What-Eva! I Do What I Want! Box from The Border Geek – TMNT, Star Wars, Predator, Oh My!

This video is worth clicking on just to hear Jason’s Eric Cartman impression in the opening. Do it. Do it right now!

In all seriousness though, we’ve got another awesome box of goodies from our buddy The Border Geek! Once again he’s hit the nail on the head with multiple of our fandoms, including things like TMNT, Predator, Deadpool, and more. He also sent something Jason’s been wanting for ages, and a super-special autographed print for me! Thank you again, Derek! It was all awesome!

Viewer Mail! A Box of Awesome Surprises from UK Dave! Comics, Pins, Funko Pop, Mystery Minis & More!

It never ceases to amaze me whenever someone mails a box (or envelope, as the case may be) of goodies to open on the channel, and Dave is a particularly awesome viewer – and friend! – who is amazing for passing on items that are leaving his collection to people he believes will appreciate them. So once again we have a pile of awesome items all the way from the UK, including variant cover comics, a gorgeous art print, enamel pins, shot glasses, and  toys/collectibles. Have a look to see the sweet haul Dave sent our way, and shoot us a comment to let us know which items are your favorites!

Dream Log – February 19th 2018 – Family Exploits & High School Headstrong

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What are your feelings about dreams? Are they meaningful or complete nonsense? Are they our brains trying to work through the compiled information of the day, or just random firing synapses shooting back a series of random garbled information back at us?

I personally have always subscribed to the idea that dreams are our subconscious trying to piece together a narrative based on recently gathered information, nearly-forgotten memories, deep-seated concerns, and other such things that we don’t much think about on a conscious level, but are always in the back of our minds trying to find a way to come out. The result may not always make any kind of sense that we can discern logically, but I suspect that if we’re able to look at our dreams in a subjective, unbiased kind of way, we can glean little tidbits about our mental states, fears and worries, deep-seated desires, or even just things we’ve forgotten about.

And, if nothing else, they can be pretty damn interesting sometimes.

With all that said, I thought I’d start keeping a dream log on here, whenever I have a dream that sparks my interest enough to still be remembered by the time I make it to my laptop. For years I’ve had extraordinarily detailed and vivid dreams, so I’ll try not to get overly detailed, or else these logs will be novelettes in and of themselves. ^_~

So without further ado, let’s move into the nighttime nonsense of February 19, 2018.


I had two dreams last night, and the first started off fairly mundane, with what seemed to be some kind of a family golf tournament on a large course that we had exclusively to ourselves. My parents were there, as well as my husband and step-father, and a smattering of aunts, uncles, and cousins. We were playing in two groups, but seemed to be staying very close together, and though the “golf tournament” part seemed obvious during the dream, upon later reflection I realize that at no point throughout the dream did anyone actually golf.

We instead were having some kind of a picnic in the middle of the course, complete with tables. We had a huge variety of food and were all eating away, except my father, who was simply sitting and staring into the distance, not talking to anyone. After some prodding I worked out that he wanted fries, which was something we didn’t have with us, and that was the only thing he wanted. It was rather petulant, but in the dream I was perfectly cheery about it and offered to walk all the way back to the club house to chop up some potatoes and throw them in the Actifry.

There’s a bit of a chunk missing from my memory here, but I recall that on the way back to the club house I noticed a lot of people coming and going, some of them relatives, many holding things like presents and flowers and the like, and I remember it occurred to me, in a vague kind of way, that one of my cousins was getting married here later.

So at some point I was finished with the potatoes and had them in the Actifry, and the plan was to take it back to the picnic to cook them (where the power was going to come from, I’m not sure). My father had somehow appeared at the club house with me, and was being very pokey and slow, which was really starting to annoy me, although I was still smiling and being very cheery about the whole thing. When we finally left the building, it was to find wedding preparations in full swing, with people walking around in formal gear, and my aunt and uncle welcoming guests to a podium with a guest book to sign. My father didn’t even seem to notice all the excitement, but I had a moment of dread, realizing that we’d all somehow forgotten that the wedding was happening today. In our casual clothes, carrying an Actifry, I lead my dad up to the guest book, and we smiled and chatted with my aunt and uncle while signing it, before simply walking past the entire setup and heading straight back to our picnic.

Instead of the picnic, however, we somehow ended up at a hotel. The majority of the family was staying in one large room that was like a mansion’s living room, while my husband and I and one other couple were staying in a very small one-bed room just next door down the hall.

A great number of random things seemed to start happening at once at this point. For one thing, I plugged in the Actifry and started it cooking, even though at this point it was nearly midnight. My uncle seemed to think that it would set off the fire alarms, but I assured him it wouldn’t. Meanwhile there was a balcony that connected the large room and the small one, and some of the smaller children went outside to play on it, but I ran over and called them back with clear panic, because there was no railing and I was sure they’d fall. At this point we were on the 30th floor, so falling would have been a death sentence, though I seemed to be the only one who realized this.

The number of people present seemed to double, making a very crowded room, and though it was the middle of the night there seemed to be constantly people coming and going from their rooms out in the hall. In the little room with my husband we were also keeping our two cats, and every time someone opened the door they would both take off down the hall, sometimes into the stairwell. We kept chasing them over and over again, getting more and more angry by the second, and every time I picked up the little one she would dig all four sets of claws into my arm, though I didn’t seem to notice at all.

For whatever reason, none of us were able to sleep. Bit by bit everyone drifted off for little naps, but no one got more than an hour or two. At the same time, the sun never rose, although I remember somehow knowing that a full day had passed and we were now into the second night at the hotel. Everyone was exhausted and there was a lot of emotion happening. I remember one guy – who isn’t a family member in real life, but in the dream he was the husband of a cousin – getting extremely emotional about something, crying and everything, and I was trying to comfort him. Simultaneously a few more kids tried to go out to play on the balcony and I ran off to scream at them to get inside.

A lot of what was happening at this point was very garbled and I can’t remember the timeline, but I know that at some point fire trucks started howling toward the hotel. My uncle blamed my Actifry, but it soon came to pass that the playground next door was on fire, although I never actually saw any flames. Simultaneously all the older adults left to go out to the hotel’s rear yard area, where the wedding party from the previous day was apparently still happening. There also seemed to be some construction going on in our hallway, making it twice as frustrating to try to catch the cats every time they escaped, and for whatever reason the hotel seemed to be on some kind of lock-down, so we weren’t allowed out.

The one other thing I remember is that at one point I was taking a shower, and for whatever reason this particular moment occurred on the first floor. I was right at ground level, and the shower had the ridiculous design of a full length window, so anyone walking by could see me in all my glory. That didn’t seem to bother me at all, at first, until a couple of construction guys wandered by and one snapped a picture with his cell, showed it to his mate, and they both ran off. After that I was enraged, although when my husband and the guy from earlier came in to see what I was shouting about, I made no attempt to cover myself up. All I did was write down the name on the side of the construction truck with the intention of calling to complain.


There was another dream as well, last night, with this one occurring back in high school. I often have dreams of returning to school, but this one was very different. Usually I have panicky dreams about realizing I’ve somehow missed all my math classes and am going to fail, but there was no panic in this dream at all. I felt like a confident, semi-popular girl in school, perfectly happy. The first half of the dream is a bit hazy, but I remember a witch of a woman who was like some kind of glorified hall monitor, and she was dolling out punishments for the most ridiculous things. One thing I can remember is a boy had a tack stuck to his shoe, and she gave him detention for it for some ungodly reason. There was also some odd thing about pants that I can’t quite recall…someone did something to their pants and needed a new pair, and it ended up in this chain of “this guy gives this guy a pair, but then needs a pair himself, so goes looking to this other guy for a pair” and so on and so forth.

There was something about a school game, but I can’t remember what the sport was. Half of me wants to say basketball and the other half wants to say hockey. The important part is that during the game messengers were going around handing out little love notes and the like, the way you might do in school on Valentine’s Day. I got one such package, and it was filled with enamel pins of things I love, like Sailor Moon, Power Rangers, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Though it had no note or anything, I somehow knew exactly who had sent it and went to confront him by basically tackling him and announcing him to be my boyfriend.

There was a bit in which my new boyfriend, my best friend, and I went back to my childhood home as though I still lived there, although we were hanging out in the bedroom I had as a child rather than the basement room I had as a teen. My parents kept poking their heads in the room, expecting to catch us doing things we shouldn’t be, but they never did.

There’s a bit of a garble, but then I was in a large, office-like room with my mother, who, it transpired, was actually the principal of the school. I wove a dramatic tale about the hall monitor woman from earlier, telling about all the different punishments she’d unfairly doled out to students doing absolutely nothing wrong. One particular story had something to do with a rollerblader grinding on a particular pole, and though I can’t remember the exact details, there was a whole story about how he was on some kind of school team and there were dozens of witnesses who would agree he’d been doing a legal move on proper equipment. Why rollerbladers? I have no idea.

In the end, my principal mother made the decision that no more punishments were to be given out without her agreement, and I became a school hero. I was running around the building looking for my boyfriend and best friend so I could tell them the whole story, and all along the way I was getting high fives and claps on the back from students who appreciated what I’d done. I remember feeling extremely elated, like I’d done something truly amazing and saved the school in the process. I was desperate to tell the story to everyone I met, and at one point I actually passed the monitor lady and received one hell of a scowl.

I don’t remember much more than that, aside from walking home with my friend, but I remember feeling that the world was going to be a much brighter place from here on out.


So those were my two dreams from last night, give or take a few dozen minor details. Any thoughts? Ideas? Concerns? Feel free to share in the comment section below, and also feel free to tell me what you think of dreams in general, what you think their purpose might be, and fell free to share some of your own! Cheers!

Huge Monster High Minis Blind Bag Haul! Opening 23 Mystery Vinyl Mini Figures!

Adrianna and I love to watch Monster High together (mommy’s can enjoy silly shows too, shut up!), so my little miss has been super excited to get into this blind bag haul of Monster High Minis figures from Mattel! We’re showing off her little collection thus far, and then opening 23 new figures, so come join us and see who we got! When you’re finished, you can pick up some Monster High Minis of your own on Entertainment Earth or Amazon!

Plans and Goals 2018: Week 7 Review

 

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I had…a terrible week. That’s not a set up for excuses and a lot of whining, it’s just an admission of miserable fact. I’m not sure exactly what was going on with my body this past week, but I have to preface this entire post by explaining that I spent nearly three full days – that’s 43% of the week, folks – with a raging, unstoppable migraine. I’ve experienced what I expect were migraines maybe three times in my life, and yet, last week? Three. Full. Days. Two of them consecutive. I seriously was beginning to think I’d just bash my head against a wall until I passed out, because the concussion would have been preferable to the continuous agonizing pulsations.

Whatever the reason for the sudden, relentless throbbing of my skull, I did eventually make my way to the pharmacy and discovered a wonderful product known as “acetaminophen with codeine”, and finally I was able to rid myself of the horror, but only after it had destroyed nearly half the week on me.

On TOP of that, I had the joy to begin experiencing some kind of ridiculously painful pinch in my right thumb that would pulse randomly around my wrist and up my forearm. I hate to self-diagnose, but as it was too late in the week to see a doctor by the time this cropped up, I took to the internet, and I’m fairly confident that the problem is the rubbing of a pair of tendons that run from the thumb up the side of the forearm. The site suggested that treatment would start with wrapping the wrist and avoiding repetitive motions, so I picked myself up a tension glove and did my best to use my left hand for as much as possible for a few days, but that made typing a slow, royal pain in the ass that made it very difficult to get anything done. My hand/arm is feeling much better now, and the glove I bought can be used as a brace to help avoid future overuse of the tendons and muscles in question, but for this past week in particular, I definitely lost some time and efficiency as a result of the injury.

So, with all that fun stuff in mind, let’s take a look at the few pain-free hours I did have throughout last week and see if I managed to squeeze anything decent out of them.


Plan #1: Focus more on Writing.
Dammit, the worst comes first. It should come as no surprise that writing in general took a bit of a back-seat to trying to convince myself away from that head-bashing idea, although all things considered it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

  • Goal #1: Write half a million words throughout the year. This is the one that hurts the most, because as I’ve been explaining each week, though I haven’t been hitting that 1370 words-per-day goal by a long shot, I have been slowly increasing my daily average each week, meaning that there was always forward momentum. This week I finally killed that momentum. I did write on the four days that I wasn’t writhing on the couch in agony, but it was all just blog posts, and some of them very quick, simple ones (video announcements, for instance). I probably could have written more here and there, but because of the thumb/wrist thing, I was slowed down to a miserable crawl and more or less gave up out of frustration. As a result of everything, I only wrote 3032 words for the entire week. That brings me up to a total of 34 801 words for the year so far, at an average of 725 words per day. So, as you see, my average has gone down since last week, sadly. That is extremely frustrating to me, after having watched it slowly move upward for six weeks in a row, so I’m dedicating myself to rectifying the situation in the coming week. Wish me luck!
  • Goal #2: Sell more books. Not much to report on this front. I haven’t been speaking to my shop-owner friend recently, and there’s been zero activity as far as online sales, so I simply have nothing to say. I’m still considering sending one of my self-published manuscripts off to that vanity publisher I spoke about last week, just to see what they say, but I haven’t found a free moment to go through my files and actually get it done yet. Of course, I’m still looking for other methods of self-advertising, as always, but I haven’t come across anything interesting-looking recently.
  • Goal #3: Complete and publish The Other World: Book Two. Nothing to report here either. As mentioned above, I only managed to do blog posts last week, and when I had a few moments to finally work on the manuscript, it was the first day of the epic migraines that threatened to murder me. Then there was the issues with my  hand as well, so in the end I wound up doing nothing at all. I’m very annoyed with myself for this, because the more time I go without looking at the manuscript, the harder it is to keep everything as a cognitive whole in my head, but given the circumstances of the week I’m trying not to be too hard on myself.

Plan #2: Focus more on YouTube.
I’ll be upfront and admit that we’ve been slacking a little on the YouTube front recently, although I’ll also proudly say that we’ve been getting some related stuff done, which has been making me very happy. In week 7 we put a hard push into working on the basement, and as a result it’s actually starting to look like something I’d be proud to show off. Jason got more art, comics, and signatures up on the wall, in addition to hanging up a second pin board to hang our geeky keychains on. I shifted a bunch of stuff around so that we could hide most of the to-be-opened pile, as well as the to-be-sent-to-other-people and to-trade/sell piles, so now the main basement area is almost entirely clear of clutter, with more walking space than we’ve had since we first started filming down there. Add to that that we’ve done some more work on the shelves, and I’ve rearranged a few things so that some of my favorite stuff is more visible, plus a bit of cleaning, throwing out of garbage, and disposing of more boxes, and I’m just genuinely really happy with the way the basement is looking. There’s still more to be done, for sure, but I wouldn’t be embarrassed to have people down there now, and that’s honestly really saying something.

  • Goal #1: Film more often. I can’t honestly say that filming videos has been on the forefront of my mind in February thus far, especially when compared to how excellently we did in January, but I did manage to film one video, which was a kind of Valentine’s day toy haul with Jason. We had intended to do more, but, again…migraines. And on top of that, when my migraines did finally abate, Jason had sinus issues that snagged us up. So in the end it was just the one video for week 7.
  • Goal #2: Put more focus into, and have more fun with, the social media aspect. Despite everything else I’ve already admitted to failing at in week 7, I can honestly say that migraines and wrist pain didn’t keep me away from the social media this week. Mainly, the reason was because Toy Fair was on in New York this past weekend, and that’s kind of a big deal for toy people. Most of my activity was on Twitter, but I went a little nuts sharing the sneak peaks, upcoming hints, and prototype reveals for all the new toys and collectibles from our favorite companies. There’s some amazing stuff coming out in the near future, especially for horror fans, so if you don’t follow me on Twitter already, you really should take a swing over to my account and check out some of the stuff I’ve been sharing. My wallet is crying with anticipation, let me tell you!

#3: Focus more on myself.
Honestly, I feel a little bad even thinking about this one right now, since I spent nearly three full days just curled up on the couch, begging Jason and Adrianna to keep the noise down, and hiding under a blanket with my phone on the lowest brightness setting. But, much as it may make me feel a little selfish, those days were not “me time”, which I still deserved one way or another.

  • Goal #1: Take time daily to read/watch/play. That said, I didn’t really get that “me time”. I did get a bit here and there… On the worst day of the migraines I curled up in bed and watched Supernatural for a few hours. And I’ll definitely admit to a bit of Pokemon TCG Online. That said, I didn’t get much in as far as media consumption. We did watch the new Hellraiser movie – which I’ll be reviewing shortly – but I haven’t even touched any of my TBR comics yet, I still haven’t finished A Clockwork Orange from last month’s TBR, and I haven’t touched a real video game since early in week 6. I’m definitely going to have to try to find (or make) some time to get to some of this stuff in week 8, because I’ve been genuinely dying to read those comics and I’m going to be very miffed if it doesn’t happen until March.
  • Goal #2: Stay active, but don’t obsess. I’m still gaining weight. Trying really, really hard not to look at the scale, but it’s an unhealthy addiction. I’m currently only a few pounds away from where I was when I was nine months pregnant, and although I’m carrying that weight in a much different (and more even) way right now, that’s still an incredibly annoying thought. If I could even lose 5 lbs it would bring me back down to a mildly reasonable number that doesn’t make me want to gag, so someone lay some voodoo on me, would ya? In all seriousness though, I haven’t been particularly active, apart from a few short Just Dance sessions with the kid and a bit of cleaning, but I am having moderate success with a related endeavor: drinking a proper amount of water. I’ve never been good at that, but recently I discovered that I wasn’t even aiming for the proper number in the first place…I was about 12 oz too low. Upon discovering this, I downloaded an app called ‘Drink Water Aquarium” to help me remember to drink, and so far it’s been working really well. I only started a few days ago, but I’ve managed to hit my goal two days in a row and didn’t drink a sip of pop in those two days, so that’s actually major progress for me. Here’s hoping it keeps up!

So that was that! Week 7 was a bit of a write-off because of the physical frustrations, but I still managed to get a bit accomplished here and there, and am on my way toward making some genuinely healthy lifestyle changes so, you know what? I’ll take it. Let’s just wipe our hands of week 7 and move forward with our heads held high, yes? Yes. Sounds like a plan!

How was your week? Were you able to accomplish anything? Do anything fun? Make any progress toward your own goals? Feel free to share!