Hot Dogs for the Homeless!

Here I go again! It’s time to do something ridiculous for a good cause!

The donation link is now live

So, what silliness will inspire you to donate? Just $5 gets you a chance at a prize. What other madness would you like to see? I’m not a skilled enough gamer to get you a speed run on anything. But I could be convinced to take a life-sized cardboard cutout of the duck hunt dog we all love to hate out to the woods and show him some 12 gauge justice.











You know you want to see that happen, right? If my readers can drum up $100, we’ll make it happen. (email me your receipts jennifer AT injennifershead DOT com) I’ll keep a running total.

Ideas for additional goals? Drop them in the comments. I may even have a couple of things I could auction off for the cause. Stay tuned.

ETA: Hot Dogs for the Homeless is a registered 501c3. Information available by request.

$15 $20 $100 so far! Boom! It is done.

How Much Did They Pay You to Spy on Us?

Two dollars and fifteeeeeen cents!

























Lock up your sons!

This was actually one of the vendors. Told us this was something she threw together at the last minute. Rockin’ it!

I bought a tiara with a skull cameo on it for my sister-in-law from her. Which I failed to get a picture of. You shall just have to wait on that one until she works it into one of her fab hair-dos.

You Are Not Alone

I’m no stranger to depression, and I’m glad everyone is talking about it. As I said elsewhere

I, for one, am glad we’re talking about this. Depression lies and not even fame and fortune can drown it out. Of course, his decision wasn’t right, but he apparently felt like it is all he had. And the very fact that so many were touched by his life and feeling the loss proves that he was wrong. Proves that he did mean something to so many people. Maybe someone else that is feeling so alone can hear that message and make a better choice. Calling it selfish is cruel over-simplification. Instead, lets point out the ripples of heartache and pain. Focus on the brilliance and the gifts bestowed on all of us. The tragedy of it all is that he forgot. Depression’s lies drowned out everything else for him. 
There are many of us out there that fight with depression on a regular basis. The extroverts among us usually hide it pretty well. To see someone that seemed to be winning that battle lose it after so many years is rough. I haven’t seen anyone celebrating or glorifying his death, instead pointing out the tragedy of a life ended too soon.

The pain of depression is very, very real. The desire to end it all to make it go away is strong. Don’t. Even if you escape your demons in the end, you leave them for someone else. Someone you love will find you and they will have to deal with not only your remains but the very demons you hoped to silence. And some new ones as well.

When it feels like it is too much, get help. It probably is too heavy for you to lift alone. One man couldn’t lift a train, but it was nothing when the burden was shared. Your load is no different, and you will be amazed at how many will volunteer to lift it.

Depression lies. Depression tells you that you are alone and that you don’t matter. It tells you that no one cares. Depression kills but only if you let it. Only if you listen. Depression speaks with the devil’s tongue.

You, the real you-the one behind the mask, matter. Peek around that wall. You are not alone. Your spark is precious.

Yesterday, depression lied to 22 veterans and 1 Robin Williams. The monkey stopped dancing, and I’m not laughing. Tomorrow it will lie to more people. We need to keep talking about it. Maybe if we do, we’ll start to drown out the lies.

Jenny, the Blogess, linked a piece she wrote earlier this year that deserves re-reading. I’ll just leave you with her words.

Tell someone that you love them, or that they’re important.  And tell yourself.  Because it’s true.

Star Wars Cosplay

I’m still swamped, so more cosplay photos for you! Since you already met Lando, how about the rest of the Star Wars players?

Star Wars Kids

The little ones are always my favorites

And a Sith

And a Sith

Spot the tiny Han Solo!

Spot the tiny Han Solo!

Why yes, that is a Slave Leia

Why yes, that is a Slave Leia

We even had to get into the Star Wars action!

(Click pics for bigger)

These are all from SoonerCon a few weeks ago. Enjoy!

So We Met This Guy

As promised, I’ve got some cosplay pics that I will be sharing in tiny teasing snippets because I need the content to keep you interested.

But first, I am beyond excited that to tell you that I got to meet this guy










To be really honest, I met this guy


Same difference, right?

I’m not gonna lie. For a minute there, I thought he really was Billy Dee Williams, and I totally had a fangirl squee moment.

He was super nice and not at all weirded out by my wide eyed stalker-ish actions. As is true of every cosplayer I’ve encountered, he was flattered and quite obliging when I asked for a picture.