Andee Frizzell's Blog

Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday I was screaming down the snow covered peeks on my snowboard. Now I'm dragging out my last seasons flip flops wondering, what happened to this strap? Happy Spring Gaters!

The last few months have flown by in a whirlwind of appointments, deadlines and all niters. I've spent much of the last few months planting the seeds of creative adventures in hopes something will root and grow. The entertainment industry here has taken a couple of hard blows, not to mention the global economy, yikes, and the silver lining.....time to develop those long forgotten daydreams.

I haven't forgotten you though. I was given a chance to speak at the last Creation convention here in Vancouver and was able to reconnect with many of you. I was delighted to see many familiar faces and meet new ones, engaging in old stories and sharing the new. This experience inspired me to write and thank you for your continued support, well wishes and all around general commitment to THE QUEEN! haha

I'm ending with a little story, again involving my mom and her great wisdom. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to posting again with new developments soon.

Take care of yourselves and your HIVE!!!!


Passed Down

My mother and I were sitting on my grandmother’s back porch having breakfast - strong black coffee and cigarettes. This of course was back in the day when cigarettes weren't deadly and we all smoked, clouded in a haze of blissful ignorance.

My grandmother had fallen ill suddenly and was dying. I had just flown from Australia to Charlottetown PEI to be there. Sitting right next to my mother. ‘Next to my mother’ was really only a physical location as both of us were world’s apart, swimming deep in our own thoughts and feelings.

I saw that my mother was deep in her own sea of contemplation and I wanted to send out a life boat. We had never discussed death before. Or living, for that matter. Excluding the discussions revolving around how I was making a living, or not making a living as a struggling actor. I digress.

So that's where I thought I would start. Discuss life.

“Mom," I asked, " When you were younger, did you sit around with your friends and discuss the meaning of life? Pontificate the question of our existence, the purpose of it all?”

My mother looked at me for a moment, as if I had just materialized right out of thin air.

“What?” she asked.

“Life, its meaning." I probed, " Did you ever discuss our purpose, our ultimate achievement as human beings?”

My mother looked at me over the rim of her coffee cup as she took another sip. I held my breath in anticipation. I had tossed out a life raft and my mother was climbing aboard, with a suitcase full of wisdom cultivated from different philosophies, in a different time, waiting to be shared with me.

“No, Andee, I didn’t. We all had f@*&'ing jobs to go to.” was her reply.


Life isn’t made richer by discussing it. It is made invaluable by experiencing it.

Life...... live it.





Excerpt from My Mothers Story

On The Road...

Sitting meditation, the practice of sitting and staring at a fixed point, doesn’t work for me. The purpose of this exercise is to still the chattering mind, connect to the thoughtful space within, and free oneself of the clutter of distractions that the mind generates.

Actually, I find it counterproductive. As a child, I grew up without many distractions, such as TV or toys. And now I have a very hyper active imagination. You sit me staring at a point on a wall in a quiet incense filled room and my imagination kicks into over drive.

Within those quiet moments I begin to imagine myself, always the heroine, fighting any imaginable crime against humanity, curing unfathomable illnesses or watching as all the wrongs ever done to me are put right and the perpetrators brought to universal justice. As every moment passes I am further away from "being present" than before I wrapped myself in my meditation blanket and plopped myself down on the comfy cushions to stare at the wall.

I guess that's why I like driving. There is nothing that can bring me square into the moment than watching the road, navigating around weather conditions or simply trying to maneuver my vehicle to pass slow moving traffic. When the road is slick with rain and the truck is hydroplaning all over the place, or the fog is so thick I can't see my own hood ordainment, or the ice and snow have whited out the lines on the road and my only thought is, “I hope there isn't a curve ahead,” only then do I feel totally in the moment. Totally outside the monkey business of the ever playing record in my mind of the past, present and future reruns that can crowd thoughts and dampen the spirit. When I need to clear my head I jump into my truck and head out on an adventure.

Often these "stop the world, I'm getting off" moments have led me off the beaten path and into unforgettable adventures like an Annual Chainsaw Sculpture contest or a small country fair, and once to the home of the world's largest frying pan.

It was on one of these meditative, life threatening road adventures that I was stopped by a passing funeral precession; it had been a long time since I had seen a funeral precession. I live in a bustling urban metropolis and I'm sure people die there as they do in rural areas but let’s face it. No one wants to get caught in downtown traffic, alive or dead. As I watched this mournful precession weave its way from the church to the cemetery I was reminded of something my mom had said last summer when her house was being threatened by a massive forest wildfire.

My parents purchased their home while on a summer vacation about nine years ago. They were driving through the country, stopping at points of interest, the Redwood tree forest, the Gold River Rapids. And one day they happened upon a small ghost town that had only 2000 residents. The town was built to house the miners at a local coal mine that had, since, shut down. The miners moved on leaving a modern day ghost town standing. To my parents delight and luck, they found this abandon town brimming with cheap available unwanted real estate. The homes came with acres of land and sold for next to nothing. They decided then and there to buy their retirement haven and purchased a homestead on the outskirts of this desolate, dying community. They bought a three bedroom house outright and went about making it a home, investing both time and money, rebuilding and renovating. The house sits on about an acre of land and behind it lays open fields and forests as far as the eye can see.

Last summer an out of control forest fire threaten to burn down their home. The community braced for the worst and went about establishing an evacuation route and providing homeowners valuable resources and tips on saving as much of their homes as possible.

I called my mom one night to touch base and get updated on the status of the fire; I asked her what she was doing. She said she was sitting out on the back veranda, having a beer watching the most fabulous sunset she had ever seen.

The smoke from the fires, raging only a few kilometers from her backyard, had created an amazing smoke screen of colors that had painted the night sky. I asked her if they had finished packing up the house already. She said yes. She said she had moved the BBQ with its propane tank away from the side of the house so that if the fire reached it and blew it up, it wouldn't take half the house with it in the blast. In the truck she had placed a few photo albums, a couple of important papers and a door knocker they were given as a wedding gift. Since they had salvaged so little I asked if they had decided to stay behind and try to save the house.

She laughed. We love this place a lot she said but not enough to die for it; it’s only stuff. Life is made out of the experience you have, not the stuff you accumulate.

Her quote was "Honey, have you ever seen aU-haul following a hearse?”

And as I sat watching long black limo after long black limo filled with mournful faces I realized she was right. There wasn't a
U-haul in sight.





Excerpt from Memoirs of The Lost and Confused

 
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!

In the theme of "newness" I am changing up the blog. I am posting excerpts from a book I've been writing. I hope you will enjoy these short stories. Please post any comments you have; about the stories, the site or any questions that keep you up at night, haha!

Yours truly, Andee




        One Of Life's Little Lessons

        My childhood home could be compared to a military compound: we were totally self reliant. We grew all our own food. My mother made pasta noodles by hand in our fallout shelter like basement and baked bread every second Sunday which she kept frozen for years in our caravan-sized deep freeze. Our front yard contained two huge crabapple trees whose blossoms of beautiful white flowers attracted every known kind of bee, which, in turn, gave our yard a kind of low humming drone that sounded like living next to a space heater that never cycled off. Every second season the trees would rain down hard, green, rock-like pellets that would knock one unconscious if one weren't careful. Our backyard, which was about a half acre, was home to an enormous vegetable garden; the sides of the house lined with raspberry bushes.

        This left no available space for the Wet Banana, the Slip and Slide or the Crazy Clown Whip Sprinkler that ornamented the other neighborhood yards during the hot summer months.

        What couldn't be made we traded for. We swapped pickles and yellow mustard relish for rhubarb pies and cabbage rolls made by other local urban hippies. One night my stepfather announced we would no longer be receiving our milk in pristine, white milk cartons with pictures of missing children plastered on them. He had acquired a dairy cow in a late night poker game and the farmer, having lost his prize heifer, agreed to house the animal on his farm. We would make the trek once a week to his farm to get our fresh milk, which came in an industrial plastic bucket, smelt faintly like grass, had a slight greenish hue and had little white balls floating on its surface.

        I sometimes wonder what the counter bet was against the heifer. My step father saying, "I raise your dairy cow with... a small child who eats little and puts on short plays after dinner for the family’s entrainment.” I shudder to think how different my life might have been had the farmer’s hand been better. As it was, we were the only family I knew of that both lived in town and had a cow.

        We needed for nothing. Our trips into the consumer Mecca, also known as the strip mall at the end of town, were few and far between.

        One afternoon my mother packed my sister and me into the car saying we were going to the supermarket for supplies. I imagined, like the fur traders in my grade three history book, we were heading to the local trading post to barter for sugar and exotic spices like tarragon and Cinnamon, maybe some “fire water" for Pa.
In the parking lot outside the mega mall, my mother laid out the protocol for behaving in public. We were to maintain contact with the cart at all times. The consequence for breaking this rule was death. I believed well into my late twenties that my mother would actually kill me. I feared that she would terminate my life at any moment for any wrong doing. I had no evidence to base this belief on, it just seemed... totally possible.

        It was that day at the mall, while my mother scanned the coupon flyer for daily specials that could save us a few more pennies and while my sister and I were devising ways to test boundaries of the cart --I had my ankle locked around the bottom rack and was trying desperately to reach as far away as humanly possible while my sister, with her beautiful long black hair, had it tied around the handle and was extending herself as far away as she could-- when I saw “it”.
“It” was to become my total obsession for the next four months. “It” was displayed on a rotating table, bathed in a pool of unnatural white light, in the window display at Radio Shack. “It” gleamed and shone like fresh fish skin hit by the morning rays and “it” spoke, of power and pride, of advancement and wealth. “It” was a portable Walkman Audio Cassette Player with a speaker on the back. Not only did “it” promise a private performance of sound but the ability to make the music a public affair! I saw in this little electronic gizmo the potential to raise me above my station --known as the family without a TV or a washer/dryer set-- and launch me into the world of popularity.

        As my mother tried to untie my sister’s hair from the cart and whisper our doomed fates under her breath, I stood transfixed by the display window like a refugee seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time. I knew I wanted “it” more than anything else in the world.

        As luck would have it, Christmas was just a few months away. In my family we were given only one Christmas gift a year, excluding socks, books and all the other non child friendly items. Each Christmas we were given the one thing that we longed for most. Many of you are no doubt thinking about past childhood whims that would have provoked you to ask for say: a pony; but, my mother had a way of convincing us of what WE wanted. If I would have been so careless as to ask for a pony, my mother would have sat me down with pen and paper and have had me write a list of all the pros and cons of owning a pony. She would remind me that I'd have to clean up the manure, share my half of the food rations, scour the countryside in search of hay and of course give up my bed so the horse would have somewhere to sleep. Once faced with a list of all the reasons NOT to want a pony, she would cleverly ask, “What else is on your list?" This time, I knew I would not be swayed. I wanted the Walkman.

        For the next four months I daydreamed about owning this Walkman and the wild power I would wield with it. I would have the power to include and exclude at will. All the popular kids would beg me to play their tapes and would try to bribe me with forbidden sweets, like fruit roll ups or chocolate pudding. I would walk to school surrounded by kids wanting just one listen to the secret music I was playing in my headset. I would be the most popular girl in school.
On our weekly trips to the post office to get our mail, I'd find abandoned flyer ads on the floor advertising the great selection and the unbelievable low prices of Radio Shack and I'd stuff as many as I could get down my shirt before my mother could reprimand me for picking up garbage and make me put them in the waste bin. I'd carefully cut out the Walkman ads and I’d make collages with them, cover my school books with them and I even dared to stick one to the fridge till I heard my father yell, "Who the hell stuck a coupon for ladies underwear to the dam fridge?” He had obviously read the back of the picture. I dreamed and hoped and longed. I counted down the days till Christmas.

        When Christmas came, a LARGE box wrapped in shiny green store bought paper sat beneath the tree with my name on it. I saw through the sham right away. My mother had wrapped my little Walkman in a huge box to trick me, to make me think she had gotten me something totally different. I smiled at her silliness and thought what a waste of such pretty paper.

        As Christmas morning arrived I could hardly contain myself, I thought I would throw up from the nerves. I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the tree and feigned interest in everyone else's presents until it was my turn to open mine. I unleashed myself on the box like hounds let out at the race track. Within seconds, tiny green pieces of paper rained from the sky like confetti at a wedding. And in my hands I held… a large red suitcase with a typewriter inside. I went white with shock. My mother looked at me as to say what the hell is the matter with you? Suddenly like a dam bursting I began to wail. Through stammering lips and great sobs of breath I told her everything. I told her about the Walkman, the collages, the book covers, the cut out on the fridge, the daydreams. When I finally finished my long diatribe I was shaking like it was -40 in the house.

        My mother took a long sip of her coffee and said, “Well, you never told me."

"Let this be a lesson to you." she said," You'll never get what you want in life unless you ask for it."


Excerpt from ''Memoirs of The Lost and Confused''

Hi ya Gaters!

I have to first begin by apologizing for taking FOREVER to post a new blog. I was away for most of October and November. Meeting many of you face to face in New Zealand..... where it mists alot... Melbourne.... where everyone was wearing their Sunday best with feathered, Durby hats.... and Germany..... where the worst blizzard in 60 yrs hit our tiny little village blanketing us in a beautiful winter white! So I will add I spent much of time away sitting on heaters hiding from the weather! haha

I have so many stories and pictures I want to share from my amazing travels.I was hoping to post them on a new blog on the new website but alas.....we've run into a snag or two along the way of building a new place for you all to come and visit. With that said,

" Hopes are high for a great new look and website page coming this new year.... 2009!"

For now, you will all have to forgive my tardiness and accept my deepest regret that the new site isn't up yet!


I want to.....



" WISH YOU ALL, MERRY FA-LA LA , LA, LA LA LA! "

Have an OUTSTANDING Holiday Season whatever you may celebrate! I lite my x-mas candle on Sunday with hopes to brighten not only my holidays but yours as well. Thank you all for making the time to visit me at all the conventions I was at this year, sharing your stories, your hidden tea houses, your photos, gifts and YOUR CHOCOLATE!


FYI Timmtams from Australia are little bits of heaven fallen to earth, try them if you get a chance!

Take care of yourselves, your family and your hive this wondrous season and I'll be in touch this coming NEW YEAR!

MUUWHAAAAA! xo

Andee




PS Special thanks to those of you that went out your way to make each of my trips exciting, fun and an adventure. You know who you are and what you did....haha.....xo

Hiya Gater's!

The votes have been tallied and the winner ...... "Mina"

Woot! Woot! Thanks everyone for your votes and your comments. Without you my lil queen would still have the name..."nasty mini me" as I have affectionately come to call her.

7 more sleeps till GATECON! I am so excited! I LOVE cons. What other job on this planet do you get to be surrounded by wonderful people telling you how great your work is and how terrific they think you are? None! Seriously, it’s a no brainer. I love my job! So PLEASE if you find yourselves in the neighbourhood next weekend, stop by and say hi! As I am sure many of you know by now that JumpCon has well....jumped clear off the radar. So this will be my first con in FOREVER.....and I have a lot Wraith lovin to share.....

Now to address something a little more serious, RUMOUR or REAL....another actress is playing a Wraith Queen in Season 5. This is REAL........all I can say is there is a very good reason for this. Keep tuned into the show to find out why............( its pretty cool ) I've said too much already.........Yikes!

And while addressing issues concerning change. Gilles, the amazingly talented creator of this website and I have decided its time to give the website a much needed FACE LIFT! We are going to add....OK he is going to add and I am going to be awed...tones of new photos from my modeling career as well as from my yoga career. We have got plans my friends, BIG PLANS! haha I hope you all will like the changes and I look forward to your feedback!

I have to bounce! I'm off to go wakeboarding. I hope all of you are enjoying your summer ...... or winter depending on your location! I will be in touch soon with pics and news from the con! Take care, may the life force be with you! Muuwhaaaaa!

L8'ter Gaters!

Andee

Wraithlord, SEWN premier was on August 7th. It was very cool and scary! I'm not sure where it’s off to next but check out PHD Productions. They have an intense trailer and some of the movie on their site. Enjoy!

Katrin, I love Halloween. It’s always been my favorite time of year. I love dressing up, obviously. haha My favorite costumes have been Cat Woman, Uma in Kill Bill and of course vampires from Anne rice novels.

Elizabeth Fletcher, Lyndia is a beautiful name. Of course all "nasty mini me's" can be renamed once you get them home. My Barbie was named Jade when I was kid. I liked the name Jade better so.....Jade she was. I think Lyndia is a marvelous name for your Queen!

Hannah, I hope you make it out to Gatecon! And as for the immortalized.....well...it’s pretty great. When I first started acting I was sitting in a room full of actors who were discussing their goals for their careers. Many were stage actors and professed " I want to perform Othello at the Rose theatre in London England." ( must be read in a snooty bad English accent ) Or other such goals. When it came my time to share I simply stated " I want an action figure." Everyone laughed. Well, one of my goals has been achieved and that's ......well......cool.

Hello Gater's, how is everyone? Thank you all so much for posting replies! I am humbled by your gratitude and wonderful comments! Who ever would have guessed playing the bad guy could get you so many friends! haha Seriously, thank you for all your kind words and wishes. I have been keeping as busy as ever this year. I filmed a Canadian production titled SEWN in January and Febuary, treked down to LA for some photo work ( a little birthday bash ) and have been auditioning for a few roles up here. Season 5 of SG-A is filming now and without dropping any spoilers ( I redden at the thought ) there will be some great episodes to look forward to. That's all I have to say about that! haha So with all that said! I have some SUPER cool news! Are you ready......... I have an action figure! Woot! Woot! How awesome is that!!!! I recieved a call last month saying that the figures were now available! I have attached a photo of my little Queen!



Isn't she a doll! Teehee! OK my wonderful fans, I have a job for you all. There have been two names given to this character. One is Diana ( anubis91 ) and the other is Mina ( wraithlord ). So here's your job. Cast your votes for the name you feel best suits this little Queen. Diana or Mina.

I also wanted to add: please check out the websites of these amazing artists who have put together beautiful works of wraith art. Risem, Eiri, Katrin, Wraithlord and Icarium. If you access the last blog, find their posting, click on their websites, you will see some very creative works of art.

Well, Gaters, I must sign off for now but I look forward to getting your feedback on the best Wraith Queen name.

Take care of yourselves and as Craig the Wraith says, "May the life force be with you!"

L8'Ter Gaters,

Andee


PS:

Linda from England: "The answer to your question may be told in season 5." ( Maybe !!!! )

Rebecca & Wraithlord: "Thank you for the birthday wishes! I had a wonderful day on Malibu beach."

Eiri: "I love the Wraith Queen ballad! I only wish I could sing. Well... I can sing, just badly! "

Katrin: "I am getting new promo shots done in the next few weeks and I promise to post them here in the gallery."

Hello Gaters'

I want to start off this blog by saying a great big thank you to all the wonderful wraith followers out there that sent in their amazing photos which you will see as you scroll down this blog.

On another note, Last Man has finally aired so I am adding a photo I hope you all will enjoy. Remember I have been holding onto this photo for a few months now waiting for the episode to air. At the P3 convention in London I nearly let the head out of the bag to say........ ( who says that! no one surely! ) when I mentioned that Connor and I had worked together recently, as everyone listening would have gathered for that to happen the Hybrids and the Pure Bloods must meet again! OOOPPS! I am glad the episode aired so soon after and no one busted my little spoiler. Or if you did bust me, you let me hang my head in shame! ( teehee )

I spent much of that day on set introducing everyone to my head, making ridiculous jokes about losing my head, two heads are better than one, table for two etc.... you can only imagine how annoying I was! Well....let's get on with the photo's right!

Our first set of photos comes to us from Emma and Angus in the UK! Check out the guitar! Rock on Wraith! Wraith's World! hahaha

 

 

 

Second is the amazing Craig, whom I have met in person and doesn't look anywhere near this scary. Funny, people always say that to me! Now I know what their talking about..... teehee

Third entry is from Jill and her amazing hive at home! Tell me is that the cutest little wraith kid or what! It was so unfortunate that I missed this talented family at P3 where they had put on a "Food Chain" I am so ecstatic you mailed me these pics!

 

 

 

 

Fourth entry is from Miss Jane and her gang of tribbles! This is Johnny Tribble and he looks to me a lot scarier than James ever could as a Wraith!

And finally some beautiful wraith art from Stefan. Aren't these pictures gorgeous! I love the horse!

 

 

Thanks again, for all the entries. I have decided that everyone that mailed in a picture as a wraith is going to get a signed photo! How can I seriously only pick one favorite as all the entries are so creative and different from one another!

Before I get to answering some of the posts I wanted to add that the Queen from the Last Man is totally, defiantly dead, I have the pictures to prove it ....... but in sci-fi is anything totally definite! WINK! Be on the look out for season 5 Wraith followers, there is many great twists coming........ and well that's all I can write for now!

Take care of your hive!

L8'Ter Gaters!

Emma, the Mighty Boosh! Hilarious! I loved the mirror ball full body suit! I need to get one of those! haha

Patricia Bertrand... thanks so much for the invite to the Fab Fan party! I am sorry I have to decline as I am at the Fashion Week shows and will not be able to attend! Please send me some pictures to the lookalikeawraith[at]live[dot]ca and we can post them here if you like! Have a great time!

Mel... what happened to your wraith pic? Sorry to have missed it! haha

Mika the Wraith... I will be honest; I did not get the impression from the script while shooting that the wraith scientist was being called by his given name. I will look over the episode myself and get back to you when I have. Sorry, I couldn't be more helpful.

Noir...... thank you for the feedback. The Queen in that episode is well........ wink!

Lastly... Stefan Luetkebrune... Please email me at lookalikeawraith[at]live[dot]ca I tried to email you back to get a mailing address and it sent back a failure notice. Needing an address to mail out your signed picture. Thanks!

Hello Gaters!

HAPPY 2008 EVERYONE!

It's February and the New Year still has that new car smell!

Well... for me 2008, Year of the Rat, has started off with a bang. We have been having record snowfalls here in my part of the world which means lots of snowboarding. "Hooray!" Also I have been shooting a new film titled SEWN and I popped over the pond to London for a surprise appearance at the P3 convention. "Whew... it’s been a wild one!"

I had an absolute riot at the P3 convention! An experience there has led me to a great idea. The second night of the convention there was a costume contest. I had been hearing about it all day and was super excited to attend. I was looking forward to seeing the rumoured Wraith costumes. Unfortunately, jetlag kicked in (it felt like I had been hit by a blow dart and knocked unconscious) and I woke up at 2:30am with my camera still around my wrist and hopes of catching everyone in their best evening attire, crushed! So, I've decided to hold a Wraith costume contest right here on the website.

Here is my brilliant idea. I have set up an email address in which you can send photos of yourselves dressed as wraith. I will collect photos for the next month, Feb 14th (Happy Valentine's Day), (Long Love the Wraith) till March 14th, then I will post them on this blog and you the fans can post your comments! A winner will be chosen and the prize will be ...... a million.... (I don't have a million anything) ........a signed photo of the Wraith Queen! So here is your chance to show everyone your best Wraith’ ness'!

Please send all pictures to "lookalikeawraith @ live (dot) ca"

Please, please send photos. I beg you. If you don't I may have to resort to posting vegetarian recipes or yoga postures to relieve stress next month! Ha-ha (a symptom of bloggers block and a four month writers strike both deadly to an entertaining post) I am waiting excitedly for your responses!

Take care, L8'ter Gaters

Andee

PS

I want to add an apology here to Craig the Wraith. I made an error in my last blog stating that Craig was a lady and he is NOT. I am sorry Craig.

PSS

I also want to add a huge thank you to everyone who has posted such great responses on the blog! I love the feedback, the questions and of course getting to know you, the fans better. So thank you again for taking the time to post!

Merry Holidays and Happy New Year!

Whatever you may celebrate, I hope the holidays bring you joy and happiness.

For a little holiday laugh, check out.......

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1692813494

Something for the Wraith followers!

Later, Gaters!

Hi Gaters! Hooorrraaayyy! Guess who is coming back to entertain for another season! That's right! Stargate Atlantis has been picked up for another season! Season five plans to be full of turns and twists, and aliens! Haha! As for me, I'd like to dedicate this blog to all the wonderful fans I have met on my travels to the conventions. Without fans the show would never be able to continue! So here is my tribute to you! Thank you for all the shared stories and all the awesome gifts and words of encouragement! You gaters really are the best!

The first picture is from London. This amazing outfit is a replica of my outfit from Allies. This talented fan made it herself. And she assures me she gets green to complete the look whenever she has time to! Super cool!

This picture is also from London, taken on my way through the crowd I bumped into "Steve" my partner in crime! Here's a secret, it's a lady inside and she has made the mask herself in her kitchen! That is so neat!

This is picture of the coolest group of girls this side of Pegasus! These wonderfully bright, smiling girls travelled from all corners of the known world to come show their support of the show! That is dedication! Thank you
for the sweets and the beautiful picture!

This picture is from Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was invited to join this troop of Stargate Atlantis service men and women even though I am the known, sworn enemy! Thanks 21 for including me in the fight!

This is a picture also from Tulsa. The beautiful Princess Leia. She's not on my show, but what a great outfit!

This is also a pic from Tulsa. Who is this handsome devil? Captain James! But everyone calls him Jim!

This is a picture of me trying my dance moves in Tulsa at the Dinner With The Stars evening. Even the Queen pulled out some moves that night!

And lastly, this is a picture from the Dinner In Tulsa, where this amazing fan gave me a copy of my Flash Gordon episode which I hadn't seen! Thank you so much for the dance and the DVD!

Well, that's about it from me! Everything is slowing down for the winter and I am waxing my board in hopes to shredding soon! I hope this season brings you all happiness and joy! Take care Gaters! Till next time, Andee

Hello Gater's, Andee here back from the Pegasus Galaxy and I've got photo's. Many fans have asked about the make up process so what a better way to explain it then via photo's. These pictures were taken while shooting the episode "Spoils of War" which I highly recommend all fans to be on the watch for this season! Not only because yours truly is in it but the episode explains alot about the Wraith. I had a great time on set and was very excited to share these pictures with you. I had some struggles getting this blog up due to my inability to make computers understand what I want them to do! heehee I hope you all like the pics and I will be writing again very soon about my trip to London! I am exceedingly over joyed to be traveling to Europe. Thank you to everyone who has kept posting comments and to those fans that have bought pictures via the on-line store. Take care, keep watching!

L8'ter gaters,
Andee

4:30am
The queen arrives!

4:35am
Bald cape glued down

4:45am
Mask fitted for glueing

5:30am
Mask glued on and powdered

5:35am
The body painting begins

6:45am
Still painting

7:45am
Airbrushed veins looking good nearly done

8:15am
Into the hair chair for wig fitting

8:45am
Hair piece in place

9:15am
Wardrobe on and ready for finals

9:30am
Contacts in!
The queen is ready for her close up!

Hello Gaters!

“All I am, all I have is because of you, the fans. Thank you." Gene Simmons

I want to dedicate this blog entry to you, the fans. For all fans that posted birthday wishes. For all the fans that stood in line to get autographs and pictures with me. For all those fans that shared their stories and their excitement about the show. Thank you. Thank you for all your appreciation and words of encouragement. Thank you, as Gene has said, for making me all that I am!

I had a wonderful, amazing time in Denver. I was able to speak to so many fans about the show and be witness to so many creative works of art and costume. I loved the question answer forum in which I was able to speak directly to fans about their interests. It was so much fun! It has yet to be posted but I am blessed with the opportunity to go to ....LONDON... (Hooray) this fall. Sept 8th and 9th. I am looking forward to meeting even more of you and hearing your stories!

Here are a few highlights from my story collection.

The first convention I participated in was held here in Vancouver this past March. I had never been to a con before and wasn't really sure as to what to expect, of myself or the fans. I arrived at 3pm for a meet and greet. I was rushed through a kitchen and thrust a microphone and ushered up onto a stage. As my eyes adjusted to the lights I realized I was standing in front of 500 people. Many thoughts ran through my head, sounding a lot like ...holy @$%#^^... I felt the excitement in the room and flash bulbs were going off. I wasn't really sure what was going to happen. What I did suddenly realize was that I was wearing a grey turtle neck sweater. GREY sweater under a thousands lights and in front of a room full of strangers. Can you say...the heat is on...Never the less; the crowd was wonderful and asked so many questions, forgiving me of my ramblings and laughing at all my jokes. I felt like I could fly or even create world peace...until....until I felt... damp...my holistic natural deodorant had fled the stage leaving me to sweat like a lady of the night in a church! Yes, my first guest appearance and I had sweat stains that would send the "Are you Sure" girls running for cover. Everywhere across this nation and others, fans have photos of me with great big wet spots under my arms EXCELLENT! I am human after all, darn it. Note to self NEVER wear a grey sweater, EVER!

The last con I visited in Denver had a huge vender’s room. I was desperate to buy souvenirs. So one morning before I was scheduled to sign autographs I headed down to the vender room in hopes of acquiring plastic alien key chains, some crazy bumper stickers and of course t-shirts. As I walked around the room I noticed people start to notice me. Now not to be a braggart but I often have this happen to me. I mean really, I'm six foot one woman dressed in black, reading out loud postcards and laughing my signature throaty croak. People were becoming aware of me. A gentle man approached me and asked shyly if he could have a photo taken with me. Of course I said. We stood side by side while his wife took the photo. They were adorable. After the photo was taken the man took my hand and said in his most sincere tone, "I love your work. We both do, we never miss an episode of Battle Star. Thank you." And with that he walked away. It took me a minute but I was like hey.....I'm not on Battle Star. (YET!!!) So this is a note to Tricia Helfer ( you are a goddess) there is a wonderful couple somewhere in the USA that think they have a photo of you holding some plastic Star Trek mugs and a Family Guy t-shirt. Sorry.

My last story involves my mom! It was posted on this website that my Supernatural episode was going to air April 19th at 9pm. I had told a few friends and of course my biggest fan, my mom, to watch out for it. Unbeknownst to me, my Mom corralled all her friends into her tiny living room to watch her daughter on the show that has those two cute boys. At about 9:45pm my mom calls me. "Honey,” she says, "We have watched almost the whole episode and we have only seen your ankles. It was you that ran up the stairs and dropped your towel right? Well, we are wondering if we will see your face in the next 15mins because Evelyn has to go." I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my couch. I forgot to call my mom and tell her that the episode on TV wasn't my episode and that she'd have to watch the next week. So this is to the actress that played a towel dropping vixen on Supernatural, my mom and her friends think you have great ankles!

As for the rest of my life on this planet, I have been auditioning and working on some different projects. The summer is finally here and the sun draws me to the beach everyday. Much to the dismay of my modeling agent! (NO sun!)

I hope this blog finds all of you enjoying yourself and traveling far and wide on your sci-fi adventures. Thank you again for all the support and well wishes. Take care,

L8'ter Gaters!

PS

Steven: best way to memorize lines for me is to rehearse with a scene study partner. Repeating the scene over and over and ………

Michael: I would love to audition for 24 but alas it casts in LA.

Kate: Yes I am playing a heroin addict in Mark Tuit’s new film Blood: A Butchers Tale.

Kevin: Thanks for the compliment. Maximum has all the very beautiful leading ladies featured.

Noir: I have no news yet about season 4. Keep your Wraith armored fingers crossed for me!

Tucker: My favorite colors are white, baby blue and pink. My favorite actor and actress, hard to answer. There are many favs for different reasons.

Thanks for the feedback! Hope I didn’t miss anyone!

Hello Gaters,

What an incredible whirlwind month! I'm lovin’ it! I am sorry it has taken me so long to get this blog written. I had started a few different entries then I would get pulled away before I could post. So here it is…… finally!

I went to the Creation Con this weekend, my first convention ever! What an incredible treat! The fans, you, were absolutely wonderful. The questions were great and the chance to meet so many fans was truly an unparallelled experience. I did a thirty minute question answer period from stage and shared this next story with them. So if you heard the Submersion story already, sorry for the repeat.

Here it goes.....

I get a call from the Stargate Atlantis stunt coordinator. He asks me,” How long can you hold your breath?" I am a bit amused. He says " No, seriously, they want to shoot a scene that would require you to stay underwater for at least 30 seconds, can you do it?" I laugh. Of course I can hold my breath for 30 seconds. So, he proceeds to describe how the shot will look. A tank was built, 3 feet deep and about 6 feet wide. The water was then treated with bromide to dye the water a dark spooky black. The idea was that they wanted to have a crane shot of the still water and then swoop down to see the Wraith Queen emerge into camera. Very scary, very cool shot. I was totally into it.

On the day, I was dressed in my usual regalia, leather corset, high heel pointed toe leather boots, long flowing leather jacket and of course, my mask and wig. I was told to step into the tank, which they so kindly had made warm so it felt like a warm bath and not some ice cold torture chamber, and then stand in the center. I moved to my mark noting just how heavy my leather outfit was becoming as it took on water. They had told me that there was a 50 pound weight at the bottom of the tank with handles on it that I was to hold onto while under the water so I didn't float up. They tied my long hair to my belt and gave me the thumbs down. I was to take a big breath in, slowly lower myself into the tank, (as to not make any ripples) grab hold of the handles on the weight, stay very, very still until I heard a tapping on the side of the tank, then ever so slowly I was to emerge out of the water right into the camera and give my signature hiss. No problem right? Wrong!

There was something all of us had forgotten to take into account, MY WHOLE HEAD WAS MADE OF FOAM! Remember, from the first blog, my face mask is made totally of foam. My wig has a foam lift under it, kinda like a foam balloon. Well....I won't get into the science of it BUT FOAM FLOATS! So, I slowly emerged myself under the water. I grabbed hold of the handles and I slide my feet under the weight. I crouched down to wait. Suddenly, I felt like my entire body was going to sling shot itself clear out of the tank literally face first. My whole face was lifting up from the base of my neck, I held firmly to the weight, but it too started to lift, bobbing slightly on the bottom of the tank. My wig was fighting to free itself from the top of my head and because it was tied to my belt, it was trying to take my pants with it. I struggled to hold myself under the water, faintly I heard the soft tapping on the side of the tank, I thought to myself, if I let go of this weight now I am going to be the first actor to fly across a set without the use of wires! I dug my feet even further under the weight; I grabbed hold of my pants and basically used my clothes to climb my way to the surface. I broke through the surface without as much as a ripple. After the director yelled cut, I burst out laughing. I explained to the crew that my mask was trying to take my head off!

We took the mask off at the end of the night and I drove home after a long, hard day on set. The next morning I woke up and headed into my bathroom for a shower. As I passed the mirror I saw some discoloring around my neck. I leaned in and discovered that the mask had left a ring of hickies around my collar! It was a little tough to explain.

Well...there you have it. The Submersion emersion story.

At the convention a lot of questions were asked about the future of the Wraith in the series. Again, I have no knowledge of the future of my so loved character and her species. I did however catch John Smith after his talk on stage. He gave me a great big hug and said," See you soon. We are doing a lot of Wraithing this season." Can I hold that as a confirmation of my continued existence as a character and as a species maybe yes, maybe no! We will all have to wait and see!

To answer a few more specific questions posted in the last blog.

Joe, you want to know about acting and how to get started. My suggestion, find a reputable acting coach in your city. Acting is a skill that can always be trained and improved. Find a good coach, or school and they will direct you to what resources are available locally to you! And BREAK a leg, good luck!

Rebecca, hand-gina's are prosthetic pieces glued to the inside of the Wraith's palm to symbolize the Wraith feeding orifice. The name was adopted because the prosthetics look ...... well... you can figure out the rest!

And finally Claire, I am a true Aires born April 16th. That’s right for all you out there with a calendar, I am about to celebrate yet another year young!

Well, I guess that’s it for this installment. Thank you all again for your continued interest in the blog. Please keep posting comments, I love the feedback. Take care,

L8’ter Gaters!

Hi Gaters!

I am writing from my trailer on the set of Supernatural. I have played the not human and now the not alive! I play a nurse hell bent on killing, even from the grave! Acting is so great!

Speaking of acting, in my last blog I shared my opinion of the Wraith characters that I play on Stargate Atlantis. When I receive my script, I do some research into past episodes that will help me create the motivation for my character. I read past episode transcripts and take notes on the Wraith developments. It has been my opinion that the Wraith are motivated by their need to feed. I am blessed to have such creative writers to deduce my conclusions from but I am not privy to the writer’s intent for the characters development or where they intend the storyline to go. As an actor my role is to create the character from within the confines the writers have created for the character to develop. Imaginative costume design teams create the incredible outfits that I wear and another talented team of designers create the world in which my character lives. All this is based on the ideas of the writers. Each character has a team working to bring it to life. I hope this may answer some questions about how much input I have on costume design, character development and storyline leads. Basically, I have little to no input. I am a drop of water in a huge pool of creativity.

I have been asked a few times now about roles I would like to play and where I see my career going. I put a lot of thought into an answer. I can think of numerous movies and characters that have moved me, changed me, motivated and captivated me as an audience member and it’s those kinds of roles, I'd like to play. Characters and roles that move an audience. So when I look back over my career, many, many years from now, I want to see it full of unique memorable characters. Parts that pushed me to challenge my acting and my imagination as well as moved the audience to a different understanding of themselves and the world around them. I have said to my family and friends, (my first fans), that I really don't care about being famous, just remembered.

Besides I am already living my dream role. I'm a working actor. I have always been an actor. I was one of those kids that loved to play dress up and put on backyard shows from the top of the family picnic table! I spent many hours playing dress up and creating characters. I think somewhere my aunt has photos of me playing a priest, preaching to a congregation of one, my little sister, from a pulpit made of stacked firewood. I was six. Even then I was playing character roles. I used to run comedy show in the girls bathroom at my high school, during the lunch hour. The girls would sit up on the counter tops, cross their legs, light cigarettes and wait for the Andee Show. And now, I actually get paid to do what I love.

Having said that I have always wanted to be an actor leads me directly into answering a post about my belief in God. You can not be an actor and not believe in God. I mean what would I do if I couldn't I bargain, plead and pray for that role I so desperately want.

Well, its lunch and the smell of something wonderful are wafting my way. Take care,

L8'ter G8'ters

Ps Thank you for continuing to check in and posting your comments. I love the feedback!

Hello Gaters! I'd like to dedicate this blog to answering some of the questions you the fans have asked. I'd like to start by answering some of the character questions. One of the most interesting questions posted has been my take on the Wraith culture.

Here is a little background into what we already know of the Wraith as a species.The Wraith are mutated humans. The human DNA was mutated when the humans came into contact with a life sucking bug called the Iratus bug. The Iratus bug allowed the mutated human hybrid to evolve in ways of strength, self-healing, telepathic abilties, hibernation abilities and longevity.

So in combining the two, the Wraith have insect qualities, (the need to eat, to multiply) and the Wraith have the cognitive abilities of the human. What we end up with is a pretty formidable enemy, (much like cockroaches in hot countries, LOL).What makes them such of formidable enemy is that their ability to achieve their main goal has been heightened by the human ability to think. My take on my character has been that their main objective is Hive preservation, continuing their existence. The Queen establishes her Hive, workers and drones, and they all work with the same objective. Add in human intelligence, technology, cognitive abilities, problem solving abilities and the ability to integrate knowledge allowing the evolution of their ability to achieve their main goal and we have the Wraith. Let’s take the Keeper from the pilot. The Keeper tried to physically over power Colonel Sumner to obtain information about Earth. Then we see, the Queen in Allies using deception to learn information. To answer the question about Wraith culture, I would say that they do not have a culture, more like an objective. That’s what makes them so scary, so "Evil." I was asked in an interview with GateWorld, if I thought the Wraith were evil. I said no, because I don't feel like they are. As I wouldn't say that I think mosquitoes are evil for biting me. Even though mosquitoes are super annoying, I don't think they are evil. They are just trying to achieve their goal of preservation the way that their DNA establishes it to be done.

The next related question is about the wardrobe of the Queens verses the male Wraith. Even skin tone and coloring of the Queens is different from the males. Here I think the creative team behind the Wraith are trying to establish the hierarchy of the females. The Queens are the brains inside the Hive and their different costumes establish that division of rank I think. Again, I think this is also established by the fact no Queens carry weapons. The male Wraith carries the responsibility of protection of the Hive while it seems the Queens are more in control of the preservation of the Hive.

We all have our roles in the TV and film business. And the talented writers at Stargate Atlantis already know where and what they want their characters to do. My job as an actor is to take their vision and make it come alive. So as much as I am very interested in seeing the how the Wraith develops, that’s left up to imagination of the writers. As for my part, it is up to my imagination to create the characters expressions inside the frame work of the writers’ vision.

To answer a few of the more personal related questions. I had a great laugh when I read the posting about the contact lens that a fan had worn in the past that kept rotating while he was wearing them. Even though the cat eye lens have small weights in the lens to keep the bottom half lower they still rotate. I have a great team of contact lens persons that follow my everywhere on set making sure my eyes don't look like a pregnancy test. ( - / ) There has also been a few questions asked about my fight training. I enjoy the discipline of many different sports. I know that I have been blessed with many opportunities in film and TV based on those special skills. Perhaps in some future episode, the writers might have use for an ass kicking Queen!

Now that the new season is upon us it will be very interesting to see where the creative writers take us. I was asked questions about the shows direction and which storylines will lead where but that is out of my realm of knowledge. And how little fun would it be to know anyway! Lastly that leads me right into my next question. The direction or expectation of this website. I have plans to open the online store soon that will have pics and autographs other than that it’s up to your imaginations. If you have questions, comments, feedback, I'll do my best to respond accordingly. That’s really what this site was meant for. Communication between myself and the amazing viewers that keep our show running.

Oh ya, there was a request for vegetarian recipes. I have a quick and easy one. I take extra firm tofu, crumple it in to a frying pan ( looks kind of like scrambled eggs) add salsa or spaghetti sauce, through in some tomatoes or green peppers, medium heat for a few mins till everything is warm basically and then I shred tofu cheese on the top and tada...tofu scrambler. It is high in protein and is SSSOOOO easy. No life-force needed! I haven't shared this recipe with James. Who, by the way, is an extremely talented actor and an out right really great guy. We had a lot laughs on set!

In signing off, I want to thank you all for your feedback. Keep checking out the site and posting your comments! Take care.

L8'ter Gaters!