I got married back in May 2012. As starving artists and frugal beings in general, we did almost everything ourselves, which was fun, though stressful at times. I made my dress, several of the bridesmaids’ costumes, and the flower girl costume with the help of a friend. Alex made his costume, the groomsmen’s, the minister’s, and a few others with the help of the same friend. My mom made the cake and some friends and I decorated it. Alex and I came up with all the centerpieces, and I made the bouquets from fake flowers. We even had a potluck reception.
The wedding party walked down the aisle to “Concerning Hobbits” (The Fellowship of the Ring) and I did to “The Throne Room” (Star Wars), and the ceremony ended to the end credits theme from Stargate SG-1. We played soundtrack music during the reception, which we entered to “White and Nerdy” by Weird Al. The centerpiece themes were Star Trek, The Lord of the Rings, The Last Airbender, The Phantom of the Opera, Renaissance, misc. fantasy, steampunk, pirate, and Beauty and the Beast (I’ll post photos of them next). Alex cut the cake, topped with Eowyn, Captain Kirk, and the TARDIS, with one of my swords.
We wrote most of the ceremony and our vows, including every nerd reference could work in there.
His vows: In all my years and in all the lands, never has a fairer maiden crossed my path. I would not have this world end now, or lose so soon what I have found. The things love can drive a man to - the ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures and the glorious victories. Marriage is the greatest adventure of them all. It’s filled with pitfalls and setbacks and mistakes, but it’s a journey worth taking…’cause you take it together. I choose this path, to share this journey with you. You come first - before career, before duty, before anything. My Imzadi, I have been and always shall be your friend.
My vows: I will seek to help and encourage, to learn to love and be loved. To choose you over a nice MLT, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe. I will be your faithful friend and partner,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
I pledge to stand by you, resting in the knowledge that whatever darkness we face will not endure. This have I chosen, both the bitter and the sweet, for who, being loved, is poor? I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
At the close of 2013, we decided not to reprint our pilot and season premier episode zines. However, we saw the need to make them available, and thus the 2013 Archive was born. 69 pages of ≈Ω≠¡.
This zine encapsulates 1) the is sci-fi political/debut zine 3) the weapons of perception (media literacy jawn from our brochure) 2) the gentrification/space/community zine 4) our 2013 media dump/selections/reading list 5) bonus story from Alex Smith
A while back a friend of mine asked me if I could help him build a replica of Han Solo encased in carbonite to hang on the wall in his basement bar (which he’d themed to look like the throne room of Jabba the Hutt). So I told him I’d look into it and see what’s involved. While I was sitting in the cafe one morning, poring over photos of the original prop, my friend Jenny wandered in and asked what I was doing.
Queer Sci-Fi Reading Series From the files Baron Harkonen Solo-Margiela, District 98234. CLASSIFIED>
For 100 years, LASER LIFE has provided the denizens of the hollowed out, Siberian dystopic husk formerly known as West Philly, with the one and secret voice. Fashioning antennaes from bones of dead CEOs and the rotting the planks of the Comcast building onto abandoned warehouses and hipster enclaves, it’s ever revolving cast of miscreants and saboteurs have been broadcasting the last zombie drenched signal of hope out into the universe. They are all just the strange fags and three-eyed queers caught stealing fruit and guns at the intergalactic bazaar, stowing away on the Millennium Falcon, and photo-bombing the white washed sardonic landscapes of even the most triumphant Capt. Kirks in victory pose. We’ve found them. This is their Santeria, this is their church.
LASER LIFE known, dangerous throughout the galaxy:
Marissa Johnson-Valenzuela— the weaver the curator for the still untitled literary salon, Johnson-Valenzuela has created stark, unflinching habitats where we all clatter and bang, brushing our empty tin cans against the rusting steel bars of life. *powers and abilities: Dream weaving, mind control
Suzy Subways— the spark west philly’s own urban cosmic enchantress, Subways weaves the cityscape— all burnt out husk and Orwellian encroachment— into shifting beautiful literary orbs *powers and abilities: tactical firearms, laser cannon, silent weapons