Polaris!!!

So Rebecca - my lovely sis - and I went to Polaris. If you do not know what this means shame on you. Polaris involves Canadians and is a Sci-Fi Convention of awesomeness. And what could be better than a Canadian-infested Sci-Fi Convention? Well, other than pot pies, I just don't know.

Mmmmmm... Deliciousness.

Also on a completely random note, for some reason my google searches are all coming up in Czech. I'm sure you wanted to know that.

SO... We left early Thursday and Rebecca's car decided, air conditioning? Who needs air conditioning? And so it was a bit more warm... meaning super hot... then we really wished for it to be. But ah well. Ces le vie, or whatever. (Canadians speak French, and I think that's a butchered French phrase. We're being multi-cultural today.) We made it to Canada and passed through Vineland and I got excited about the Icelanders and Rebecca rolled her eyes at me. Then we made it to Toronto! And it was so greeeeeeen! And I have no pictures because they are on Rebecca's camera. So imagine something that combines trees and cities. It looked a little bit futuristic I do say.

Then we walked around Toronto and went to amazing libraries and found out that I really am a fascinating idiot sometimes. I brought three pairs of shoes. They were all high-heels. One should not walk around cities in high heels. I blame it entirely on one of my characters who is obsessed with high heels. Anyway. My feet didn't hurt too badly, fortunately, but still. Next year I will bring appropriate footwear.

Then came three days of amazing conventionness and Hopefully if I am not being a lazy bum I will post more because it was pretty amazing. And I was in the same building as Ben Browder (I waved in his general direction in honor of a few of my friends who love Farscape) and I got to see Jewel Staite (she is Adorable) and so much more! I am totes going next year, even if I am going to be mad poor, but whatever. Polaris is totally worth it. And you should totally come next year and that would be fun times.

And in conclusion, here is a cheesecake, because I am hungry and I'm going to go eat dinner:

Enjoy life, my friends, my dear LamNams, because life can be pretty pumpkins cool sometimes.

P is for Publishers Picking Pumpkins

You guessed it! It's the long awaited for post where I will convince you that a pumpkin patch is like publishing. I would like to dedicate this blog to Rebecca (my sis) because I honestly had no idea HOW publishing was like a pumpkin patch, and she helped me see the multiple possibilities.

Punkins!!

First: The Pumpkins.

Pumpkins represent us, the writers. From afar all pumpkins look the same, but we are all very different. Some of us are tall, thin pumpkins. Some of us are cute and small. Some of us have twiny things coming from the top of our heads, and we're not sure why.

Some glow when you turn the lights off??!!

Some pumpkins are better than others. Ah! Did I really just say this?! Yes. Tolkien was better than a whole lot of writers that are floating around nowadays. I won't say specifically who, because that is one step too mean. But it's true. One day you will find a writer who is better than you. You will feel jealous and mad. Get over it. You are still a pumpkin, and you are needed in the pumpkin patch of life.

Second: The Pumpkin Pickers.

Pic Owned By CeeCeeDotCa

Hm? Which pumpkin shall I pick? Mwahahah >:)

These are the agents. They have to hunt through pumpkins to find the one that is just right for them. One pumpkin picker may like giant fat pumpkins, other pumpkin pickers will be looking for quirky looking ones. Or pumkins who wear glasses and like lollipops.

Quirkalicious

This one likes gardening

Then the Pumpkin Pickers go to the market with their little Pumpkins and try to sell them.

Third: The Pumpkin Purchasers

Check HERE for an article on Punkins

The haggling commences

These are the publishers, editors, and the like. They go to the Pumpkin Pickers and look through their Pumpkins to see which ones they like best. Sometimes there's a match and SOLD! everyone's happy. A lot of the times though, nothing is sold and the Pumpkin has to sit around until the next day comes, and then the next, and then the next. Sometimes the Pumpkin Picker has to give up and give their Pumpkin to another Pumpkin Picker. And sometimes, the Pumpkin gets sent right back to the Pumpkin Patch.

Fourth: Pretending to be Pumpkin Pickers

These are the fake agents. They pretend to be Pumpkin Pickers, but really they're just trying to cut open Pumpkins, scoop out all their insides, and leave them for dead.

Punkin Guts

Do not trust these Pretenders. Learn to know who the real Pumpkin Pickers are.

Fifth: Gourds.

They don't even start with the letter "p" so you know something's up. And this is where I insult people, because I have nothing against insulting people, if it gets them to think. Plus, I don't think this applies to any of you, so calm down and lighten up.

Click HERE for the original article

They LOOK cute, but beware

There are some gourds among the pumpkins that are not pumpkins. They look like pumpkins, they smell like pumpkins, but they aren't. And sometimes these gourds get picked and sold and taken by Pumpkin Purchasers. This can make Pumpkins sad. Sometimes, a Pumpkin will go and to the baker and let himself/herself be turned into Pumpkin Pie. What most people don't know, is that there is a little cemetery behind the Baker's shop of dead Pumpkins who gave up.

Waiting to be turned into pies

Okay. That sounds more sadistic than I thought it would. But the point is as a Pumpkin we should be proud of our Pumkiny self. We are needed in the Pumpkin Patch of life. Keep yourself all shined up in case a Pumpkin Picker comes to look at you.

Be a Pumpkin. Be a darn good Pumpkin.