The one in which I confess I am Married to a fictional character.

Like all Fangirls, I have a fictional husband. The announcement and confession of being married isn’t an easy one. What does it even mean? Honestly, I don’t really have much of a clue. The conversation came about with fellow fangirl Toni Pledger, who told me all about her fangirly life. About her long term marriage to Freddy Krueger. It was an absolute thrill to hear that there was someone who is just as badly fangirly as I am. Asking her all about her fangirly life was interesting; the levels she has gone to with her husband amaze me. Freddy is her life.
She then asked me the dreaded question.

“BlackFace: Well who’s the one guy you’d drop anything and be like omfg for? xD”

It took a fair amount of ebbing out of me who that is. There are more people who know this now and it really isn’t that much of a secret any more.

What does it mean to be married? It means that you think about this particular character above all others that you fangirl over. It means that this character completely takes over your mind; no matter what your mind is on. It means that you collect and horde anything and everything about them. It means that you dedicate a very large part of your life to them. Everything to do with them.

While out today looking at some things for sale in an auction, I happened across a collection of knives. I laughed to myself as I looked over the various designs and picked out a modern one. Black handled, fairly long blade. It wasn’t overly impressive really. The compass in the handle made me smile, but it wasn’t something that I am really interested in. Until I saw the name. It was a Rambo knife.

Which gives away the name of my Fictional Husband.

A picture, just in case you are a little slow.

I wasn’t entirely ready for the hardship that came with being connected with such a complicated man; I am certainly still learning. Love isn’t something that comes easy to the guy, which is completely understandable. I wasn’t even certain how to approach and let my intentions known, so again Miss Krueger comes in handy and pushes me in that direction.

You say, “So, now we know why I am husbandless!”
BlackFace: But still, damn good movie, and he’s not hard on the eyes. o-o Bodywise.
BlackFace: Because you’re scared of admitting you’re married to Rambo?
You say, “Pretty much.”
BlackFace grabs her and Rambo and puts rings on fingers >D
BlackFace: There
BlackFace: Now you’re not 8D
BlackFace: Girl, don’t be ashamed of who you love.

So now I no longer am.
Which is why I have made this confession now.
Future posts may not be as confusing, or as evasive about some facts on my fangirlings.
It may have been obvious to some of my readers. I may have just out right told them!

I didn’t intend for this post to be posted so soon and wanted to continue with nostalgia. Handling that knife earlier today though gave me the opening I needed to announce my confession.


In relation to my last post..

I am actually away from where I normally post right now, which is why updates have been pretty slim. Staying with my parents is always a good time; I am now back in the house I grew up in. Tomorrow I have to sort out some of my old things, which is going to be a blast! No doubt I will be reminded more things to post about.

However in relation to my last post. We played the Indiana Jones game on the Wii. Beating up Germans with a piano, fighting them with plates and a whole host of other things, and just plain shooting them was great fun! Difficult, but fun. I do not own a Wii-Box so it is a rather big treat for me to play it, and getting to be Indiana Jenny again was just so much fun!

I shall update again with a bigger post as when I can think of something new that I want to confess; and have a bit more time.

Dr Jones, Dr Jones, Calling Dr Jones

They say that the first is the best and the hardest to get over, and mine is really no exception to this rule. I don’t recall exactly how old I was when I fell for the amazing Dr. Jones, but fall hard I did. I think like a lot of other women; who can’t resist a bit of Dr. Jones?

Naturally, with the age I was, I expressed my adoration in a mimic way. I had this straw hat with a blue band, a brown denim jacket, brown cords, a pretty neat fake bull-whip, which I am sure I still have somewhere! And called myself Indiana Jenny. It was pretty fun times all round really.

I even still have my Diary, which contains my own version of the Grail Diary from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. This diary also has a record of how many Gecko’s I was on a family holiday, which I don’t think has anything to do with anything at all!

I was a really big fan of the original three films, and as you can imagine, I was really hyped about the newer film coming out a few years ago. Sadly, I had let go of Dr. Jones by then, but it was really good to see him in action again even though the film left a lot to be desired. (In my humble opinion)
Still, to me, Dr Jones will always be the lost boy scout who belongs in a museum!

Being a fangirl over Dr Jones also taught me a valuable lesson in fangirling. Never get your hopes up. In my youth I can to the realization that Dr. Jones would never be real, no matter how much I wanted him to be. He would never come and save me from the mundane reality that was real life. Coming to that was actually pretty depressing at the time. Now however, I know that as long as I have a bit of fun with the people I fangirl over and that my obsessions inspire me and keep me creative and having fun; then they have done all that they can.

Thanks for the fun times Dr. Jones, and for the very valuable lesson in Fangirling.

"Will you read my Fanfiction?"

Believe it or not, I get asked this question a fair amount. Maybe it’s because I have been on for a long time? I don’t know why I get asked it, but I do.

My answer is always going to be the same; and I feel a bit mean for it, but my answer is always going to be a big, fat, NO.

“But Fangirl, your the Queen of Fangirls, thats mean.” I hear you cry!
And yes, it is seeing as people read mine and give me a review on the odd occasion and sometimes they even give me great tips and hints to improve my writing skills. All this is appreciated, although I don’t always read my reviews until months later cause I don’t tend to lurk on my Fanfiction account page, I just upload my stuff then move on to either write some more or just do something else for a while.
I don’t return the favour, I would love for me to have a reason or an excuse; like I don’t have the time or people don’t write stuff that I am interested in.

So why don’t I?
I guess it just comes down to the fact that whenever I have read Fanfiction 95% of it is crap.
Sorry, but that is just the hard boiled truth of it.

  • As far as I can tell, not many Fanfiction writers have the ability to get inside the head of another persons character and keep them In Character and true to themselves.
  • Also I really, really dislike slash. Homosexuality in homosexual characters is absolutely fine. However when you get say, Cloud bumming Sephiroth or Zack or… anyone really, it just doesn’t settle with me. Or Chris butt fucking Wesker, I’m sorry, just no. I mean, having Wesker wear a lilac shirt in the movie was bad enough character translation!
  • Poorly thought out characters make me want to cry. Sure; everyone likes getting the hot guy or girl, but no one is perfect. Yet so many Original Characters to go in these Fanfictions are. It makes me sad.
  • Personally, I have not seen an anime series for years. So there is often a topic or interest clash, but now I am just making up excuses.

Reading Fanfiction most often makes me rage. So why do I write it? By no means is my stuff perfect.
I write Fanfiction, because I find it fun. I put it on as an archive of my writing, nothing more.

Gosh, one day I’ll get the post I intended to write up!
Soz for rant!

Weekly Necromunda Report: 1

Not exactly much of a report this one, but the start of something new.

I didn’t initially plan to actually make this into a thing on here, but I thought it was pretty much in the boundaries of what I use this place for.
Anyway, Necromunda Gang. It kind of fits in with my fan-girling, purely because of who is in my Gang.
The role call so far consists of;

Rambo – Gang Leader
Terminator – Heavy
Alan “Dutch” Schaefer – Heavy
Hicks – Ganger
John McClane – Ganger.

On the way is Sgt Todd, of Soldier fame who I have the parts for, but have as of yet have not stuck him together.

These are the models so far, unsprayed, unpainted and in pretty basic starter glory, but here they are all the same.

My apologies for the pretty poor picture, I didn’t have my bigger camera charged so I had to use my smaller digital one.

It’s just a very basic dream-team so far, but it’ll be really good fun playing out a game with these guys and keeping myself inspired with action and the ideas will hopefully flow into fan-fiction and all manner of silly things like it.
Wish them luck, because with someone like me telling them what to do they will certainly need it!

A battle report shall be coming as soon as they have actually got a full gang, and played a battle.

Remember Wherever you go on sea or on land, you can’t ever hide from…

We all have to start on our journeys somewhere, and while I was thinking about where mine started, I actually thought of the wrong person, his entry will probably be coming along tomorrow if I can steal the time to update or Monday if not.

Then, suddenly, it dawned on me, for the longest time I have had a brother.

The most foul, vile, horrible, grog swilling brother anyone could ever hope for. Not, not only is it myself that has announced that we have a brother, my flesh and blood sister agrees as well.

His name, is Largo LeGrande.

That’s him there!
He is from the Amiga Game, Monkey Island 2, LeChucks Revenge. These we’re family games that we played when we were younger. I don’t recall our exact age, but we hadn’t moved house yet so we must have been pretty young.
My sister and I have always been pretty creative types, and I really hope she isn’t mad that I am writing this about us. Anyway, somehow we adopted Largo into our family unit and he has stayed there ever since. Last year, 2010, she did a painting for me of a couple of my original characters, Wars and Beee, and Largo was with them. This picture is now hung up on my wall in front of me as I type this out!

However what really sticks out about my fangirling over Largo was a very small joint story we wrote in which Largo sits down next to an unsuspecting civilian and would like one of his sandwiches. I believe the pasage went along the lines of;

Largo: “Give me one of your sandwiches.”
Civilian: “What’s the magic word?”
Largo: “Now!”

We weren’t very old, but that certainly was genius!

I don’t believe I ever really had a crush on Largo and I don’t believe my sister did either, but he was certain something special that we let into our lives and he has lodged himself there ever since never to let go again.


The fact that I’ve not had a blog since 2004ish concerns me somewhat. Most of them have died a bit of a death and are possibly still about somewhere rotting in the vast nothingness of the interspace.

So what is this place all about?
Honestly, I have no idea right now.

It’ll most likely just be my rambling thoughts and mush of the random things that I fangirl over. As that seems to be what makes up a lot of my life and thoughts!
That’s not to say that I am unhappy in my real life, I am, maybe a bit lonely at times after just moving to a new city and not knowing many people but that’ll change over time. No problems there.

A bit more about me, I am currently an Unemployed Student doing a BA in Illustration at Lincoln University, and my brain is possessed with the voices of fictional characters. I feel that I should be worried by this, but these voices are a comfort to me most of the time. Getting them to be quiet can be a bit of a pain, but acceptance that they are there is one of the harder hurdles to get over, which as you can read it well behind me.
What do they tell me? Well, Authors have their original characters talking to them all the time, telling them stories which they put onto paper. It’s a well known and common thing that a lot of authors admit to.
The difference to mine, is that these voices are already existing characters out there and well known by the general public, or some of them are anyway.
Some of them speak louder at times than others… how did we get onto this anyway?
You are probably now thinking that I am a bit mental, which is mostly true!!

But when you are compelled to do something and resist it, but it gets through the nets anyway, you do go a bit mad.
I think this blog may be used to keep some of that madness at bay!