Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Brought to you by Jo

So, the Impertinent Daughter has been busily busy (while she's supposed to be RESTING) working on her own manga series, and is constantly drawing little "drabbles" that alternately crack me up, puzzle the hell out of me, or make me worry about her sanity. In other words, she's a typical writer/artist!

The last two she showed me, though, impressed me and, as usual, I ran straight to the computer to share them with y'all!!

This is from a series she's calling "The RISE and FALL of Kaya Basia." And I think I'll let the two panels I'm posting speak for themselves...

The Rise and Fall of Kaya Basia "Demon Boyfriend"

The second one is just an interlude, so to speak...

The Rise and Fall of Kaya Basia "Demon Boyfriend 2"

Sorry that the words are sort of mushed in the last panel. Miss Priss scanned it, and I tried rescanning it and found that the size of the scanning bed on our scanner, and the size of her paper (as well as her drawing) don't match, so something is going to get smooshed. *sigh*

I'm wondering if her female character ever gets a little bit nervous with those big ol' claws so close to her face!! Ay-yi-yi!! The hazards of a demon boyfriend, I guess!!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Because Sisters Will Always Be Sisters...

Wednesday, I was in one of those moods, having just read some Star Trek fic, and then gotten into a discussion about some manga with my daughter about a manga series we've been reading. Oh, and explained a few things about Star Wars to Mr. Irrepressible. And it dawned on me; I... am a geek.

Never thought of myself as a geek before, not really. I was a jock in junior high and high school (swimming, basketball, and softball), as well as a band nerd, but... I never thought of myself as a geek, even though I was into Star Trek, LOTR, Star Wars... I never thought of myself as a geek, because I didn't look like the other kids who were classed as "geeks" at my school. I didn't belong to any of the so-called "geek" clubs, and I didn't hang out with them, though a few of them were my friends. Even they didn't consider me a geek.

The Husbandly One has teased me about being a major animation geek (I so totally am, I know that now!), but I always just sort of laughed it off. And he's teased me about being a computer geek and a Harry Potter geek, and I laughed that all off, too. But Wednesday night, it just... sank in, and I felt the need to celebrate it, to own it, as it were, so... I posted this on Facebook.

"Dear Bets and Blondie*

Your sister is a geek. Just thought you ought to know. Take appropriate measures."

Names changed to protect the guilty their identities.

After all, what better way to own something than to "come out" to your family, right?

This was the Blonde Sister's reply: "Mom made us promise not to ever tell you that! And I told Bets... wouldn't that be the best if we could tell her? But noooo, you had to find out on your own!!"

*dies laughing*

I love my sister!!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Jo's Hearing Glitch Strikes Again!!

Okay, so... the Impertinent Daughter and I were sitting at the kitchen table this evening. She was sketching and talking, and I was knitting and listening. Somewhere in there, she had pulled out this little toy, one of those little hopper things that you press with the tip of your finger to make it go >pop< and it hops forward a wee bit. She popped it at me and I smiled indulgently as she picked it up, grinning, and turned it over, looking at the underside. Then she laughed triumphantly and said what sounded very much like, "MANGINA!!"

I blinked and looked up, stunned. "What??"

"Look, see?" she said, turning it toward me so I could read what was embossed on the underside of the toy. So I obligingly looked, thinking, this, I gotta see! and wondering vaguely if there was some new, bizarre toy company that someone had named, "Mangina" to make it unforgettable. Kind of like Smuckers for jams and jellies, right?

It said, very clearly and plainly, "CHINA."

That's when I died laughing. I mean, really, I had done so well up to that point, manfully holding my laughter in, because really, the last word in the world that I would ever expect my 13 year old daughter to say would be... "MANGINA!!"

Especially with that degree of relish and satisfaction!!!

*dies again*

When I had calmed down, she said, "Oh, boy, do I even want to know what you thought I said?" Oh, my daughter, she knows me so well!! I did tell her after I'd calmed down from that one, and she was like, "MOM!!! When or why would I ever say that???"

About all I could manage through my helplessness was, "Well... it might just... come up in conversation!"

We pretty much both lost it at that point!!

I have a feeling I'm really going to enjoy my old age!!!