1. NYCC Sunday, and our group included some first-time con goers. I don’t think there could have been a much better way to throw our new converts into the fray. I got to meet Eddie McClintock, pleasing my Warehouse 13 geek heart. We saw some of the best cosplayers we’ve ever come across: the TARDIS in a handmade gown, Magneto and Dark Phoenix in better costumes than the Bryan Singer editions, Joel with a Tom Servo he made himself, the most stellar OITNB cast. Our Femme!Jayne met Ask Kaylee Frye, once again proving that she’s just Kaylee. Artist Alley, miles of amazing booths, incredibly chill guests—Alex Kingston and the cast of Star Trek: TNG are particularly excellent folks—all added to the wonderful atmosphere. I couldn’t ask for a better last day to the con, and I can’t wait to do it all again.

  2. Before we get back to the business posts and the thoughts from the entrepreneurial side of my brain, let’s take a moment to celebrate the best of the NYCC Cosplayers I’ve seen. The Cult of Oprah, the always-excellent AskKayleeFrye, the best Eleven and River I’ve ever seen, a note-perfect Witch King, Thor McDonald, Silent Bob who was even more Silent Bob than Kevin Smith is, an incredible cartoonish Harley Quinn (which now rivals Deadpool for number of variations at the con), a better Bob’s Burger of the Day than the real Bob’s Burgers, and the many other Martys who were somewhat amused when I didn’t break character around them.

    I wish I had more photos so far, but the inventiveness of these cosplayers needs to be on display. These are very very cool costumes. (And if anyone got a shot of the Femme!Jonathan from Rollerball, let me know. That was the best costume I’ve ever seen at a con, and I’m kicking myself that I didn’t get a picture.)

  3. Insane Doctor Who fan theories ahead.

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  4. This morning I thought about a friend of mine from college and I wondered what he was up to.

    The first news story I saw when I turned on my computer was about that friend and his new job writing for Saturday Night Live.

    Tomorrow I will wake up and keep thinking, because I think I may have something here.

  5. You should know that there is never any reason to suffer alone. There is no quick fix for depression; believe me, that’s been the repeated motif of my life for years. But depression lies, and it will push you into places that do not exist and that will damage you. It’s so tempting to retreat and disappear when depression strikes. Please don’t. Please get help. Please reach out to your friends and family. They love you, and, no matter what you believe in the moment, they need you here. Do not let depression take you.

  6. The world isn’t being destroyed by democrats or republicans, red or blue, liberal or conservative, religious or atheist — the world is being destroyed by one side believing the other side is destroying the world. The world is being hurt and damaged by one group of people believing they’re truly better people than the others who think differently. The world officially ends when we let our beliefs conquer love. We must not let this happen.
  7. I’m starting August on my couch. I’m watching Mystery Science Theater and researching new ventures while a woman I love very much sleeps beside me. We spent the last few hours of my birthday dressed as Dax and McCoy at a local Nashville event; pictures will no doubt be forthcoming.

    The days have been long getting here, but the years have been short. I’m never quite sure where all my time goes, and I know that I could be spending it better. I don’t know what I was expecting out of thirty. Was there going to be some sort of realization of how I should really, truly, sincerely be spending my time? Would I snap to attention with all the lessons I’ve accumulated over these three decades? Would I at least be more content with myself?

    I continued making occasional poor decisions, sometimes speaking out of turn, and at least once ducking out of a Star Trek Vs. Star Wars debate I was helping to judge due to its complete incompetence. (But honestly, how often does that happen?) I’m still not close to being a perfect—or even excellent—person, but I’m going to try my damnedest. I’ve done a lot in my years, and for the first time in my adult life I sort of have an idea of what I’m doing. I’m not just faking this life; I’ve learned a thing or two, and I intend to use it all.

    It’s been a very good birthday. I’m glad to live a life like this one. This Tumblr will be changing a lot over the next few weeks, and hopefully it’ll all be for the better. Until then, I’m going to thank the people who make my life excellent, be glad for those things I’ve been given and that I’ve learned, and look forward to many more good years.

  8. Some puns need to be released into the wild.

    Some puns need to be released into the wild.

  9. A lesson in Business Speak:
Fast Company refers to adding the J-Scribble signature to every first-edition copy of The Fault in Our Stars as “a signature marketing move.” Normal people would refer to it as “a neat thing to do.”

    A lesson in Business Speak:

    Fast Company refers to adding the J-Scribble signature to every first-edition copy of The Fault in Our Stars as “a signature marketing move.” Normal people would refer to it as “a neat thing to do.”

  10. It’s a crazy town full of neon dreams.

    It’s a crazy town full of neon dreams.

  11. This is the first time I’m trying any sort of word art in some time, and this is a very rough draft, but inspiration struck as soon as I saw this quote and I knew I had to make something.

You just gotta surround yourself with good people, and keep moving.
— mary kate wiles (@mkwiles) July 15, 2014
Mary Kate has hit upon a universal truth for artists, for entrepreneurs, for anyone who wants to make something good and share it with the world. There are going to be disappointments. We are going to fall flat and we’re going to do it often. We will miss out on things because of someone else’s whim. What do we do? We build an army around us of the people who lift us up and dare us to be better. Then we keep moving until we have found that moment where opportunity meets preparation.

It’s all we can do. Keep moving.

    This is the first time I’m trying any sort of word art in some time, and this is a very rough draft, but inspiration struck as soon as I saw this quote and I knew I had to make something.

    Mary Kate has hit upon a universal truth for artists, for entrepreneurs, for anyone who wants to make something good and share it with the world. There are going to be disappointments. We are going to fall flat and we’re going to do it often. We will miss out on things because of someone else’s whim. What do we do? We build an army around us of the people who lift us up and dare us to be better. Then we keep moving until we have found that moment where opportunity meets preparation.

    It’s all we can do. Keep moving.

  12. I’ve been wondering about the story I’ve been trying to tell here. I’ve been parked at Tumblr for six years now, sending my corner of the site up in flames or redesigning it or simply neglecting it more times than I’d like to count. Still, I’ve always felt a need to hang onto it, like I knew that there would be something to document. I didn’t want to leave. Maybe I was being stubborn, but I knew that I was keeping the Rabbitte name for that moment when I finally had a reason to use it.

    Turns out that the answer was in the name all along.

    I picked Jimmy Rabbitte because I saw infinite hope in the character. Maybe I was missing the point in The Commitments, but the story always lifted me to the rafters and got my spirit going even in its bittersweet and heartbreaking moments. When I was laser focused on making movies, I figured I would make them like Alan Parker and Roddy Doyle, finding hope in song and one brilliant moment of glory. I saw the genre, thinking more about the film as a realistic musical rather than the arc of the characters.

    Rabbitte is a scrapper, a hustler, and a bit of a confidence man. He has (mostly) good intentions and is always trying to make life better. He talks fast and dreams larger than he probably should. Modern business has cooked up a word for folks like that: entrepreneur. Even though I used his name as the starter for this Tumblr, I had never drawn the straight line from how I act to how he acted until recently. For a kid who mostly grew up treading in the worlds of fantasy and speculative fiction, it was odd that the biggest influence wouldn’t be Spock, Batman, or Flash Gordon, but rather a small-time manager from Dublin.

    I guess I’ve always been a bit of an entrepreneur; an artist always has to be. There’s no studio system to make sure you work on three pictures a year, no publisher that’s guaranteed to give you a topic for a novel and pick it up two months later sight unseen. You have to make your own opportunities. You make your own luck. I hoped, or probably just figured, that getting my MBA would make me want to settle down and get a normal job. I’d get a position at some multinational and push any artistic sensibilities to weekends and nights when I might have a few hours to fiddle around with them.

    Instead I left realizing that I can’t work for anyone but myself, that the world needs cool ideas and good art more than it needs another consumer packaged goods conglomerate, and that I’ve been Jimmy Rabbitte for longer than I even realized. Even more than superpowers or the triumph of a hero over adversity, I saw real victory in the attempt. Is it always going to work? Of course not. The first thing my dad told me about business was that the good salesman is going to fail ninety-nine times out of a hundred. Are you going to succeed even if you fail? You might be surprised. Little victories. Small climbs towards something bigger. Fail and then try again. Keep failing until you’re doing nothing but succeeding.

    I always think back to Rabbitte staring at himself in the mirror at the end of it all, wondering if failing so spectacularly was worth it. His last word on the matter? “Fuck if I know.” That’s a hell of a lot better than a No. No is the refrain of corporate culture, and I don’t want to hear it. I want to work towards a life where the worst I can say is “I don’t know yet” or “hey, maybe.” That’s why I went from school directly into trying to start another business, my fourth stab at the entrepreneur lifestyle. I’ve always been a little bit Rabbitte. I’ll always take moments of sparking brilliance and lows of failure over an even mundane life.And when I fail I’ll get back up and try again. Is there a big payoff coming?

    Well, as the man said, fuck if I know. Guess I just have to keep going.

  13. If you’re going to say something problematic, save it for your last joke. Make sure you go out on it. Know that it’s going to be the only thing anyone remembers from your set. It’s good to ride the continuous laughter of an audience directly into a brick wall, hearing them wince and for the room to go utterly and irrevocably silent. Leave the room to glares and whispered conversations about what you’ve done.

    When the emcee comes up to you and says, “you know when you lost the crowd?” That’s when you let them know exactly when you lost the crowd. You had a run of jokes that poked fun of power structures and the absurdity of the situation and you ended on one that basically made fun of a fan favorite for being overweight. You stumbled and made the wording even worse than it could have been. But the thing is that the joke wasn’t very good to begin with. It was lazy and foolish. You fell back on old stereotypes and bigotry in your haste to finish up your five minutes.You didn’t think, and you paid for it.

    You can do it better next time. You said something utterly terrible, but it doesn’t have to end you. Despite all evidence to the contrary, you are allowed to screw up and learn in front of a crowd. But the key is that you actually learn. You can’t make that same mistake again. Then it becomes a pattern, and then you’re just an unfunny and lazy caricature of a hack. Dig deeper. You know when you lost the crowd, but why did you? What replaces that finale with a better, funnier, less awful gambit? How do you shift towards a better presence both off and onstage?

    Dig deep. Refuse to be lazy. Change the joke. Change the premises not for the sake of censorship but in search of the stronger performance. Get back on stage. Play it again. Keep the audience with you until the end. Try to not screw up again.

    Even though you probably will.

  14. I occasionally feel hamstrung by my age. I’m learning things too late, too slowly, too many times while fumbling towards competence. I’ve made the decision to go into business for myself again, choosing to be a little bit brave and a little bit foolish instead of working the job market like Sisyphus with the boulder. Every interview was a story of someone with the wrong qualifications heading into an arena that would have made him sick and miserable. Around the time I was asked to sell tobacco—one of the many plants to which I am severely allergic—I decided that there was no reason to stay on this path. I had to go back to making my own business.

    Through it all, though, I’ve been more scared than I should be. The business of making business isn’t a new one for me; I have already worked as a freelance contractor, and I know that pushing forward takes guts and knowledge and insanity. I’m well aware that what I’m walking into is going to be difficult. I press on anyway. The last decade of work has at least given me the perspective that comes with failing early and often , the lessons you can really only learn by screwing up so badly that you’re left with a disaster area and a few good ideas on how to not do that next time. But the thing about those failures is that they eventually took their toll on me, so even successes feel hollow and exhausting. I managed to make my way through an MBA through sheer force of will; I was basically convinced that I had to make it through because I had signed up for it, despite being surrounded by a culture I found alienating and a peer group I didn’t relate to in the slightest. I powered through because I figured it would be good for my career. I kept going because I don’t really like to lose, let alone fail terribly. I’ve already done that enough.

    I’ve been basically useless in the two months since I graduated. While the more finance-minded among us are off starting jobs and beginning their strange movements through corporate America, I’m sitting here with the vague idea of a business trying to figure out how to turn it into anything at all. I worry, I fight my recurring depressive episodes, I try to do things that I think will rejuvenate me. One particularly desperate morning found me literally rearranging deck chairs on my balcony, working as hard as I can to will my metaphorical Titanic into reality. Every day I go through the same thoughts: I don’t know how to do this. I’m doing this too late. I spent my twenties screwing up. I have no idea how to even start. And then I think it would be so much easier if I had been in this position even five years ago. At twenty-five I would have had the energy and the time to move forward without these weird ideas about what I should or shouldn’t be doing or where I should be on my timeline. All I want to do is write down the big ideas and some pro tips to avoid my mistakes, send them back five years, and pull myself up by my bootstraps from there.

    This little time-travel fantasy always made me think I was being incredibly self-reliant, turning myself into my own boss and finally grabbing ahold of my potential. But I realized something today when it popped into my head: I was just looking for another boss. I’m not actually doing those things if I warn myself ahead of time. Instead I’m looking for another person to give me permission. This want has actually devolved into me asking myself for permission. That’s recursive nonsense, but it’s what I’ve been dreaming in order to avoid facing my panic head on.

    The truth is that I don’t want to fail again. I’m tired of failing. I know you’re supposed to value all the failures along the way for what you learned and how they changed you, but honestly learning experiences bounce right off my mind. I have it in my head that I need to win this time. I see where I’ve failed due to lethargy, laziness, alcoholism, depression, hubris, and damn near any other human weakness you can imagine. I should be somewhere else by now. My mind shuts out everything else I’ve been or done, crowding out successes in order to give me a myopic focus on my fears and failures. That I’ve decided I’m a lazy failure after getting a Master’s degree, staying sober for five hundred and fifty days, and running two businesses while opening two more is absurd in itself, but there you go. Depression lies, and timelines lie even more. I’m in a panic as I approach my thirtieth birthday thinking I’ve done nothing.

    So I invent this fantasy of passing my work backwards through time, buying myself a few more years to build something I can be proud of, completely ignoring the work I’ve done so far and the yearning I have to be the inventor and leader I’ve always wanted to be. Even in my fantasies, all I want is for someone to give me direction. That’s how I end up reading Tumblr on a Sunday night, already changed into my lazy pants, unshaven, a few pounds heavier than I ever wanted to be. That’s how I spend another day worrying about what the future looks like and what the past could have been rather than fixing the present.

    I have to choose myself. I’m waiting around for a sign, hoping that I can cheat the Space-Time Continuum, berating myself for sins real and imagined. I create cubicle life in my own apartment; lord knows how many times I do the social media loop while avoiding doing anything that could get me closer to what I want. I’m creating the same awful days I’ve spent my life trying to avoid, looking for a supervisor to dump some work on my desk. I do this while saying I’m too old to start and too young to give up.

    Turns out I’ve been the boss the whole time. Guess that means no more waiting around for work. I purposefully opted out of corporate culture to make something incredible. All I want to do is make good art and make people’s lives a little bit better. I don’t have to be incredibly young to do that, and I don’t need anyone’s permission. I’m the boss I’ve been looking for, and this is the time when I’m ready. I wasn’t good for it five years ago, and any advice I could have sent back would have been mangled or thrown into my life asunder. I’m the boss I need right now. I just have to keep myself working.

  15. Because I cackled like a moron through the whole thing. I’m pretty sure Lord & Miller are some kind of wizards.


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