Having an over-inflated sense of destiny is a great antidote for impostor syndrome. Girl Genius was the Mary Sue for the inventor girl in me, and gave me an ironclad fantasy even for the rough times.

This is going to sound like a joke but I swear to God I'm being 100% serious - Spider-Man 3. Just before it was released I lost my uncle to violence (yes, really) and I broke up with my girlfriend of 3 years. Seeing Peter deal with that AND a dark, harmful substance (for him it was the symbiote, but for me it was…

Cassandra Cain's Batgirl run.

This got me through an especially rough patch last summer. My dream job had just ended, and I was going through a bout of depression. This movie was an utter revelation, 2 hours where I could easily forget the troubles I was going through. The soundtrack was all I listened to for a month, and it was the only thing…

Man, I came *this close* to reading that one passage from Reaper Man (you know the one) at my grandfather's funeral. Got outvoted by the committee, sadly.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier. I'll just leave my post over on Jezebel to explain why.

I read every single book as a young kid. It helped through the very awkward years of puberty - I developed super early and actually got made fun of for being tall and having boobs. Seriously. It was nice being in a different world where I was accepted

Robotech

I don't know that I can pick just one.

Whether the loss of a grandparent (or two in one year) and such, I find nothing can soothe the spirit better than a Discworld book.

Every time I hear Amy sing, I’m so sad that there will never be any more music from her. It would have been just wonderful to watch her evolve over the years.

That is a nice place to throw up.

I threw up in a potted palm in the lobby of the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco, at my Senior Ball, right in front of the principal. Apparently I am allergic to scallops. I arrived, had my photo taken, sipped a 7 Up, turned green, and spent the rest of my evening in the lady’s room, where the speech and debate…