Here’s a very Los Angeles moment of “WTF did I just see!?”

I rolled up and stopped at light in front of a liquor store a couple blocks from my apartment. I noticed to my left, a very rotund, clearly homeless dude was pointing towards a small fire of what looked to be those coupon papers that you always get un-wantingly shoved into your mailbox. (What the fuck are those things? How can I stop them? Anyway…)

The guy went from pointing to the small fire to wandering over towards it, as another bundled-up, clearly homeless woman, who was sitting in the alley way to the side of the liquor store, started yelled his name. Although it sounded less like a name and more like two unintelegable syllables. “ahBEE ahBEE stop that. Stop that. ahBEE STOP THAT.” She screamed as the guy started stomping on the small raging fire with his big ‘ol boots.

Looking on from the entrance to the liquor store, were two patrons: one guy with a cell phone in his hand, one lady with a jug of water in hers. I stared at them, wondering when the lady with the water jug was going to — you know — POUR WATER ON THE FIRE. Or perhaps when the man with the cell phone would — you know — CALL SOMEONE.

Neither of these things happened.

“ahBEE” continued to stomp on the fire, as the bundled-up lady proceeded to yank on his arm. At one point, ahBEE’s boot caught on fire, and I went to snatch my phone to call 911. Fuck getting a ticket for cell phone-ing while driving, I was NOT about to watch a man burn up in flames while a woman with a jug full of water did NOTHING. But somehow he not only managed to put out the fire, but his boot un-caught on fire. Dah fuk?

Then it got weirder, and by weirder I mean perfect… Read More

Our dog is going blind: The good, the bad, the questionable parenting

Jackson has cateracts

Jackson’s eyes went from looking a little weird when the light hit them just so. To bad — “oh hey, yeah, his eyes are looking kind of cloudy… I should probably Google that some time.” To worse — just about everyone noticed his eyes looking strange and cloudy at the Shark Attackiversary. Just two months ago, in August, we had a party with just about the same cast of characters and no one noticed anything off about Jackson, two months later, it’s being brought up constantly.

They got that bad, that fast, and we were both REALLY worried.

They day after the party, Jacksons cloudiest eye was also red and irritated, so Aaron took him to the vet the next day. (Yes, just Aaron.)

Wanna hear the good news/bad news/good news, with some questionable parenting thrown in for good measure? Read More

It was all rainbows and nerds at Comikaze 2014

comicake rainbows and nerds

I went to Comikaze with Ken Napzok to watch talented friends share their talents on various panels — which makes me feel lucky enough. But we got lost on the way in, and, in doing so, saw a huge rainbow that stretched across the sky, looking as if it ended at the Hollywood sign in the distance. I think that was a sign of great things to come, because it ended up being one of my favorite days ever… Read More

My parents made me grossly over-estimate how much black tie would be inolved in my adulthood

Two separate black tie events I attended with my father.  Yes, I grew up in Downton Abbey.

Two separate black tie events I attended with my father. Yes, I grew up in Downton Abbey.

Growing up with rich, socialite-y parents is confusing when you grow up to become a middle class weirdo…

When I was a child, I have TONS of memories of seeing my father in a tuxedo — seriously the man OWNED a tux, like “yes, I will be requiring this outfit for more than one occasion” — and my mother in an evening gown. Hell, my mother had an “evening gown section” of her walk-in closet-that-was-really-a-room. The heavy drapes of velvet and sequined fabric (it was the ’80s) became one of my favorite hide-and-seek spots.

I’m sure I’m mis-remembering, but it seemed like every month, my parents had a black tie event to attend. I’d watch them get ready — dad setting out his tux and shoes in his closet, then fussing with his cufflinks at the dresser, and mom glamorously accessorizing her stunning dress, then sitting down at her vanity to expertly apply makeup.

Hell, I even attended my fair share of black tie events as a child — wearing itchy, poofy dresses with gloves or giant bows, and those horribly-stiff, shiny-black, patent leather Mary Janes.

I had built up such a collection of fucking GOWNS, by the time I was in college, that I had more dresses to wear to balls and galas then to a your run-of-the-mill formal-ish parties. As I started getting rid of all my gowns — realizing that they were just taking up precious closet space — I thought, “WTF, mom and dad. Black tie was clearly NOT going be a major part of my social life like I thought it would be.”

I think I’ve attended ONE black tie event as a grown up — I was my mom’s date to the wedding of a childhood friend, held at The Los Angeles Country Club (yet another thing that, as a child, I thought would be more a part of my adult life). I ended up wearing the dress I wore to my cousins’ black tie wedding, held when I was in high school. (THAT dress, I kept, because it could make a good Black Swan costume one day.)

Recently, my mom and my friend Drew got into some weird designer gown discussion on Instagram… Read More

Adventures in Adventure Time Halloween costumes

meggyfin does Steampunk Princess Bubblegum

Last Halloween, I was finally able to unveil my costume that took me all year to put together: Steampunk Princess Bubblegum — based on this drawing.

Here’s how I pulled this off without sewing anything:

steampunk princess bubblegum details

* Princess Bubblegum headband
* Pink Elope Radioactive Aviator Glasses
* Renaissance Maiden Costume
* Pink cosplay wig
* Malco Modes Mid-Thigh Length Pettipant Bloomers
* Corset and pouch from Clockwork Couture
* Prospectress Boot
* Pink tights

adventure time steampunk

I was in good company with Adventure Time fun — Punk Rock PB and Finn, Marshall Lee and Fionna.

This year, I’m continuing on with the Adventure Time Halloween theme, but with a LOT less preparation. I’m not going to a huge Halloween party, but I’m going to a Halloween-themed dance club night. This means my costume needs to be lighter and danceable. I also have purple hair this year, and I didn’t want to sweat in a wig. So… the obvious answer became LUMPY SPACE PRINCESS!

lumpy space princess glasses

I already have purple hair, and a purple dress, so the only thing left to do was snag these glasses and I had a $12 costume!

I lumping LOVE Adventure Time costumes!

I’m consuming way too much Scottish pop culture

I'm consuming way too much Scottish pop culture

I ran out of shit to read, and it was these comments on an Offbeat Home post that convinced me to download Outlander. Which, okay, is written by a chick who lives in Arizona, but it’s FULL of Scottish history, and like, you know, one sexy-ass Scottish dude.

And then I finished watching all of Call the Midwife and Netflix recommended a show called Monarch of the Glen, and I’m all Scottish laird what now? It’s fucking AWESOME. It’s like Northern Exposure meets Downton Abbey… in Scotland… with a super-Megan-type actor. (Seriously, the moment Aaron saw this guy he was like “you have a crush on him, don’t you?) And I’m binge watching all seven fucking seasons.

Which means, at this point I’m up to my eyeballs in kilts, accents, and gorgeous scenery. And I’m asking my husband questions about the Finley lineage that he has no answers to. Only to say things like, “Yeah, I’ve been told we’re from Scotland.” “I think we have a family crest… something with an eagle?” “Look Megan, I don’t now, I don’t care, why am I even looking this shit up right now?”

So, at this point I’m itching to visit Scotland. Like DY-ING. Aaron’s probably also itching to let me go to Scotland, if anything but to stop hearing me imitating the accent. “Aye, ye fucking wee mutts. Stop yer bloody yapping. I’ll get ye fed…”

This is all to say, if anyone wants to take a trip to Scotland sometime next year, I’d TOTALLY be down to go! Or who do I know that wants to play host to me in Scotland?