das buch der bilder

the book of pictures

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some shit goin down about dragon con

becomedog:

elvendork:

tw child abuse, tw sexual abuse

here’s the breakdown as far as i can tell after having read several articles (listed at the bottom), though a simple google search will provide even more:

  • edward kramer, one of dragon*con’s three founders, has child molestation charges dating back to 2000. he was arrested in 2011 after being found with a minor in a hotel, but has yet to receive trial two years later….

so yeah i would urge everyone to think about where your money will go and what you will be inadvertently perpetuating if you’re thinking of going to dragon*con this year. i don’t think you’re a bad person if you go, but with big organizations like dragon*con, often the only way they will really take action is by being boycotted.

a few more articles on the matter:

  1. Atlanta Magazine
  2. Huffington Post
  3. Nancy Collins’ Post
  4. Deadline Hollywood

Simply put: Ed Kramer is the Bernie Madoff of gaming the jail system.

He has managed to stay out on bail for a jaw-dropping 13 years by making himself the most difficult, expensive, litigatious prisoner in the history of Gwinnett County, filing motion after ceaseless motion and employing a team of doctors who certify his very atoms at risk of implosion from the mere act of breathing, let alone standing trial. He produces a never-ending litany of life-or-death needs that have to be legally accommodated. Meanwhile, the overworked, overwhelmed county judiciary system has let him fall through the cracks again and again.

The situation is best summarized by the following example from the Atlanta Magazine article (the best recap to bring you up to speed):

Kramer had three bond conditions: Stay away from minors, no travel without authorization, and call the DA’s office every Monday to report his whereabouts. Last year [Judge] Beyers even allowed Kramer to move to Brooklyn temporarily so he could be with his mother in hospice. Presumably the judge didn’t know that Kramer’s mother was already dead.

He was re-arrested in September 2011 when caught alone with an unclothed 14-year-old boy actor in Connecticut. Mr. Kramer was seen hiking up and down steep hills carrying a shoulder-cam while filming said boy — and even so, he wasn’t extradited back to Georgia for another sixteen months because he was deemed too ill to move. 

As of Friday he was denied his final request for bond, and prosecutors believe they’ll have him at trial “in four months.“ 

And yet he was allowed to leave his own bond hearing halfway though due to “medical distress.”

(via emotionaltrauma)

Filed under dragoncon ed kramer

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thescienceofobsession:

bakerstreetbabes:

Just a friendly reminder that regardless of what happens in a show, a book, or a movie, you can still write, draw, vid, and create anything you damn well please about the plot, characters, and their relationships. Sparkle on.

sparkle on, indeed.

Did you seriously just doubt my commitment to Sparkle Motion?

1000% COMMITED

Filed under sparkle motion is forever

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Why we should use the Oxford Comma

bowtiesinthedungeon:

A direct quote from The Times newspaper, talking about a Peter Ustinov documentary and saying that:

 “highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800-year-old demigod and a dildo collector”.

I am copying and pasting and sending verbatim to my work email, so I can exhort my content writers to follow the Law of Oxford.

I already illustrated the Why We Do Not Plagiarize lecture with heaving bosoms and mating ferrets from the Cassandra Clare hullabaloo a few years back, so it’s not like they aren’t used to me.

(via queenschubad)

Filed under that's what editors DO you know how some people have work husbands and work wives we have work squabbling old married couples and take each other out for beers on a regular basis

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In praise of the Arm Sharpie Brigade

221bconmissedconnections:

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See, the con unofficially started Friday night, but there was no pre-reg for badges. So some amazingly uninhibited person mojoflower wrote her Tumblr name on her arm with a big marker. 

As far as I’m concerned, that was the best thing ever. You could see someone’s Tumblr name from across the freaking lobby. Someone asks who you are? Hold out your arm and say “Call me X.” I marked up my arm every day because the badges were so tiny and I wanted to give people enough time to get away it was like reverse cyberpunk. Analog face tagging! See?

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If I menaced you with a sharpie, I am really very sorry. I believe lifeasamarriedfangirl may have been having second thoughts around the second ‘e.’ 

In sum: if my name is written in two-inch-high letters across my entire forearm, I am probably not in Stealth Mode and would love to say hi. Hi.

Filed under 221bcon whiskeydaisy arm sharpies mojoflower good for facial recognition issues good for auditory learning issues and my inability to retain spoken names

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Holy con photos, Batman.

Go here, now, and check out kittisivitits photos from 221b-con - in particular the posed ones at the end.

Cosplay in general is not, I am sad to say, My Thing, but photography is. To have done that kind of fast location scouting, gotten your lighting in hand, and pulled off that many fantastic shots in the chaos of two very crowded days is a real technical and artistic feat. Go and admire!

http://katiesivits.blogspot.com/2013/04/221b-con.html

(if someone knows her Tumblr name I can fix kthx)

Filed under 221bcon 221b con katie sivits cosplay

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thousand-yard stare

that would be billiethepoet and myself in our final descent to the lobby Sunday night, slumped against the elevator walls, eyes boring holes in each others’ skulls with the exact same thousand-yard stare

of introverts who’d been interacting with people non-stop for 36 hours with no down time

a happy but absolute brain-dead stupor 

and the best part was knowing that almost everyone else felt the same way

and understood

 

Filed under 221bcon 221b con billiethepoet happy post-con stupor AMONG MY PEOPLE