power Kiala. She also has pretty hair.

Theater Dogs: This is a theater-y blog from my old friend Chad, who was once the ruling power theater critic for Bay Area Newspaper Group (is this like being The Power Kiala, maybe?), or whatever they ended up calling it. He was all quoted on the poster for Jersey Boys and shit. Anyway, this is a really entertaining mix of reviews, news, interviews and theater-ish thoughts, from someone who knows EVERYTHING about the stage. EVERYTHING.

Proton Charging: A formidable Ghostbusters site from Alert Nerd cohort and long-time friend Chris. I think this was, like, one of the first blogs on the internet. I mean, it was established in 1995, for chrissake. Anyway, it's a total mustmustmust for GB fans new and old and is also the reason I know about things like "sexy Ghostbusters" Halloween costumes. Really, if they do end up doing that long-rumored third movie, they should just make Chris the fifth 'buster and be done with it.

Okay, there you go, people. It's not every day you win an award on the internet, so wear it well. And watch out for zombies or whatever.

Stephanie

Just returned from a Bay Area jaunt, which I will detail for you in excruciating...detail once I've had the chance to digest it a bit. Going back there always makes me feel like I'm simultaneously 22 and 80, like I've come so far, yet am really just as immaturely dopey as ever. It's an undeniably comforting place for me, but I never quite feel settled while I'm there. I'm too busy remembering and thinking and trying to get All Deep and Shit. Oh, and buying stuff that will fit in with my Clunky Glasses By Way of Santa Monica wardrobe.

But listen: right now, I want to tell you about one of the people the Bay Area always reminds me of. She's #46 on the 101 in 1001 list. Stephanie.

I met Stephanie circa 2000, when we were both part of the same carpool, dot-commuting to our dot-comming workplace. I was at the height of my Judgmental Bitch era, which meant that upon meeting someone, I would actively look for a reason not to like them.

Too cheerful? Don't watch Buffy? Use the word "delish" in an unironic fashion? Bah, we have nothing in common! Get the fuck away from me!

Why I did this, I don't really know. Maybe, like Buffy, I had a superiority complex about my inferiority complex. The minute I met Stephanie, my instant judgment was that we were about as unalike as you could possibly get. And not in a fun, opposites attract, sitcommy sort of way. It was more of a "how the fuck were we even born in the same solar system maybe I should check my body for alien birthmarks" kind of thing.

Stephanie was bubbly. I was sullen. Stephanie had a curtain of shiny hair blow-dried into perfect submission. I had a Cousin It rat's nest that I sort of brushed in the morning.  Stephanie exuded a peppy, can-do cheerleader 'tude, complimented by tasteful outfits. I had...well, I don't know what, but let's just say I was still wearing the two sizes too big overalls that were a staple of my all-women's college wardrobe.

I pegged her as a sorority girl stereotype, decided our carpool chit-chat would never go beyond small talkery, and retreated behind my rat's nest hair. I thought I could predict everything she would do, wear, and say. Like, one day, she mounted a passionate defense of Jennifer Aniston, all  "I love her, you guys!" and I was like, well, of course you do, snerkitysnark, hairnest.

Then, somehow, the tides started to turn. Little things she said would make me giggle -- surreptitously, of course. And then...then. Then there was the glorious day when we were heading back to the East Bay, our car jammed in the perma-gridlocked mass, Stephanie at the wheel (of her giant SUV -- snerkitysnark, hairnest!). She casually suggested we switch from the radio to a CD. "I've got a bunch in the wallet on the floor...or just play what's in the stereo." Our third carpool companion flicked a switch, turned up the volume, and all of a sudden,  our ears were assaulted with one of the filthiest songs I've ever heard.

Throbbing, deep-voiced rap, a wailing diva on background, and a chorus that went like this:

Put it in my mouth!
(She said put it in her mouth)
My muthafuckin' mouth!
(I mean her muthafuckin' mouth!)

(This is the cleanest part -- if I repeat the rest, I will blush. But one of this artist's other albums is called "Vagina Diner," just to give you an idea.)

Okay, so what did judgey little me expect Stephanie to do, here? Be all, "OMG, you guys, how embarrassing!!!" and shut it off? Try to pass it off as a CD belonging to a date or ex-boyfriend and switch us over to some Celine Dion? I don't know if I even had time to contemplate, because as my jaw hit the plushly-carpeted SUV floor, Stephanie went "Oh FUCK YEAH," turned up the volume and proceeded to sing along word for word. This was her jam.

I was in complete awe of her in this moment -- one hand on the steering wheel, the other raisin' the roof, her well-dressed booty shaking in time to the beat.

I had a Stephanie is Awesome and I Am an Asshole epiphany.

After that, we bonded. I had her back during the next Aniston debate, citing the underappreciatedness of inherent comedic timing. I cracked up fully instead of surreptitiously when she did something funny. I relished hearing her dating stories and tried to offer up advice even though I didn't really go on dates.

During our office holiday party, she got balls-out wasted, and as our friend and co-worker drove us back over the bridge that night, Destiny's Child blasted over the radio, asking all the women who are independent to throw their hands up. Stephanie clutched my shoulder and locked her eyes with mine, earnestness personified.

"This is US, Sarah!" she cried.

"Yeah, Steph," I agreed. "I...guess?"

She rolled down the window.

"INDEPENDENT WOMEN," she bellowed out into the night. "US! INDEPENDENT!!! INDEPENDENT AS SHIT!"

She threw her fuckin' hands up.

***

As Web 1.0 started to crumble, a lot of us moved on. Stephanie moved to San Diego, and we emailed for a while, then drifted apart. I would love to find her again. Even though I didn't realize it at the time, I think she's the reason I slowly started to come down from my Judgmental Bitch High Horse, that I slowly started to realize that just because someone's not just like you, it doesn't mean they're not worth getting to know. It doesn't mean they aren't capable of making you cackle until you can't breath or that you won't develop a fully-stocked arsenal of one-word inside jokes or that they won't introduce you to new and exciting things, like explicitly-worded rap songs about blowjobs.

So listen, Steph: if you're out there...throw your hands up at me.

101 in 1001

I am sometimes crushed by paralyzing guilt for not posting stuff here more often. Lately, I've been trying to remember that this isn't because I've fallen into a zombified, do-nothing rut (which would have been the case in years past), but because I actually am being productive, trying out new things and working on Projects and I just tend to get completely sucked into whatever I'm doing at the time and my brain can't handle anything else. I'm not a good multi-tasker, unless you see "eating a handful of Thin Mints while watching a Burn Notice marathon and coming up with different nicknames for Jeffrey Donovan's patented facial expressions" as multi-tasking.

I've been in a weird stop-start state for the first 60 or so days of 2009, though, wherein I can't really get a good grasp on ANYTHING that I want to accomplish, whether it's something small like a wee blog post or something gigantic...like cleaning out my closet, which is in such a state that it currently looks like it's vomiting clothes.

In this vein, I've decided to succumb to a blog meme that was going around for a while, and maybe still is. I can't remember where I first saw it, but it's basically a massive to-do list with a set time limit. 101 Things in 1001 Days. Big things, small things. All manner of things. Write 'em down, cross 'em off, make 'em as specific as possible. (Naturally, I was tempted to make "write up 101 in 1001 list!" my first item, so I could immediately cross it off. But I didn't.)

Feel free to join me, fellow fans of Doing Stuff!

1. Hike up to the Griffith Observatory. I've full-on hiked exactly once in Los Angeles and it was awful because 1) I had a bad attitude and 2) it was supposed to be a "butterfly hike" and I didn't see one fucking butterfly. Now I have a slightly better attitude and I realize that there are other things to appreciate besides butterflies, like all the nature.

2. Have dim sum with friend Den and a big crew of people. Have done this several times, but would like to make it a more regular occurrence. The last time was actually kinda funny, because Den -- the one connective link among all the people gathering -- was late (as he always is) and we all started eating without him. Maybe he did that on purpose so we would bond.

3. Clean out my closet, hang clothes nicely, take cast-offs to Goodwill.

4. Return to San Diego Comic-Con. Probably not this year, but I have 1001 days, right?

5. Venture outside the country. I've only been to Canada. Suggestions welcome.

6. Go on a Kogi taco quest with Charley, Darlene, and whoever else wants to join me. I have sampled the Kogi tacos but once and NEED MOAR.

7. Go through all of our comic longboxes once and for all and organize the damn collection. I have gone through four boxes. I have discovered long forgotten treasures. There are many more boxes to go and I imagine myself attaining such a blissful state of mind in knowing EXACTLY what we have and where it is and what issues we're missing and what can be swapped out for trades. It's also making for good blog fodder; I wrote that Swamp Thing one last week and next I want to do something on the Brian Wood Generation X run because I think it might be the reason I like Emma Frost?

8. Re-read The Invisibles. Matt is on a mission to re-read all Grant Morrison and as he's describing it, I realize that 1) I was a very passionate Invisibles fan back in the day and yet 2) I can't, for the life of me, describe to you what the plot was. Like, at all.

9. Complete my She-Hulk run. I have/have read all of Slott's run (I think). I don't know what the general perception is of David's, but now that it's over, I'd like to read it.

10. Call at least one out-of-town friend every week. I miss my college friends hardcore, you guys. I'm grateful that at least one of 'em lives nearby (hi, Kelly!), but the rest? Hard. Core. And yet I've gotten really bad about calling people just to shoot the breeze and catch up.

11. Okay, this was originally going to be something about finally trying out Mo Better Meatty Meat Burgers, which used to be the stuff of legends, but I clicked over to the Yelp page and it's now closed! Rargh. So I guess this one should be something like "find a perfect, out-of-the-way burger joint in LA."

12. Re-write Projects #1 and #2 and give them to readers. These are things I wrote last year that I haven't touched since I finished them. But they both need tweaks and outside opinions.

13. Start Project #3, in the same vein as #1 and #2.

14. Actually do something with said projects after soliciting said outside opinions. Contests? Something?

15. Go back, read the "Glory" story, and fix stuff. This is the 3-part thing I wrote for Grok last year. I was reasonably happy with the way it turned out, but I know my "make it up as you go along" continuity left a few gaping holes (I think there's a part where someone is technically not wearing a shirt and should be?) and I'm sure there are other things that could use fixin' now that I have a little perspective on it.

16. Write something totally cool for the new Grok. Don't know if I want to do another ongoing story, but it's always a temptation.

17. Do the ScriptFrenzy thing. According to friend Sarah O., "a bunch of us" are going to do this.

18. Watch The Wire. Yes, I know. Will change my life, etc.

19. Improve my D&D character's backstory. Right now, she actually doesn't have much of a backstory beyond "can shoot good" and "is blind, but NOT because I had a really hard time painting eyes and finally just gave up."

20. Find a cool new-t0-me mystery series and read the whole thing beginning to end. I'm a sucker for good mystery series, especially if they feature 1) British people (Elizabeth George, Deborah Crombie) or 2) crabby female protagonists (Laura Lippman, Sue Grafton -- Sue Grafton got me through a bout with surgery, y'all. Plus, she is the only person I can recall my mom ever having a honest-to-god fan reaction to: "oh, we met her and she was sooooo nice! She talked to EVERYONE in line!").

21. Host a Star Trek movie marathon. To coincide with the new one, natch.

22. Work out at least one day on the weekend. Used to do this. Have fallen off. Still work out during the week, but feel like a slacker Sat/Sun.

23. Eat at one of the Top Chef-related restaurants (do you like how this comes right after the one about exercising?). There are many of them in LA.

24. Find a reliable "can turn it on and will probably like what is playing" radio station now that Indie 103 is online-only. Don't have much hope for this one. Might end up being "my iPod."

25. Go on a Bay Area jaunt with Megan and get into trouble, like we have in the past. But not too much trouble.

26. Write something semi-meaningful about Tanya Donelly.

27. Find a drive-in movie theatre and see a movie there.

28. Go on a wine-tasting.

29. Find a short-sleeved black cardigan to rotate with the every-disintegrating one I bought at Anthropologie 5 million years ago. I don't want to look like a ragamuffin at my friend's wedding in May, but the outfit I'm envisioning involves this cardigan.

30. Actually participate in Wardrobe Remix. I joined ages ago and have posted like 2 photos. What would help is if I could figure out how to take a self-portrait on my cam--oh, hey!

31. Learn how to take a self-portrait on my camera.

32. Go to another Broadway show.

33. Get my boots re-heeled. Two pairs are in need of surgery.

34. Find the perfect trench coat. This has been an ongoing quest. Too many swallow me whole, making me appear as if I'm a little kid playing dress-up in Mommy's good clothes. I've come close a few times, but at this point, I feel like it's perfection or nothing.

35. See another show at Hollywood Bowl. In my 7 years as an Angeleno, I've been twice, which just doesn't seem like enough.

36. Get a cupcake from Magnolia Bakery.

37.  Go to the Golden Age comics exhibit at the Skirball. Is it cheating to include something I pretty much know I'm going to do? I don't think so.

38. Go to what the husband refers to as "GhettoCon." Held every month, yet I've never been. Geekfail?

39. Host a dinner party. It will have to be small, given the size of our living room, but it can still be done.

40. Get another girl group together to see New Moon and Eclipse. Well, girls + Ken.

41. Learn George's last name. Hunky waiter/bartender at popular WeHo watering hole, ridiculously-muscled object of a friend's affections. We know him only as "George."

42. Meet Sigrid.  I have now encountered 3/4 of Fantastic Fangirls IRL and what can I say? I'm a completist!

43. Re-read all of Strangers in Paradise beginning to end and figure out if the continuity makes sense. I think the Casey Conundrum was sort of explained away as being part of Francine's "vision," right? Yet it still nags at me, as does that whole future or alternate future or...

44. Re-read at least one Dragonriders of Pern book. Lately, I've had a hankerin' for some high fantasy adventures with a little romance tossed in. Will these do the trick the way that they did when I was 12? Would like to see!

45. Obtain a decent hairdryer, perhaps with a diffuser? Perhaps that one that looks like a freaky hand?

46. Find my old friend Stephanie. The problem is...I can't remember her last name. This makes Facebooking difficult.

47. Go on a bike ride.

48. Invest in an actual couch to replace our increasingly-sad futon.

49. Eat a hot dog at Pink's. Another thing I've never, ever done, despite being here for so many years. I might be worried that actually doing this will not quite be the magical experience Weetzie Bat has led me to believe it will be.

50. Get a facial. I did this exactly once and didn't really notice a big difference. Yet I persist in thinking there's some magic bullet that will make my skin look radiantly amazing in that Vaseline-lens kind of way.

51. Have a cocktail at The Library Bar.

52. Go to a reading/book signing featuring an author I admire.

53. Scan pages from my old 'zine, so you can all see how awesome I was in college.

54. Scan old pix of me at conventions, so you can all see how awesome I have always been, since birth.

55. Scan the circa 2003 pic of 3/4 of the Alert Nerd crew, so you can all see how awesome we were together in 2003.

56. Get my watchband re-sized. I got this really cool, oversized men's watch last year. Only the band is also oversized, and does not fit my delicate wrist.

57. Interview someone from Gossip Girl.

58. Clean out my Facebook inbox (meaning "actually respond to all the messages"). Seriously, the shame. I tend to just pretend like it doesn't exist.

59. Start doing yoga again. My class from last year seems to have fizzled out, meaning my general aura is much less namaste than it should be.

60. Take my husband to OMSI. He really wants to go. REALLY. Having been approximately 5 kazillion times when I was a child, it doesn't hold quite the same appeal for me.

61. Participate in a podcast. I did this once, for Alert Nerd, and it was lots of fun, though we encountered a ton of, ahem, technical difficulties.

62. Get into the habit of writing thank you notes. I always mean to do this and then don't and then feel like a jerk. Thank you emails aren't the same.

63. Clean out my car. The horror.

64. Get a car wash. The previous item refers to the inside of the car, but the outside is also filthy. The last time I got a car wash was when my friend Nicole made me because the dirt was so thick I could barely see out of the windows and she was worried for her safety. We then noted that if we had a reality show, that experience would have been documented as "The Day Sarah and Nicole Went to the Car Wash." Exciting times indeed.

65. Return all my dry cleaning hangers. I have a massive collection of these. My dry cleaner is happy to take them back, yet I always think of it as such a chore, for some reason? Well, now that I have so many of them, I guess it is a chore.

66. Re-read the Dark Phoenix saga and write something about it. My favorite comics story of all time, evAR, yet I don't think I've ever written about it in a meaningful way.

67. Watch the last season of The L Word. I've only seen one episode, and it was Shenny-heavy. This grossed me out so much, I haven't watched any of the rest of it. Still, I must see how it ends. (And, contrarily, I suddenly don't want Jenny to actually be dead.)

68. Give True Blood another shot. I'm a big Sookie Stackhouse fan and was thrilled when they decided to adapt Charlaine Harris' novels for TV. Thought Anna Paquin was great casting, etc. Then I watched the pilot, and honestly...kind of hated it. Lots of reasons. But a lot of people whose taste I share seem to have warmed to this show as it's continued, so I figure it deserves at least one more chance. They might have ruined Sam for me, though.

69. Figure out a way to throw my husband a birthday party he will actually enjoy. (This might be the most challenging item on the list BY FAR.)

70. Wake up early enough to go to the Santa Monica Farmers' Market and cook a meal based around foods purchased there.

71. Track down copies of the made-for-TV Parent Trap sequels, so I can see if they really are as amazing as I remember them being (still weirded out that one of the Creel triplets is now married to Rob Liefeld).

72. Watch the Firestar origin episode of Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends, which Jeff tracked down for me online, so I can see if that is as amazing as I remember it being.

73. Send Matt his "Print Ain't Dead" poster, which has been languishing on my desk for way too long. WAY.

74. Play the new Oregon Trail game.

75. Somehow convince Kristina to make me a custom Sackboy.

76. Make a mix CD for someone for no reason.

77. Karaoke somewhere other than the comfort of my own home.

78. Go to Sunday brunch at the Italian place near the Santa Monica Pier. I can never remember the name, but I love their regular menu and the brunch is supposed to be legend(wait for it)ary.

79. Actually comment/tell someone when they write a blog post I like. So many times, I'll read something, find it brilliant, then close my browser. Lame.

80. Have an encounter with someone whose work I admire wherein I am not an idiot.

81. Organize my many photos from the pre-digital camera, pre-Flickr days. They're all in shoe boxes. This is one of the items on here that sort of makes me want to cry?

82. Visit my college campus and go check out my old dorm. Bonus points if I can somehow gain access to my old dorm room to see if my initials are still carved in the doorway.

83. Invite high school classmates I've re-connected with on Facebook to some sort of bar gathering when I visit Oregon this summer. Bonus points if I can not freak out in some way over this.

84. Go to the ballet.

85. Spend a whole day in bed with a book. Look, this list is already making me tired. I'm going to need to relax at some point.

86. Actually start my day with the X-Men cartoon theme song, which I have always, always wanted to do, so much so that I have imagined myself doing it multiple times. (But usually with unrealistically dramatic results. Like in my imagination, when the song ends, I can somehow fly. I only have to do this once, btw -- it might get a little annoying if I make it a daily ritual.)

87. Try out a non-D&D roleplaying game.

88. Find some of those geek-goth fingerless glove/armwarmer things for my jaunts to colder climates.

89. Make a casserole.

90. Get into the habit of moisturizing. Husband is a moisturizing fiend. I have crocodile skin.

91. Try to replicate the amazing brussels sprouts I had in Brooklyn last month. Dang, now I can't remember the name of the restaurant. But I've never thought of brussels sprouts as a food I enjoy, and this restaurant totally changed my outlook. Must learn their secret and make them at home (I think at least part of the secret is "cheese").

92. Find the terrible serialized melodrama me and two friends started writing in junior high (one of us would write a chapter and pass it on and the next person would continue the story, etc.) and give it an ending. I've always wondered what happened to those three ridiculously beautiful sisters who looked nothing like each other.

93. Wear my favorite vintage dress more often. I put it on a bit of a pedestal, I think. But it is meant to be worn.

94. Actually watch the video of me performing sketch comedy in college. Either that or burn it.

95. Turn on the "sing-along" feature on my Hairspray DVD and...sing along. Alcohol may be involved.

96. Watch the Stella DVDs Jenelle lent me, then give them back, then never borrow anything ever again.

97. Write a blog entry about the night I learned that "regular" people can be just as lame as us nerds.

98. Just once, get my DVR down to 0%.

99. Take at least one decent walk a week. Walking across the street to 7-11 does not count.

100. See Patton Oswalt perform stand-up live.

101. Get an outline going for a project I've been thinking about for a while. (different from previously mentioned projects)

Hmm, yes. So most of these have to do with eating, drinking, geekery and/or writing. Sounds about right.