Showing posts with label Tamie Wiggins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tamie Wiggins. Show all posts

Friday, 6 July 2018

The Coffee Shop Adventures in Palm Springs by Tamie Wiggins



Flight Plans

Money was, unfortunately, a bit of a toughie, which resulted in me waiting a little longer than I would’ve liked before I could book my flight. The natural result was that there were very few options available for the timeframe I needed–the flight I ended up booking required me to get up at an ungodly hour just to make the drive to the airport. Now, I wasn’t the one driving, but even so…!

Packing
In addition to the flight time, there were a few items I’d forgotten to pack until the last minute (my camera, of all things), and I had to find a way to fit them into bags that were already full to bursting. And I had tried my level best to avoid needing checked luggage, something that John seemed to find surprising when I mentioned the possibility of needing to mail some of my luggage back home after he and Carole provided all sorts of extra goodies that I had to figure out how to pack.

Shockingly, everything fit on the way back with room for a couple more souvenirs. Who knew wadding up my clothing and shoving it in the bottom of the bag took up less space than folding it neatly, and that even when packing my jeans instead of my shorts! And the tote provided at the workshop was big enough to slip my laptop bag inside, while still small enough for the airline’s "personal item" requirements, so this wasn’t the concern I’d expected, either. The only thing I bothered to pack neatly for the trip back was my pyjamas, and that only so I could use them as padding for the music CD John had given everyone.

There were also things I couldn’t take along, and other things I brought that I ended up never using. Neil Gaiman’s Graveyard Book, for instance, stayed at home. Thankfully I could use my phone (in airplane mode, of course), so in addition to attempting to record the world outside or dozing off on the plane, I had the Kindle app and my to-read collection with nearly 900 books and growing to keep me occupied. I just really, really needed to charge my phone as soon as I touched down in Palm Springs, and I kept the charger in the more-accessible "personal item" (e.g. my laptop bag) for the flight back. And for future trips I'd probably skip the mp3 player and headphones.

Anything else I didn’t need is something I’d probably still want to take along just in case: the 360 camera that took up less space than the GoPro, a cell phone tripod mount that never left my luggage until I loaned it to John on Day 3, and of course anything medicinal. Plus, I caved and bought a selfie stick my first day back to work, so I’ll need to take that into consideration when packing for future trips.

Master of Disguise
Methinks John was a ninja or some such in another life. Or I’m just really super unobservant.

Or both.


Why do I say this? Well, on Day 1 I had arrived at roughly 10:30 am. My room was ready which meant, even though it was well before official check-in time, the hotel let me put away my stuff and veg out by the pool.

Now, I was in and out of that room a few times the first couple of hours, so naturally I didn’t see everyone as they arrived despite my attempts to work on my people-watching skills. So when one of the hotel staff provided paperwork (the unfortunately necessary, but entirely expected, medical waivers) delivered by John himself, I’d assumed, just as naturally, that he’d happened by while I was changing into my swimsuit. In fact, a few of my other fellow writers were already present and lounging by the pool, and they’d made a similar assumption–none of us had seen him, so he must have been by when none of us were outside.


Until the workshop officially began. John and Carole suggested we introduce ourselves in the form of a Two Truths and a Lie game, and John immediately said, “Tamie’s had all day to think of hers, I saw her by the pool this morning.”

Cue my impression of a deer caught in the headlights, followed by a slightly panicked-sounding, or perhaps not-so-slightly, ‘How did I not see you?’

But this was not to be the last of his disguises. While I’d missed him in the role of "secretary" on day 1, on day 2 I saw him trying to sneak into the workshop as a decorator and then later as the elusive pizza delivery guy, and on day 3 I finally caught him in the act as the handyman!


Filters
John swears up and down that he has no filter. Not merely a broken filter, none whatsoever. And if you follow him on social media, or have met him in person, you’d probably find that easy to believe.

And yet…. during the Two Truths and Lie game, he spent an awful lot of time filtering his guess about my introduction through the lens of wanting to make sure I wouldn’t take it the wrong way. 😉 How did my introduction go that he’d be concerned about that, you might ask? Well, the details given about me were that I had never been on a trip without my parents before, that I have a Master’s Degree, and that I am professionally published. John said since I’m a Whovian he knows I’m intelligent 😳 so he didn’t want me to think he was saying I’m not, and long story short he decided the Master’s Degree was the lie. (No, John, I have two short stories, both self-published, and I stumped my cousin the same way. 😀 Though I wouldn’t object to needing a different lie one of these days. I wonder what the group would have thought of my experience on a motorcycle?)


Contrast this with a comment I made to him on Day 2 after I got a headache from how much we were all laughing. I’d said that being in his presence could be hazardous to people with migraines…. and only long after the fact did I realize that it might not have sounded like the joke it was intended to be. (Insert facepalm image of your choice.)

To quote the Eleventh Doctor, “You know how you say a thing in your head and it sounds fine…?”

Upon realizing what I’d said, I told him that I thought he had a better filter than I do, but he continued to insist that he doesn’t have one. He also said, after I mentioned that I have a weird sense of humor, that he doesn’t think it’s weird but rather unique. (Tomayto, tomahto. I think I have a pretty good idea of why he said that but I’m still calling mine weird. And occasionally warped. 😉 )

Strange Conversations
I’m sure, no matter how much they enjoy their work, celebrities like John and family, families don’t want to talk only about the shows they’ve been in. Yet some of the other things I found myself talking about seemed like weird topics given that I barely knew anyone at the workshop…. and John and Carole weren’t even the ones responsible for some of these conversational choices. Or at least not entirely.

Let’s see, some of the things I talked to the Barrowman family about:

At one point a few of us were discussing alcoholic beverages, in which John listed off some drinks he likes and some he doesn’t–pointing to the selections the hotel offered as he went–which led to my own comment about how I’d never had an alcoholic drink I could stand the taste of…. but that I was the only one in my family who liked this Irish Cream Cheesecake recipe I’ve tried making a couple of times. Unlike John’s assessment, merely mixing it in isn’t enough for me; the alcohol–any alcohol–has to be cooked off or I find that the entire recipe tastes terrible.


Or a suggestion from Carole on how to cope with sunburn when my bra strap (which is uncomfortable in the first place) doesn’t lay in the same spot as my swimsuit strap (which had influenced the location of the burn).


Tame enough. But then there was the moment I’d asked John how, when our very small group was beginning to get very loud to my ears due to everyone chatting at once, he managed to focus on a single conversation. He did give me a useful suggestion that I think I’ve already been doing without really thinking about it, but when I added that I was hard of hearing, he told me to go ask Scott…. which led to Scott and me discussing general sinus issues and hearing problems.

On Day 3, this resulted in me attempting to show Scott the game Blindscape. Attempting definitely being the operative word here–surrounding conversation was loud again at the time, making it hard to hear the instructions at the beginning of the game, and Blindscape really needs headphones to play it properly. Also show is an ironic word choice in this case, as the game is navigated entirely by sound.


And speaking of sinus issues, for some reason I had gotten on the subject of why I felt the need to pack nasal spray.

Staying Healthy
As fun as the trip and workshop were, there is also a serious side to consider in the form of medicinal and other health requirements.

Case in point, I had decided that the initial flight time (getting up at 2:30 AM EST) would be the only un-fun part of the trip, and the Imp of the Perverse decided to punish me by giving me a Charley Horse half an hour after I'd arrived at the hotel. While I was in the pool. Thankfully I was already on the ledge in the shallow end, having moved there to deal with what felt like an impending foot cramp. The Charley Horse finally let go after the muscle locked up a third time in as many minutes, and, lacking access to any bananas (the breakfast nook was closed that time of morning), I had to make do with hobbling to my lounge chair and waiting water bottle as soon as I dared move the offending leg. When the cramp finally let go, I was right back to enjoying myself, but the muscle required stretching well into day 3 to rid myself of any lingering tightness.

Remember, my readers, when you’re flying (or doing anything that requires being seated for a long period of time, like extended gaming sessions), always make sure you have a chance to stretch your legs. The longer you must remain seated, the more important the stretch. These airplanes don’t have a lot of leg room, unless you’ve paid extra for your seats, and a cramp could very well be the least of your worries.

Then of course there were other concerns to pay attention to: the sunburn, the allergies, the migraines, the staying hydrated, and any other personal concerns.

Flight Plans Redux
Day 4 of my visit to Palm Springs, after the workshop was officially over, brought with it something I both looked forward to and dreaded.


Looked forward to because, even though my work schedule and flight plans were based on the expectation that I’d be heading home on Monday, my flight was very late in the day and I didn’t want to only be there for the workshop. I wanted to do some exploring and this was my best chance to do so.

Dreaded because I hate driving and hadn’t bothered to so much as rent a car while I was there. And I was the last of the attendees to leave, meaning I’d either need a cab, or my ability to explore would be dependent, once again, on someone else’s terms.

That being said, those of us who were still in Palm Springs by that time did manage to get quite a bit of exploring in. I didn’t get to try out some of the more touristy events like the gondola–even my own flight time would’ve made that difficult–but we wandered around the town a bit and checked out some of the gift shops. For lunch, three of us were introduced to the In-n-Out Burger, but even before that we’d found dessert in the form of the absolutely heavenly Dole Floats.

Future Visits?
Workshop or no workshop, I look forward to returning, but on very different terms. Like I said, I hate driving, but if I could get enough time off from work I would love to ride my motorcycle that way, maybe even head farther west yet and ride along the Pacific Coast Highway at least once.


Not only that, but I think Palm Springs would be a nice place to live some day. Money depending, I see myself as someone who might do a lot more traveling–I’ll need a great deal of practice before I consider doing it on a regular basis, but if anything, this trip has taught me that I can travel on my own terms, that I am personally and mentally capable of doing so–and who only has a permanent residence for legal reasons and for someplace to crash when I want to take a break from the wandering. Thanks to my allergies, there is nowhere I can travel where I won’t experience some kind of problem, so I wouldn’t necessarily choose any location with that criteria. But if I can get used to drinking three times as much water as I normally do (maybe five times in the summer?) and being more diligent about using sunblock most of the year, I think I can safely include Palm Springs on my list of places I’d like to live.

Though I would have to learn to cope with the earthquakes. But just like my allergies, what place doesn’t have some kind of problem?



To read Tamie’s full account of her journey including further photographs and a video accompanying the souvenirs she also picked up, then please visit the link below, thank you!



Sunday, 1 November 2015

Beyond The Hub Arrow: Malcolm Merlyn by Tamie Wiggins


My own accidental first impression of the character beside the point, we see Malcolm as a business-savvy and extremely charming man–how much of that is John’s natural charm coming through and how much is the character, we’ll probably never know–but with a terrible secret hidden beneath the charm.

Malcolm the family man

Officially, our first time seeing Malcolm with his son shows us that either he is a total jackass with his family… or is so much the business man that he doesn’t have the slightest clue how to show that he cares.

Given later scenes, in which he is shown gazing at a photo of his son and we, the viewers, are the only witnesses to that oh-so-tender expression, or the knowledge that it was his wife’s murder that broke him and turned him villain, I would lean towards the second theory, that he hasn’t a clue how to act with his son, but crossed quite a bit with the Tough Love approach.

Case in point:
Revoking every possible source of finances from Tommy in their very first interaction, under the guise of forcing Tommy to grow up and take responsibility for himself. Now, I don’t know how the economy works in Starling City, but here in the real world, not having things like a permanent residence or reliable transportation tends to count against you in finding a job, unless you can wrangle some kind of government assistance.

Tommy might’ve been given the chance to earn his wages at Oliver’s bar or in Malcolm’s company later on, but that doesn’t change the fact that both those jobs, and moving in with Laurel, were all, to some extent, a charity that he simply had no choice but to accept.

Although on the flip side of that: why do people who need money reject job offers simply to refuse charity? Sure, the offer was made to help that person, but it isn’t free money; it’s a chance to earn that money–and at least one instance had the job offered to someone who had the qualifications anyway–and yet, the rejection is there.

And then, following that financial fiasco, we see Malcolm actively trying to get in Tommy’s good graces (and even having a good motive for closing down the mother’s clinic if you can ignore the source of that motive), and trying to protect Tommy when running from a sharpshooter.
So in this context, I deem him someone who genuinely cares about his family and is absolutely terrible at showing it.

Malcolm the villain

As mentioned before, Malcolm Merlyn can be a very charming man when he wants to be.
We the viewers could see, almost immediately after his introduction, that he is a bad man, but most of the characters he deals with (and some of the viewers, in fact), can be forgiven for being lulled by his behavior and believing that he’s one of the good guys.

In fact, though his willingness to murder thousands of people whose only “crime” was living in the same area as where his wife had been murdered is more than a little unsettling, it’s made quite clear throughout the first season that his ultimate plans for the city are effectively good intentions with a horrible application.

And that makes him one of the most dangerous kinds of villains: the kind one can sympathize with, the kind that seems to make sense in his own way. The kind that truly believes, himself that what he is doing is for the best for everyone else.

He is even more dangerous when you realize that, had he not broken, he and Oliver would have been on the same team.

Malcolm’s original plans to “clean up” the city were exactly what Oliver began as the Arrow and it was the combination of grief at his wife’s death and frustration and anger at how long it was taking that persuaded Malcolm to take other steps. And yet those “other steps” turned him into the very corruption he sought to cleanse, the very corruption that Oliver was succeeding at cleansing, prompting Malcolm to try to eliminate the Arrow before he could be targeted himself.

And yet, for all that we know that about him, the charm remains.

We see him as much through the other characters’ eyes as we do through our own, and he does a very good job at persuading people that his plans are justified, or even simply misunderstood.
It isn’t until the end of Season 1, in what I personally find to be the most frightening display of his character, that he drops the charm… in front of his son… displays just how badly he’s lost it, right before he takes the final steps to put his plans to murder thousands of innocents into motion.


‘Malcolm Merlyn’ is an extract of a larger article taken from Tamie’s wonderful Wordpress account. To read it in full, go to:


  

Sunday, 1 June 2014

News Happy Birthday Tamie Wiggins


You celebrate your birthday with Brian Cox who portrayed Sydney Newman in Mark Gatiss wonderful docudrama ‘An Adventure In Space and Time.’

Did you know in 1968 Episode 6 of The Wheel in Space was broadcast?  It was Season 5 and starred Patrick Troughton as the Doctor with Wendy Padbury and Frazer Hines as his companions.
Written by David Whitaker from an idea by Kit Pedlar, it was directed by Tristan de Vere Cole.

Cybermats infiltrate a space station and are soon followed by the Cybermen... *



Others celebrating today are: Morgan Freeman, Alanis Morissette, Adam Garcia, Jason Donovan, Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962) and Powers Booth.


Have a great day Tamie.


Resources:
©BBC Doctor Who 1963
Mark Campbell (2000) Doctor Who Pocket Essential*



Friday, 30 May 2014

Expo & Cons Motor City Comic Con by Tamie Wiggins



My First Comic Con Since....Ever

I'm pretty sure the Motor City Comic Con held this weekend (May 16th - 18th) is the first time I've ever been to a Con.

Pity I had neither the money (for tickets and hotel stay both) or the opportunity to go to the whole thing, but Friday was pretty good, though it probably would've been a lot better if I hadn't been so single-minded and fixated on one and only goal that I accomplished in the first two hours. Maybe next time?

I did have a few slight problems, some of which I know I could have handled better by paying closer attention to my camera--as mentioned when Mr. John Barrowman was signing my copy of Hollow Earth

Posing without posing by sidequestpubs



The camera kept switching modes on me (I suspect my camera bag was hitting the dial). But hey, it's a learning process, right? I just hope I wasn't causing problems for anybody else or annoying anyone.

And others were purely things I'd like to have happened but that nobody really had any control over.

For instance, I'd found a picture I would have liked to have him sign: him on the motorcycle at about 1 minute 6 seconds

but I couldn't legitimately get it printed because the video's copyrighted, and printing it from my own computer, on plain old printer paper, just isn't the same.  I've yet to find a similar picture, and since I'd basically picked that image on a whim, I didn't exactly have time to ask the charity for permission.

Still, I'd bought a hard cover copy of Hollow Earth weeks ago in preparation for the Con (having long before bought and read the first two in the trilogy on my Kindle), and I brought that in for an autograph.
And according to the lady selling photos and accepting payment for the autographs, I was the first (as of roughly 2:30 pm Friday, so the Con had barely started) person there to ask him to sign the book.
I kind of wonder if I am, and will be, the only one to ask, but the Con isn't over yet!

A couple of odd stories involving that book, though.

While I was waiting my turn to see Mr. Barrowman - which, thanks to the number of people wanting to see him, really meant while I was waiting to be allowed in the line - I was chatting up a few other people who were similarly waiting, and at least one of the volunteers.
The volunteer in question had apparently never seen the book before, and at one point she asked if she could take a picture of it for future reference, so she could remind herself later to buy a copy.

Another odd story happened well after the fact. The book was signed, I'd been walking around for a while, taking pictures of various costumes, and my dad and I decided to take a break and rest our feet.

The table we'd picked had two other ladies who had also gone to see Mr. Barrowman.
Somehow or other we got talking about his music, and I told them about the Freegal system (an mp3 system that works through various public libraries) that led me to my first experience with his singing voice: a Swings Cole Porter tribute album.

At some point after this I dug out my 3DS, which had another of his songs on it, the Amazing Grace/Loch Lomond merger that he'd done a few years back. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SG553_bRxL4

I started playing that one, and since the speakers on the DS aren't very loud, the two ladies put in a set of earbuds so they could both hear it.

But that isn't the odd part. No, the odd part is this: these two ladies were among the fans that were disappointed to learn that Mr. Barrowman was homosexual and married... because it meant he's unavailable. (I can see where they're coming from, but suffice to say, the last couple of paragraphs in my "you know you need a job when" journal describes quite clearly my personal interest, or rather the lack thereof, in that particular aspect of the actors' lives.) Then they went on about how much they wished he would've written something like "love you" or anything of that tone when signing the pictures they'd bought (one of which, so the lady told me, he'd proceeded to sign right after she'd bought it, even though she hadn't paid for an autograph).
And then, and only then, did I bother to look inside my copy of Hollow Earth to see what he'd written....

Comic Con Prized Possession: Hollow Earth by sidequestpubs


Coincidence, I'm sure, but it was a pretty amusing discovery following their comments. (I have a weird sense of humor, so yes, this amuses me.  )
Incidentally, this brings to mind another "I wish I could've" scenario: If there had been time, and if there weren't fifty billion fans waiting their turn, I might've asked him for something more personalized, preferably some kind of encouragement to an amateur author. But again, I know the time wasn't there, and this is awesome as is.

And one more story while waiting my turn: one of the people I was chatting up was working for a vendor at the Con.
She offered me a free pin from her store as thanks for keeping her company, and after getting my book signed, I looked through the pins she had available and picked out....

Comic Con Souvenir Pin: Stories by sidequestpubs


We're all stories in the end.
I thought, being both a reader and a writer, it was the most appropriate one to be found.

My only other souvenir from the Con was a Who-themed bag, which I bought less for the sake of souvenirs and more because I was tired of having to juggle everything, especially when attempting to take pictures.









To discover more about Tamie’s journey to Motor City, visit the link below for more pictures.
Photos used in article courtesy of SQPublications