Moving!

Well, it looks like we’re moving to http://www.sidewalksuperheroes.com/blog. We’re fumbling our way through this darn blog stuff. We just wanted to move this blog onto our website, but that doesn’t seem like it’s possible (I can do it with Blogger, why can’t I do it here?). Hopefully by the end of this week we’ll have it all sorted out and won’t have lost too many followers! keep an eye on our website, and visit our new blog…

 

Ch-ch-ch-changes.

So we are now in the process of giving the blog it’s own page on SidewalkSuperheroes.com , and you may be noticing that our site looks a little naked now… We should have it all remodeled fairly quickly, so hang tight! Never fear! It’s all under control!

If you have any suggestions for the site, we’d love to hear them. We have a couple surprises in store… but we want to give the fans what they want!

 

We R Superheroes

Batgirl has her weaknesses, you know. One of her biggest? Infectious powerpop. I found this new song by one of the fellas from The Apples in Stereo* and was totally suckered in. It has the added bonus of being called “We R Superheroes,” which makes it perfect for sharing on here!

We R Superheroes – Robbert Bobbert and the Bubble Machine

I smell a music video coming on . . .

*This is the same band that did a really awesome Powerpuff Girls song a few years ago for Cartoon Network.

 

Video update

So this video pretty much catches us up… so it’s time for us to get out there again and film something!! Not quite sure when that will happen though, because of the weather and our schedules. I’m itching to really get some footage of both of us, and not just the other characters… but be patient with us. Neither one of us are documentary film-makers, so I’m sure we’ll get better at this. I do hope you enjoy this latest installment:

In other news, since it was raining today, I stuck around my neighbourhood, and went to yoga. Soon after I got back, I hear a screeching of tires outside. I have my curtains closed so I don’t see anything. But then I hear more cars. And then yelling. Somehow I didn’t put it all together. I thought “oh! Someone’s being arrested on PCH!” So I ran outside with my camera. As soon as I turn the corner, I see police cars blocking in a pick-up truck (with an ad for WestsideRentals on the side. ha) on my dead end street. The cop sees me and waves me away. They have guns pulled on the guy! They’re yelling at him to get out of his truck. I get a little video from my window by sticking my arm out, and then through my fence. But then I started worrying that I’d get shot. The dude was not listening to them. They did finally get him out of his truck, and sat him on the ground. Then more patrol cars came. Then a fire engine and an ambulance blocked my driveway. lol. But yeah. Excitement. And I was beginning to think that any time anything happened in my neighbourhood, I would be conveniently out of town, like the other times. So… yeah. I’m glad I didn’t miss that. Cause life has been a tad on the boring side lately…

Oh, wait, we’re not actually totally caught up with video. I’m going to make a special episode dedicated to Homeless Boyfriend next.

 

Batgirl Vs. Catwoman!

This is kinda lame, but I just thought it was cool to see our animated selves interacting.

 

What’s all this then?

Ooh, someone’s been making improvements around here! Okay, it was me. If you hadn’t noticed yet, or you’re reading off a feed and don’t drop in regularly, I’ve just added two new pages to the top bar.

24 Hour Party People should be pretty self-explanatory. Catwoman and I are officially offering our services as costumed entertainers to anyone who wants them. Go to the page itself for more details and contact information, but please note, we like to keep it PG. So no, we don’t strip or let you paw us. It has to be said.

Custom Costumes is all about, duh, custom costumes. Mainly, how you can get your hands on one of your own. If working here has taught me anything, it’s that the old adage, “If want something done right, you have to do it yourself” is so very true. We’ve gone through all the headaches and sweat and tears to get our costumes together, and now that we’ve done all the nasty work, you can reap the benefits! If you covet any of our costumes, consider putting in a request for your very own. As a bonus, it’s handmade by a superhero. Just please know that with any custom-built, high quality costume, it’s not cheap. You definitely get what you pay for, though.

Okay, just wanted to let everyone know about these additions, and hopefully they’ll help someone out. Enjoy!

This just came on my iPod, no joke. God, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to post this!

 

All alone on the blvd

So I worked alone for about 2 hours yesterday. Wow. Was I lonely. Normally I wouldn’t go out alone, but the day before, Superman (or, his wife/secretary) called and asked if I would be interested in dressing up as Wonder Woman at a birthday party on Wednesday. $90. Sure. Sounds good to me. I’ve never done a birthday party before, so some anxiety set in. But I need cash, and how bad could it be?

So I decided to just show up a couple hours early in Hollywood, beat the traffic, maybe get some new footage (didn’t. Boring day, other than the demon creature being out). So 3PM I was out there. I hung out with the Dutch Marilyn until she went on a break. Then I wandered back and forth for a bit. Superman showed up around 4PM, so that helped a bit. I think I made $17 in 2 hours. At 5PM I was shivering, and hungry, so we went to Café Audrey. I couldn’t resist. First of all, I wanted something a bit healthier than french fries, and second, I was curious as to what they might say, if anything. There were two guys I didn’t recognize working the counter, and they seemed friendly . They gave me my 10% character discount, and a cup of water (because I guess Superman doesn’t have water at home??). There was a woman in there that we chatted with while we waited for the sandwich to be (grown, harvested, shipped, cooked…) made who gave me a little Audrey compliment when Superman mentioned that Batgirl and I dressed up like her a while back. She asked how we got into the boulevard work, but about a sentence into my explanation (which I always try to make as short as possible), her food was ready and she apparently didn’t care enough to hear the rest of it, and left. Eh.

So back to Superman’s place, where I met his lovely wife, Bonnie. If you’ve seen Confessions of a Superhero, you’d recognize her. It’s funny, I go in, and say hi like we’ve met before, and then realize that we haven’t! So I do a proper introduction. We all sit in the living room, Superman makes dirty comments about everything and talks about a wonderful song called Frosty the Pervert. We were not amused. We East Coasters (Bonnie and I) get on Superman’s case for thinking New York is not REALLY that cold (she’s from NY and I told her I was just there, and got some shots in my Catwoman costume and was FREEZING). Apparently he was there a couple years ago, in an unusually warm November.

Anyway, fast forward, I left at 6 to go get my car. I was the designated driver for Superman, Marilyn, and myself. We met at Supe’s place and made our way through traffic up to the valley. Snow White arrived a bit after us (we were all a bit late, due to traffic) with her balloons and magic show.

The party wasn’t that bad. Lots and lots of cake and Disney princesses on everything. We stayed a bit late to help clean up, and I came home and almost immediately passed out (after doing some online submissions – gotta get those done!). I have a feeling a couple other people might be calling in the future. Even though I really didn’t do much of anything! lol. Snow White was the busy one.

Well… I’m still kind of waking up right now… I think I covered most of the important points, but if I forgot something I’ll be back.

 

Handknit Heroes

I have a confession to make: when I’m not busy kicking ass and taking names as Batgirl (or even as Padmé), I knit. Like a grandma, in bed, watching Belle and Sebastian. It sounds twee as hell and it probably is, but I don’t care. I genuinely love turning a couple of skeins of yarn into a really smart cardigan that everyone covets:

tres magnifique

I’ve always been a crafty gal, drawing, knitting, sewing, painting, writing music, whatever. I just love making things. I’m also hopelessly addicted to a few knitting magazines, like a true granny, and the e-zine Knitty is no exception. This morning in my inbox was a quick note from the editor, along with links to the Knitty Surprises, little bonus patterns they put out between seasons to keep you coming. I was just checking out the hand knit, somewhat anatomically correct heart when I noticed this ad:

Really?

Oh my god, there is actually a comic book — excuse me, graphic novel — about a knitting superhero.

Who’s been ripping off my life?

 

If that’s what it takes to get through your day

I went to donate blood yesterday, and had an interesting conversation. It wasn’t interesting because of what was said; rather, it’s what wasn’t said that made it so interesting to me. I didn’t go to a hospital or a Red Cross, it was just a weekly blood drive at the creepy old Masonic lodge nearby. They never seem to have the same volunteer staff twice. Yesterday there was a thirtysomething lady taking my vitals before the bloodletting, and she decided to be chatty.
“So, you came in on your day off?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I said. I usually don’t tell people what I do for a living unless they ask point blank — or I’m trying to be amusing and quirky. Whichever comes first.
“So what exactly do you do?” she asked. Maybe I’m just strange — okay, I am — but I actually don’t really like that question. It’s a matter of opinion as to whether that’s rude or invasive or not, but in such a horrid economy with so many jobless, it’s just kind of mean.
“I work in Hollywood,” I said evasively.
“Oh cool! What exactly do you do?”
“Entertainment.” She stared expectantly. Really? Are you going to ask for an address next, some references? I wish I was snipy enough to just say, “None of your damn business!”
“I work with kids in costume, take photos with them, entertain them,” I added reluctantly.
“Where exactly is this?”
“Um, around Hollywood Boulevard. Sometimes around the Chinese Theatre.”
“Oh, I see,” she said, suddenly cold. Oh, so you’ve heard of us. While she was cordial for the rest of my visit, I could almost literally see the veil come down between us, the I Have A Real Job And Real Responsibilities, You’re Just An Immature Dork attitude. I felt disappointed at first, but after a moment, I realized it was disappointment in her. How sad it must be to look down on so many people like that, to have to knock others down and see them as below you just to feel good about yourself. What a pathetic way to live.

Then Old Boyfriend called today. *shudder* Thankfully, I didn’t answer. I’ve had a lot of unavailables and strange numbers calling me lately, so if they’re not in my phone already, they talk to the voice mail. He did, repeating his message twice like I was old and hard of hearing. Eh. I’m sure he’ll harass me Friday or Saturday, whenever he works, and I can cut him off then, in person. Then block his number from his phone, now that it’s in my log. And a new resolution takes effect: never give out my number.

 

Dammit.

Hey, Batgirl, I found a photo of Selena Kyle that I thought you’d appreciate.