Valentines day is slowly creeping around the corner and whilst I don’t usually bother with the commercial holiday, I couldn’t help but find some cute geeky card ideas that put a smile on my face. So I hope one of these puts a smile on yours whether you have a Valentine this year or not!
Yesterday my friend sent me a txt with a link to a Russian advertising company who had come up with an idea for horror themed ice lollies. Now, the kid in me absolutely loves the idea! Who wouldn’t want to walk down the street sucking on Freddy Krueger in sizzling hot weather?! Whilst the flavours don’t sound exactly brilliant (apparently they’re still in development stages so who knows where it’ll go…), the product idea got me thinking about some of the film themed candy I’d occasionally eaten as a child. So here is another very picture heavy post on the type of sweet treats Lydia would stock in her very own candy shop. I’m sure there’s something for everyone! And hey, maybe you’ve tried one or two of them before in the past…
Freddy Krueger bubble gum
Minnie Mouse candy apples
Marvel Superhero candy sticks. I used to love candy sticks as a kid, the one type of sweet that seems to be endorsed by all cartoons, comics, films and television shows!
Now these are sweets I woud have killed to have had as a child. Jurassic Park has been one of my favourite films since I was four and I don’t remember anything like this being out in the shops, I’m guessing they were American? Either way, the four year old me is extremely jealous of anyone who had them!
This is kind of cute, some rip-off Freddy Krueger inspired bubble gum in the shape of a VHS tape!
I also find these absolutely adorable, too cute to eat!
I do actually own some of these, still wax-sealed and unopened from 1980 with the gum stick still intact. Would never open them now but they’re sweet little items to add to a collection.
I have made no secret of the fact that I bloody love cake. Cream cakes, sponge cake, birthday cake, iced cake, cupcakes, cake – I love it (but not ginger cake, carrot cake or fruit cake). So this Easter I thought ‘What’s better than chocolate?’. The answer, chocolate cake. Inspired by some incredibly delicious WWE themed cupcakes that a friend of mine made for my boyfriend’s recent birthday, I decided to search the internet for the cakes that pleased my inner geek. And boy, did I find some impressive spectacles. I warn you, this post is another that’s very heavy on the pictures but they are all well worth the waiting time to load. Have credited where I can but if you spot your cake on here and it’s not credited, tell me and I’ll add it in! Ladies and gents, I present a few of the geekiest cakes I could find. If you know of any others, leave a link in the comments box below!
Watchmen cupcakes by Sweet Lizzy’s Cupcakes
Avengers birthday cake
Corpse Bride wedding cake
Friday 13th birthday cake by Your Happy Baker
Pokemon cupcakes by Polkadots
Star Wars Millennium Falcon birthday cake
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles birthday cake
Jurassic Park cake by CMNY cakes
Sailor Moon cupcakes by The Sweet Treat Leap
Alien inspired wedding cake
Sonic birthday cake
Evil Dead inspired cake by Karen Zinna
Star Wars Max Rebo birthday cake
Twin Peaks cupcakes
Where The Wild Things Are wedding cake
Cheetara birthday cake
Back To The Future cake
Death Proof cupcakes by Clares Cupcakes
A Nightmare Before Christmas wedding cake
Little Shop of Horrors cupcakes by Shane Russell
Star Wars ATAT cake
Alien themed cake
Ghostbusters wedding cake by Charm City Cakes
Indiana Jones golden idol cake
Friday 13th cupcakes by Alicia Zak
A Nightmare on Elm Street cake
Ramona Flowers bag cake by jennyvier
Star Trek Borg cupcakes
Kill Bill birthday cake by Cake Rhapsody
Frankenstein and his Bride wedding cake, complete with angry mobsters!
WallE birthday cake
Thundercats cupcakes by The Baking Bird
Buffy the Vampire Slayer cake by Cake Nouveau
Evil Dead cake
Scott Pilgrim cupcakes by sweetheartcupcake
King Kong inspired cake by Rosebud Cakes
Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask cake
Vintage comic book cakes by Charm City Cakes
A Nightmare Before Christmas wedding cake by Pink Cake Box
Optimus Prime cake
Halloween has just passed us and at this point every year I find one thing being thrust in my face more than at any other time. Fancy dress. The reason I say ‘thrust’ is that I have never had a good relationship with fancy dress. I’ve just never got it. From a kid up right up to now, I’ve always felt a little uncomfortable about it. I can vividly recall the four times I have ever ‘properly’ dressed up. Number one, as a child in infant school, I dressed up as Jadzia Dax from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. My Mum and I went the whole nine yards. She made me her officers outfit, tied my hair up like hers and spent ages drawing her Trill markings on my face with brown eyeliner. I looked great but no one, aside from my Mum, knew who I was. Incident number two would be a similar costume that I wore to a Star Trek convention when I was a little older. Number three was a costume for a World Book Day event that my junior school held. I borrowed some Army combats way too big for me and went as an InGen employee from Michael Crichton’s The Lost World. Whilst I remember that some of the boys in my class were envious that I’d bagged me so combats that they were after, I also recall my teacher telling me that I ‘shouldn’t be reading adult books so young when you’ll have all the time in the world to do so eventually’. Having read Jurassic Park every year since I was six, I was more than a little upset and annoyed, which I think led to the massive gap between this fancy dress and my most recent attempt. My fourth and last time would be on my eighteenth birthday when I dressed as Wonder Woman. I looked great, but to this day I still don’t know what posessed me to have a fancy dress birthday party when I don’t really like dressing up…
Those are the four times I have ever ‘properly’ dressed up. I say ‘properly’ because there have been a few other occasions where I’ve tried to get away with wearing my own clothes. The earliest memory would be going to a Halloween party aged eight and having a black cat Beanie Baby thrown at me for not wearing a costume (‘I guess you can be Sabrina‘ is my clearest memory from that night) and the latest would be dressing up as Julie Powers for a Scott Pilgrim themed club night earlier this summer. So you can imagine how hard my heart was thumping when said club night, the excellent Reel Music, announced their Halloween event which happened last week. This time I had no excuse. I had to dress up and it had to be good.
So where the hell do I begin? I’ve managed to avoid dressing up, for the most part, like the plague! I’ve never been confident about my body so have steered clear of skimpy and slutty outfits. I’ve saved my sensitive skin from packets of face paint for years. I’m almost an expert at dodging both things! But this time it was different. Not because I knew that everyone else would be dressing up, but because my boyfriend Paul, alongside his friend Freddie, runs the club night. This time, I had to make an effort.
I’m interested to know how other people go about choosing a costume idea. Do you go for something elaborate or simple? Generic or more defined? Obvious or a little obscure? Do you dress up for you own enjoyment or because you want (or secretly hope that) someone else will recognise your outfit? Do you make your own or buy one already made up? I had no idea where to start. Firstly, I needed ideas, and looking around my room I got plenty. Do I go as some slutty sexploitation star, Kaneda, Silk Spectre, Sailor Jupiter, a horror icon, someone else from Scott Pilgrim, another Jurassic Park character, one of Russ Meyer‘s buxom beauties? I pulled out all my DVDs and BluRay’s to help try and narrow down the choice; Jenny Agutter in American Werewolf in London, Neve Campbell in Scream, Tura Satana in Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, Sharon Tate in Fearless Vampire Killers? Eventually I settled on one. Mary Elizabeth Winstead’s VIPERS cheerleader outfit in Tarantino’s Death Proof. It seemed like a no-brainer, Death Proof is one of my favourite films and putting a cheerleader’s outfit together wouldn’t be difficult with the help of specialist websites and ebay. I was sorted.
Until I realised that it would actually be a little harder than I thought. I couldn’t find any yellow separates anywhere and was beginning to shudder at the prospect of making the VIPERS logo myself. But as I found out from veteran and fellow dresser-uppers, perseverance and patience is absolutely key. And persevere I did until I found a company who would make me a custom outfit identical to the one in the film. A fair amount of money and four weeks later, I had a perfect copy waiting to wear on Halloween. And that’s when the nerves kicked in. Like I mentioned before, I’ve never been confident about my body and had only just realised that the skirt would barely cover my arse (one of those scenario’s similar to having a fancy dress party for your birthday when you don’t really like fancy dress…) but my Mum was having none of it. Tights bought. I had no socks with a yellow band like those worn in the film. No problem, she made them. I had no fringe like Winstead’s haircut. She cut one in. And I was still bricking it. I knew it was perfect, but would anyone else know who I was? And why was I even worrying about that? Surely it should be for your own entertainment and not for others (thoughts please)?
And after all that worrying, it was actually really fun. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed something that I’d been running away from and avoided for so many years. Initial nerves aside, I eventually felt really comfortable and loved the outfit, forgetting any worries I had about the skirt riding up and showing off my butt. It was also really nice to see the reaction from others who recognised the outfit from Death Proof and thought it looked great (a highlight of the night was being dragged from one end of the venue to the other by an ‘Edward Scissorhands’ who saw a poster for the film and simply pointed at it shouting excitedly ‘YOU!!!’). Likewise, I got so much enjoyment out of the effort that others had made for the night, my favourites being a Black Swan, Pris from Blade Runner, a couple who came as Clarence and Alabama from True Romance and someone who dressed as the Log Lady from Twin Peaks. The absolute cherry on top for the whole night was a tweet from Mary Elizabeth Winstead herself telling me my outfit was perfect. What more could you want than that?! Ultimately though, I realised that I’d actually missed out on a lot of fun over the years by avoiding something I thought I’d hate or would never get right. Sometimes it’s good to embrace what scares you the most, the experience almost always outweighs and dispels the fear. I can’t wait until I can get my geek on again and dress up. The only problem would be what the hell to do next time…?!
I’ve come under fire for using the word ‘geek’ before. Personally, I love the term and have no problems using it to describe being a huge fan of something. I am a self-confessed film geek. I also happen to love sci-fi, graphic novels/comics and am a born and bred Trekkie. In those parameters of fandom, other people would be quick to label me a geek too. If we’re classifying people on their likes for certain types of media and genre then my ex was a geek, so is my Mother, my closest girlfriends most definitely are and my boyfriend now is, without a doubt, a total film geek.
Considering then that film is a much beloved medium and that sci-fi and comic book adaptations continue to rise in popularity, why am I still being met with amazement and disbelief at liking the things I like? As a fan of Doctor Who I got really excited when a patient walked into work wearing an awesome Who t-shirt. After explaining I was a fan, I was met with a very blunt and straight-faced ‘But you’re too pretty to like Doctor Who‘. Now, I have never been much of a confident one when it comes to my looks but when did it say that all Who fans had to be ugly? And since when did looks suddenly become a basis for being a legitimate fan of something or not?!
This reminded me of another similar incident I had on the Tube with a friend of mine. She was complaining that Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen had too many characters in it (I’m talking to you, Michael Bay!). After reeling off the names of all the Decepticons and Autobots present in the film we heard a loud ‘Wow’ from behind us. This exclamation was from a male passenger who couldn’t believe that he had ‘two pretty girls who liked robots’ standing in front of him and likened the scene to porn. He couldn’t believe that a girl could like Transformers because he’d never met one before. Well, all my girlfriends and I are fans that truly exist in the world. Yet, some people seem intimidated or offended that I can talk about the show and the films, as if I’m not the type of person who should know about any of it. This feeling only seems to be amplified when I start talking about how the show is a metaphor for Western and Middle East relations and the global consumption of fuel…
I guess I’m just fed up of being met with surprised looks instead of the mutual excited conversation I long for. Clearly some people are judging me by some persona or standard which I can’t and don’t want to live up to. If I hear another person say to me ‘You like Akira? It’s not really a girly thing’, I will scream louder than Tetsuo when he explodes! If I wanted girly bullshit I’d go and read my Sailor Moon manga, otherwise just let me enjoy a really good piece of writing and animation like everyone else. Just because I read Watchmen and you didn’t doesn’t mean you can call me ‘a beautiful nerd’ instead of calling me by my name. Would you judge a book by its cover? Don’t judge a geek by her looks.
Aside from fish fingers, there has only ever been one constant love throughout my twenty-two years of existence so far. That love is Star Trek.
My name is Lydia and I am a Trekkie. For as long as I can remember Star Trek has been a part of my life. My parents are fans and so are my stepdad and extended family. As a youngster I would watch re-runs of the original series on BBC 2 with my Mum. (On a different note, this is particularly memorable for me as my Mum used to hate The Simpsons which always aired afterwards. We would watch Star Trek and change the channel promptly once it finished. Her opinion of The Simpsons has now changed with her hatred for Family Guy replacing it…) My parents and I would watch The Next Generation religiously, in the evenings and afternoons. I remember watching Deep Space Nine when it launched and watched every episode of Voyager from start to finish, the first television series I ever watched in entirety. As for Enterprise, well, we weren’t too keen on that…
And that was the main problem. Apart from my family, no one else I knew was keen on Star Trek at all. None of the kids at primary school watched it, no one at high school shared my love and the people I’ve met since tend to berate me for being a fan rather than join me in excited conversation. When I was at primary school, I once dressed up as Jadzia Dax from Deep Space Nine for a fancy dress disco. No one knew who I was. I remember girls dressed up as the Spice Girls, someone dressed up as the devil, there were cats and ghosts but I had decided that I wanted to go as a Trill. My Mum was great, she made the whole outfit, did my hair like hers, polished my Starfleet badge and drew the Trill markings down my face and neck. Secretly I wanted someone to recognise who I was meant to be, but no one did.
Because I never knew any other Star Trek fans, it became something I shared with my family. I was incredibly jealous when my younger cousin got Tricorder and Phaser toys for Christmas one year. I remember scanning the air as if I were Dr Beverly Crusher and my cousin shooting invisible alien life forms, the closet thing I was ever going to get to being part of a Starfleet team. On another occasion, my family made a trip to a Star Trek convention in London. Both my cousin and I were dressed up and I can recall our excitement at stepping on to the Bridge of the Enterprise! Some of my most vivid memories of watching films in cinemas are seeing the Star Trek films at my local pictures. Closing my eyes, I can still see the queues at the box office and the amount of people who had dressed up in costume. After seeing First Contact on the big screen, I remember wishing that some of the crew of the Enterprise would fall out of the sky and tell me that I was special in some future-historical way. I’m still waiting…
My most favourite memories of VHS also involve the series. My parents would record every pilot, finale and major episode on tape which we would watch again and again. I’m talking a lot of videotapes. I have seen The Trouble With Tribbles, The Best of Both Worlds, Endgame, The Menagerie, Trials and Tribble-ations and Caretaker more than any other episodes. I would watch the older films over and over again in all the faded, worn out glory of being recorded off of the television. I have never forgotten the floating Klingon bodies and their purple blood in The Undiscovered Country. We still have all the old, battered videotapes despite now owning DVDs and box sets of the films and series as they still hold big memories for us all. Whoever said VHS was dead was wrong!
Like most other Trekkie’s, I was really excited and anxious when JJ Abrams announced he was doing a reboot. I was all over the casting news, discussing with my Mum whether the new cast were going to live up to the original series or not. However, talking to my friends about it, I found that I was the only one who was interested in seeing it. My boyfriend and I hadn’t been going out long when we went to the cinema and the trailer came on. I was transfixed and leaned over, eyes still glued to the screen, saying ‘I’m so excited to see that. Cant wait!’. I will never forget his face when he turned around to face me and said in the bluntest manner ‘You’re not a Trekkie, are you.’ Clearly he wasn’t a fan either. And yet, when it came out, he liked it! Knowing I am a big fan, he promised he’d take me and true to his word, he did. When it got to the credits, I had tears of joy welling up in my eyes, not just because the film was fantastic but because he’d enjoyed it too. We even went to see it again. A few days later I started getting texts from my girlfriends saying how much they had liked it too. I waited twenty-two years but finally I now have friends who like Star Trek too.
Since the film came out, I’ve started embracing my love for the show more than before. I’ve recently finished watching The Next Generation from start to end, picking up on all the stuff I didn’t understand and overlooked as a child. I appreciate far more Data’s growth and developement, the way the crew support and care for each other as a family and the humour found in the culture clashes between different races. My boyfriend has even watched the odd episode or two with me, saying that I could easily play a Klingon without make up as I frown so much. I love watching Family Guy when they parody Star Trek and have shown as many clips as I can to my Dad who doesn’t watch the show, both of us laughing over the jokes. I follow lots of the cast on Twitter, making me feel one step closer to my childhood idols. I once received a reply to one tweet from Brent Spiner and you could hear my squeals of excitement from our garden. Upon meeting Simon Pegg, I apologised profusely for interrupting his night out explaining that as a Trekkie, standing next to Scotty was a dream come true.
Since revisiting the shows recently, I am determined to go to a convention and drag my boyfriend along so we can dress up as Riker and Deanna Troi (I think we’d be better doing that then going as Wesley Crusher and Robin Lefler). After teaching myself some Klingon as a kid, I want to go back and learn it again. And yes, I am aware it isn’t really a language I can use in the real world… I plan to go to other events to try to get my box sets signed. My Mum has also promised me that one day she will make me a birthday cake that looks like Deanna Troi , as seen in the episode Phantasms. With mint frosting, of course.
The thing I’m looking forward to above all else is sharing Star Trek with my own children. Whenever I think of the show, I always think of my own childhood and family; another generation of Trekkie’s would be a dream come true. Will they even like it? If they do, will they like it as much as I do? Who would their favourite characters be? If they had to pick between Vulcans and Klingons, which one would it be? Would they want to be a science officer or security? If they had to choose between the two for a better captain who would it be, Picard or Kirk?
I’ve already been told that giving my children Klingon or Vulcan names is something that’s not going to happen (… Want to bet?). All I hope is that it will be something that will bring my future family together, just like it bought my own family together in a mutual love. Last Christmas my Mum presented me with my very own Dilithium Crystal and a script page signed by James Doohan (courtesy of his son Chris Doohan, a lovely chap, whose website is here) which were some of the best presents I have ever received. I hope that one day, I can share that with a little Lydia of my own. Or Saavik, if I get my own way…
I’m dating… a geek. Don’t get me wrong, its great! But… he’s a geek. He’s not one of those über intelligent, bookworm, straight A student types but don’t let that deceive you – he’s very bright. It’s just… well… he’s a geek. The comic loving, film adoring, toy collecting, television show watching, gaming type. The cool type. The sexy type.
And me? Well, I’m just a bit… eccentric… and geeky too. And not one of those über intelligent, bookworm, straight A student types either. No, I wouldn’t be allowed to join that club, what with deliberately failing an A-Level, poor university attendance, (very) late assignments… No, I’m a comic loving, film adoring, toy collecting, television show watching type. But not games. I don’t do games. As my other half will tell you, I’m not very good. And apparently that’s the worst type of gamer to be.
Otherwise, we’re a damn good match. We have similar interests and enough different passions. Like other couples, we have that funny moment or two. I can never keep up with his growing figure collection and all their names. He didn’t like Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill! He was surprised and annoyed that I knew that the cloud city in Empire Strikes Back was on the planet Bespin when he didn’t. I can’t remember if Julia Chang is from Mortal Kombat, Tekken or Street Fighter. He forgot that Knives Chau kissed Kim Pine. I have a passionate hate for Grimlock.
I do love him though and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. I thank the Lord everyday that he isn’t a football fan. Learning the names of all the Transformers is one thing but learning the off side rule? No bloody chance. Readers, I am proud to say that I am dating a geek. But please, have some sympathy for him.
He’s dating a Trekkie…