BRING IT, GRANDMAS

Last week I got some new lab results in, and my doctor informed me I have the testosterone levels of a severely testosterone-deficient (or possibly dead) 85-year-old woman.

So.

A few things.

1) There are so many joke potentials here I may actually explode. But apparently in a demure, non-manly, let's-talk-this-out-like-sensible-adults sort of way? I'm a little fuzzy on the details.

2) Speaking of fuzzy, it turns out severely testosterone-deficient (or possibly dead) 85-year-old women still get chin hairs.

3) Which just goes to show there is no justice in the world. I mean, if I have near-zero manliness juju, then why's I still gots to pluck so much, universe? WHY?

(Sorry, guess I have some deep-seated, chin-hair related issues lurking beneath the surface. Really, I'm as surprised as you are. I guess these things just work their way out sometimes. Like chin hairs. Like DAMN FILTHY CHIN HAIRS.)

Ahem.

So now I have to start taking prescription testosterone supplements, which I can only imagine will help SOOO MUCH with my chin-hair-anger issues, not to mention with my sarcasm issues.

On the plus side, I'm told eventually the drugs will make it so I'm not drooling-on-the-couch exhausted for 3 days after every con, and that I'll recover faster and last longer in my meager attempts at exercise. Plus there's some sexy-time benefits, so kids, be sure to ask your folks about those next time there's a lull at the grocery store.

All in all I'm feeling pretty positive, since the labs also revealed some slightly less entertaining - but potentially more beneficial - things we'll be working on, too. It's all part of the plodding, tedious, rarely-rewarding journey toward better health, but every tiny improvement does make it a little easier to take the next step. Which is why you - yes, you right there! - should go see your doctor about that test for that thing this week. Go. Do it. Make the appointment. Take a step.

After all, look at me: I did it, and now in another 6 months or so I could TOTALLY arm-wrestle your 85-year-old grandma. I think. Maybe. That's how this works, right?

Tell you what, let's put a pin in that, while I go pluck this chin hair.

The Best Cosplay of Florida SuperCon 2016!

Last weekend John and I trekked down to Miami for SuperCon, and I was again pleasantly surprised by how easily we were able to park and actually get to the convention center, given how intimidating Miami can be. There are several parking garages around, and the badge lines were even relatively painless -  amazing for a con with over 50K attendees. Props to a great crew of staff and volunteers, as even with added security, mandatory bag checks, AND a sold-out crowd on Saturday, we were still through and onto the main floor in a matter of minutes.

Quick shout-out to the Disability Services folks at SuperCon, too, who were easy to spot, friendly, and knowledgeable. It warms my geeky little cockles to see these services expanding every year at cons, and I highly encourage my fellow anxiety peeps to give them a visit, as anxiety falls under their purview, and they can help.

Ok, enough intro. Let's talk about these Daleks:

WELCOME! TO! MIAMI!!

(You read that in Dalek, right? Exxxcellent.)

I would like to point out that they wouldn't stop waving their arms for the photo. And that this was was my very first shot of the weekend. And that I'm still laughing.

Moving on...

A steampunk Queen of Hearts with an adorable little Belle:

And a lovely Leia:

R2 got into the spirit by cosplaying as Boba Fett:

Slightly blurry shot of a very energetic Ace Ventura:

Oh! Here's a first for me: Annie Wilkes from Misery: