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<editorsnote>Hi, I'm Jen Friel, and we here at TNTML examine the lives of nerds outside of the basements and into the social media, and dating world. That, and we say the word fuck a lot - hope that doesn't offend you. Haha who am I kidding, I don't care. </editorsnote>
What an amazing first stage show!! I am humbled ... I am excited ... I am sore as a motherfucker.
This attack didn't take away the stage show, but I can't remember a time I have ever been so rattled. I compartmentalized enough to actually pull everything off, but now I need to cry.
My brain is still hurting from the concussion and laceration - and I can't remember a time I have been so scared.
I need to rest today nerderinos. I'll explain to you all the story soon. It was very random, the person had no idea who I was - I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time with a Star Wars tumbler in hand on my way to a fucking comic book shop.
This could not have been any nerdier, but I can't stop calling my parents because I'm genuinely so scared.
The show was amazing, but now I need to cry.
Again being a people magnet can be GREAT when it comes to launching a business, or performing in a stage show - but can completely suck when it comes to random acts such as this.
I cannot believe I have staples in my head ... thank you all so so so much for the love, and support tonight - but excuse please ... here come the waterworks.
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Helenna. We met on twitter not too long ago, and she's totes mcgotes one rad chiquita banana with a flare for all things flair! That's right, Helenna here is what we call an artsy fartsy nerd. She's a poet, into all things dramatic arts, and she's going to come on board to write each week about her love of said drama. Well not like actual drama drama, like some cat fight shit - but you get the idea.
I only have one thing left to say ... HIT IT HELENNA!!! </editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @Helslevy
Not gonna lie. I’m pretty freaking excited! But disclaimer….I’m taking off my nerd glasses for this post and putting on my geek cape!
Yes, it’s true, I don’t have quite as much geek cred as the ladies I am on this panel with. But, the little burgeoning geek in me is very very happy and jumping up and down like a freaking Oompa Loompa on crack.
See I may not have a crazy amount of trivia in my brain about comics and characters, but I definitely have my fair share of geek out knowledge when it comes to anything Joss Whedon and also… zombies. There are other things I geek out about too, but those are the 2 major fields of my geekdom. And can I just say…. Cabin In The Woods? Hellz YES!!!
Why is the fact that this panel is going to WonderCon so freaking exciting to me?
Well…aside from the obvious “it’s WonderCon,” the words “speaking on a Comic-Con panel”are literally staring at me right now from my “vision board.” And Comic-Con and WonderCon are put on by the same company. Yes! Manifest destiny baby!
Aside from the fact that I get to hang and talk with my favorite geeky ladies in the whole wide world, I’m really excited to be able to plug my latest animated online series that I produced with my husband and which will be released by the time we are on the panel. It’s called “Girl and Boy”and I am super stoked to share it with the world.
This is our teaser vid:
I’ve spent the last 4 years learning everything I could cram into my brain about the online web series world ever since recording my very first vlog in October of 2008. Since then I have produced “The Day Player,”“The Ex-Convict’s Guide,”“Songs From,” and 97 epsiodes of my vlog“Helenna’s Tinseltown Tuesdays” all as a somewhat experimental foray into the web world. I am a member of the IAWTV (International Academy of Web Television) and absolutely LOVE the web series community.
All this being said, I am really stoked to be launching “Girl and Boy” with my husband Barry W. Levy. It’s “high brow potty humor, for the low brow comedy lover,” and I’m excited that I’ll be able to talk about this project at WonderCon since it fits right in with the whole comic aspect of the convention!
Aside from all of that, I’m so stoked to be on this panel is because these women are AMAZING!!!! All of these ladies are super proactive go-getters who are completely taking their careers into their own hands and ROCKIN’ IT! Mad props to Kristen Nedopak, Stephanie Thorpe, Jessica Mills,Cricket (Crix) Lee, and Leah Cevoli! I am honored to be in your company!
If you want to “learn how each of these smart and sexy ladies built their unique, individual brands and gain insight into the struggles and success of creating your own work, from networking to production, to marketing…and staying sane along the way,” then come and join us atWonderCon on Saturday, March 17th, 2012 from 5:30 - 6:30 Room 207ABC!
#geekgirlscreate and #nerdsunite OH YEAH!!! #xoxo hels
I am working from bed this morning still resting after my attack last night (watch the video here). The stage show is still a go, and who knows maybe with short term memory loss it will be even that much more HILARIOUS!! And who knows, maybe with this short term memory loss it will be even that much more HILARIOUS!!!
Wait, did I just say that? I feel like I did ... but I don't really know ... ah fuck. Quiet Friel.
I've been performing since I was two, and the earliest mantra that I ever learned was that "the show must go on." This fucker broke my Star Wars tumbler last night, and took away my night at Meltdown Comics ... but he shall never TAKE AWAY THE STAGE SHOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
We're still on like donkey kong, which is great because I TOTALLY heart donkey kong.
okey dokey, going to get some more rest. Click here for the deets on the show, and the after party will be at Barneys Beanery in West Hollywood (Santa Monica and La Cienega). See you all there!!
PS. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS, TWEETS, FACEBOOK MESSAGES, EMAILS, TEXTS, SMOKE SIGNALS. This mother fucker messed with the wrong community and his shit is GOING DOWN!!!
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Megan. (Yes, another one!) I met her at the #20SB summit in Chicago, and she's a really really really rad chica. She's here today to tell you about a little problem that she has. Megan is what we would call an over-dreamer. Not an overachiever because an overachiever actually achieves something ... Megan dreams, and that's it. And here is her story ... HIT IT MEGAN!! </editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Megan Hannay
After things ended with my first real ever boyfriend, I embraced my liberation for a few months. I was still living in North Carolina at the time, but I had my sights set on San Francisco, and I didn’t want a relationship to get in the way.
A few months later, when I got to San Francisco, I decided to try out OkCupid. Just, you know, to meet new friends and all.
I went on dates with a handful of guys. Thinking about it, my OkCupid period could probably be a blog post or two by itself. There was the guy who was the head of a startup, and who knew my bosses (so glad that relationship didn’t happen – would have been sooo awkward). There was the guy who left me a series of beautiful notes in a Murakami book in Borders, even before we’d met in person.
And then there was the guy who seemed so into me on our first date, and so weirdly arrogant, that I was immediately turned off.
That, as it turns out, was the second serious relationship for this overdreamer. The one I always knew I shouldn’t date.
Okay, so how the eff did a bad date turn into a relationship?
I didn’t feel any chemistry. He didn’t seem like my type. I could tell already that he wasn’t as imaginative or intuitive as the kind of guy I was looking for. And that fact that he really liked me even though I didn’t much like him left me feeling even more turned off. Basically, I left the date thinking I’d never see this guy again.
But I didn’t count on how persistent he would be. Like your typical dude, he’d found something (er…I guess I’m a someone) that he couldn’t have, and that made him want me all the more. He asked me out to the movies a few days later, just “as friends.” That time around, he wasn’t so nervous, and he didn’t seem to be crushing on me as hard. And he was rather cute. He told me some personal stories about his family (why is it that hearing about a guy’s family always makes him more endearing?!?!), and he was so very different from my first boyfriend (even in little ways, like not being impatient to get out of the movie theater as soon as the film was over) that I began to rethink things.
And then I found out he was a good kisser. Like. Really really good. We had sexual chemistry for sure. And that about sealed the deal for me. Once I was in, I let those pretty beginning-of-relationship feelings carry me away, and I forgot about the flaws I’d seen early on. They just didn’t bother me anymore.
“Anymore” lasted for about a month.
And then the rains came.
The problem Guy #2 and me was that we just didn’t get each other. I’m a dreamer. He’s more of a practical guy. I would make funny jokes about situations that could never exist, and he would give me funny looks. I would ask him to tell me a story while we were snuggled up in bed, and he’d refuse. I’d cook by taking my meat of choice and 3-5 vegetables and sticking them in a frying pan with olive oil and spices. He’d cook coordinated, planned meals. With rules and bake times.
We just didn’t make sense.
Oh, and we argued a lot. He’s a bit controlling (just…a bit…), and I’m a bit hot tempered at times (again…just a bit!). Turns out those traits don’t go very well together. Neither of us was very patient with the other, which didn’t help when we found plenty of things to disagree on.
The stupid overdreamer Megan!
After 3 or 4 months, I knew it wasn’t going to work out with Guy #2. I just knew it. I’m the kind of girl that doesn’t really see the point of dating if I knew we can’t go the long haul together, and there was no way I could see a successful future with him. But I didn’t end it. I couldn’t end it. Still. In spite of everything, I cared about him, and the thought of hurting someone I cared about was so unpleasant.
Plus, I could always imagine that things would get better.
Of course, they didn’t.
Looking back, one of the biggest issues with this relationship, at least on my part, was that I was too much of a dreamer. I had such an idealized vision of my partner in my head, and when he didn’t live up to my expectations (which, being so different, he often didn’t), I became upset and disappointed.
Our relationship finally ended after a particularly bad argument. We’d attended his uncle’s wedding together. It was a glorious backyard affair with a jazz band and lovely food, and it was a warm summer night, and they had white lights and flowers all around this massive garden of a backyard. What a perfect place to have a romantic time, the dreamer in me thought. Except, the boy didn’t want to dance. Not once, not all night long. He would not dance.
We got into an awful fight about wedding dancing that night, and it was over a few days later.
I don’t know why it took me six months to learn this lesson: when dating is involved, I need to listen to my gut. Always. I had to date the wrong guy for half a year to learn that sometimes you can’t overdream your way into a good relationship.
After things ended with my first real ever boyfriend, I embraced my liberation for a few months. I was still living in North Carolina at the time, but I had my sights set on San Francisco, and I didn’t want a relationship to get in the way.
A few months later, when I got to San Francisco, I decided to try out OkCupid. Just, you know, to meet new friends and all.
I went on dates with a handful of guys. Thinking about it, my OkCupid period could probably be a blog post or two by itself. There was the guy who was the head of a startup, and who knew my bosses (so glad that relationship didn’t happen – would have been sooo awkward). There was the guy who left me a series of beautiful notes in a Murakami book in Borders, even before we’d met in person.
And then there was the guy who seemed so into me on our first date, and so weirdly arrogant, that I was immediately turned off.
That, as it turns out, was the second serious relationship for this overdreamer. The one I always knew I shouldn’t date.
Okay, so how the eff did a bad date turn into a relationship?
I didn’t feel any chemistry. He didn’t seem like my type. I could tell already that he wasn’t as imaginative or intuitive as the kind of guy I was looking for. And that fact that he really liked me even though I didn’t much like him left me feeling even more turned off. Basically, I left the date thinking I’d never see this guy again.
But I didn’t count on how persistent he would be. Like your typical dude, he’d found something (er…I guess I’m a someone) that he couldn’t have, and that made him want me all the more. He asked me out to the movies a few days later, just “as friends.” That time around, he wasn’t so nervous, and he didn’t seem to be crushing on me as hard. And he was rather cute. He told me some personal stories about his family (why is it that hearing about a guy’s family always makes him more endearing?!?!), and he was so very different from my first boyfriend (even in little ways, like not being impatient to get out of the movie theater as soon as the film was over) that I began to rethink things.
And then I found out he was a good kisser. Like. Really really good. We had sexual chemistry for sure. And that about sealed the deal for me. Once I was in, I let those pretty beginning-of-relationship feelings carry me away, and I forgot about the flaws I’d seen early on. They just didn’t bother me anymore.
“Anymore” lasted for about a month.
And then the rains came.
The problem Guy #2 and me was that we just didn’t get each other. I’m a dreamer. He’s more of a practical guy. I would make funny jokes about situations that could never exist, and he would give me funny looks. I would ask him to tell me a story while we were snuggled up in bed, and he’d refuse. I’d cook by taking my meat of choice and 3-5 vegetables and sticking them in a frying pan with olive oil and spices. He’d cook coordinated, planned meals. With rules and bake times.
We just didn’t make sense.
Oh, and we argued a lot. He’s a bit controlling (just…a bit…), and I’m a bit hot tempered at times (again…just a bit!). Turns out those traits don’t go very well together. Neither of us was very patient with the other, which didn’t help when we found plenty of things to disagree on.
The stupid overdreamer Megan!
After 3 or 4 months, I knew it wasn’t going to work out with Guy #2. I just knew it. I’m the kind of girl that doesn’t really see the point of dating if I knew we can’t go the long haul together, and there was no way I could see a successful future with him. But I didn’t end it. I couldn’t end it. Still. In spite of everything, I cared about him, and the thought of hurting someone I cared about was so unpleasant.
Plus, I could always imagine that things would get better.
Of course, they didn’t.
Looking back, one of the biggest issues with this relationship, at least on my part, was that I was too much of a dreamer. I had such an idealized vision of my partner in my head, and when he didn’t live up to my expectations (which, being so different, he often didn’t), I became upset and disappointed.
Our relationship finally ended after a particularly bad argument. We’d attended his uncle’s wedding together. It was a glorious backyard affair with a jazz band and lovely food, and it was a warm summer night, and they had white lights and flowers all around this massive garden of a backyard. What a perfect place to have a romantic time, the dreamer in me thought. Except, the boy didn’t want to dance. Not once, not all night long. He would not dance.
We got into an awful fight about wedding dancing that night, and it was over a few days later.
I don’t know why it took me six months to learn this lesson: when dating is involved, I need to listen to my gut. Always. I had to date the wrong guy for half a year to learn that sometimes you can’t overdream your way into a good relationship.
Was walking to a show at Meltdown Comics en route back from picking up a Star Wars tumbler for our first live stage show tomorrow ... and I got attacked pretty viciously.
Just got back from the hospital, but am now the proud owner of these bad boys ...
I very literally felt my brain hit my skull.
Never ever ever experienced anything like it.
BUUUUTTTTTTT I was taken first into the ER, and am now safe back in my apartment listening to Chumbawumba.
You knocked me down you MOTHER FUCKER but citizens of Los Angeles chased your ass, you are now in jail - AND YOU ARE NEVER KEEPING THIS NERD DOWN!!!
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
Story in the morning. Excuse me while I continue shouting this song from the top of my lungs ...
Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 2:18AM
