Year of Topcow and Mass Effect, apparently. (Oh, and Portal 2.)
Though, Mass Effect part is going stronger, I have relaxed on buying Topcow TPBs because of my unfinished bookcase.
Mass Effect has shown me that I can be a part of a major fandom and not be afraid of people.
Mass Effect has shown me that I can be a part of a major fandom and I can be accepted by my peers.
I have made a lot of awesome friends! :D (Granted, mostly Kaidan fans but still!)
I actually have been able to write fanfics and draw pictures again. (Though, of course, both artist's and writer's block quickly reared their ugly heads :P)
I want to thank Zaff (for buying me the first game) and Silver (who got me the second game) and Sion (who suggested I start playing the first game but I wouldn't be surprised if he regrets having said that.)
Speaking of Sion, I'm kind of a bit pissy with him because he has this casual fan stance and bitched at me to the extent of "Please don't ruin the comics for me." I was taken aback at that because I've never gotten such a vicious comment like that. (I consider it vicious because how the hell can you be the person who gets me into a series that I like right off then act like everything I touch is poison. He's welcome to contest this, but that was how I felt.)
Which is why I barely mention Topcow except in tweets when I'm randomly commenting on having read a recent comic without spoiling. ("Just read Artifacts #10, that was awesome!")
Seriously though, I've seen weird shit in Mass Effect fandom and you know what? DIDN'T RUIN THE GAMES FOR ME. (A random manga-style picture of FemShep breastfeeding a bunch of Krogan babies, FOR EXAMPLE. People were disturbed by it enough to keep claiming it was Kelly.)
2011 also saw my dad survive a crazy event. He was trying to help a woman stopped on a bridge during a very icy sleet in last week of February. Her car had veered and gotten stuck, Dad hopped out to help and I'm not sure what exactly happened, but he couldn't get back in his truck (locked) ... and there was an coming car that was veering towards them. The woman was able to get out of the way but my dad's options was limited and he chose to jump.
The bridge was roughly 20-25 foot drop.
He landed on the sand and thanks to his coat being padded with down, he was able to survive the fall. I didn't get the message -- I had been at a bar with my sister and friends, celebrating the fact that my best friend finally came back to Wichita after so many years of being gone (like 12 years.) My sister and I immediately cleared the hell out and I apologized to my friends about needing to leave.
The wait sucked. My phone died.
Finally, we got to see dad and he was in considerably bad shape but hell, he didn't have any MAJOR life threatening injuries and I think we got more of the full story?
Right now, he's doing so much better and I think he has completely healed from all of his injuries -- building me the bookcase has been something of a therapy for him considering he usually has summer projects but due to the injuries not being 100% healed, he wasn't able to get it finished in 2011.
That's okay, the best part of 2011 is that my dad survived the jump from the bridge.