Beauty and the Dork

If you have to guess which is which, then I am sorry, but there really is no help for you.

Back a number of years ago when I first made friends with author Justine Larbalestier, I was showing her pictures of Krissy and me, and she having not met Krissy, she maintained that I didn’t actually know her, and that instead I would run up to this very attractive woman and quickly snap pictures of myself with her before she could respond and/or exercise a restraining order. Even when I brought Krissy to New York to meet her she was not entirely convinced; when they met Justine poked Krissy on the shoulder to make sure she wasn’t a hologram. She was not.

This picture was taken at my surprise 40th birthday party this weekend; there are more pictures of it (and of Penguicon in general) at this Picasa photo set, taken and assembled by the always fabulous Alethea Kontis. I’ll be posting selected additional photos, but go catch the whole thing.

18 Comments on “Beauty and the Dork”

  1. True, she is obviously way outta your league, you lucky dog ;)

    Happy 40th.

    David (who, having turned 49 this year, mutters “young whippersnapper” under his breath)

  2. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    a) Those boots are hot.
    b) You’re a lucky man as you know.
    c) Krissy did okay, too.
    4) Happy Early 40th!

  3. 40? Oh, that’s not so bad. I turned 40 a few years ago, and I still…still…

    Well, mostly I sit around the house and complain about politics and kids these days while making 5 pm dinner plans so I can get home early. But maybe you’ll do better.

    Happy Birthday!

  4. You two are a perfectly cromulent couple. Justine must have been jealous. ;-)

  5. csdaley – C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

    Just keep taking pictures but don’t take them off the camera until you have showed a few people. Wouldn’t want to be accused of photoshopping them.

  6. Your wife is absolutely gorgeous, but I have to say, what I really covet are her boots. Where did she get them?

  7. neutronjockey – Jeff Richard (J.K.Richard) a.k.a. the neutronjockey, is a former nuclear mechanic supervisor and medical officer recruiter for the U.S. Navy. He was honorably discharged from military service in January of 2006. In his civilian life he is a digital artist, leathercraftsman, and writer living in Tulsa, OK. Occaisionally he commits to research work for SF/F authors. Jeff is owned by a gray Maine Coon cat while at home and three awesome horses while at the barn. <a href="">I blog on LJ</a>

    Can I request a full shot of those boots? Or the brand/line please?
    (I start boot making school next week…I’m being serious here…)


  8. You’re an inspiration to every balding, squishy creative type that yes, there are chicks out there who dig teh smrt more than they do “Ripped and Knuckledragging”.

    A shining beacon in the night. That’s what you are, Johnny. Especially when the light catches your forehead just so (sez he whose forehead gets mistaken for a missile launch by NORAD on sunny days).

  9. Let’s see now, photos are usually labeled from left to right.

    That means the guy in the yellow shirt must be the beauty and…

    No wait, that can’t be right.


  10. The 40 Hour Creative – I'm here to help you be creative! I've written plays and created the web series THE CANADIANS (now on Amazon Prime), among other things. Seth Godin said 'start a blog,' so we'll see how long this lasts.

    Adam got there first. Darn him!

    But here’s a link to the youtube:

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