Even the frickin’ Count agrees…

 

Even the frickin’ Count agrees….

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Even the frickin’ Count agrees…

This was posted by a FB Community I follow on FB: Geeky Girls from the Dark Side.

I read the Twilight series. I’m a strong believer in trying something before you knock it (kinda how I became a gamer in the first place…). I can understand why teenage girls (and boys) enjoy the books. They’re very appealing to young people who crave love and attention and are wrapped up in the “Oh, I want a boyfriend/girlfriend and I don’t have any worth if I’m alone” cycle. Not only is it understandable, it’s possible I might have gotten involved in the craze had the books been around fifteen years ago when I was fifteen.

But I wasn’t fifteen when I read them. I was old enough to be troubled by the obsessive natures of both the protagonist and her love interest. Don’t both of them attempt suicide when they think they can’t have the other? Yeah, it didn’t work out for Romeo and Juliet either, and they were far more honest about being sexually frustrated teenagers. Oh, and Edward Cullen? You’re a pedophile. Yes, you have the body of a teenager, but you’re a hundred years old. Why are you hanging out in a high school (that goes for your creepy “brothers and sisters” too)? If I were a vampire, I’d hang out in a high school, but I’d do it for the bountiful feast sitting in the uncomfortable desks and brooding in the hallway between lockers. The Cullens don’t have that excuse: they’re vegetarians. Continuing with the pedophilia…I don’t care how often Stephanie Meyer tried to explain how “imprinting” wasn’t the same as “creepily-being-in-love-with-an-infant,” I’m not buying.

Game of Thrones is less sexually perverse.

Sure, vampires can be sexy. But please don’t forget they’re actually monsters and any interest they have in humans should be limited to one of two things: 1 – I’m hungry and 2 – The only way I can procreate is if I bite you. (I’m aware of the mythology that supports Bella getting knocked up with Edward’s baby. I’m just being traditional. Vampires shouldn’t sparkle and they shouldn’t be able to impregnate someone.)

Dear Stephanie Meyer: please grow up and read Dracula or the Anne Rice novels. They might scare you a little, and you won’t be comfortable with dealing with “non-vegetarian” vampires, but I promise you: you will understand why the above picture is hilarious. You may also want to consider the psychological reasons behind your need to sympathize with a brand of “vampire” that clearly should be on the losing side of any supernatural war.

xoxo – All of us.

 

A Belated Love Story: Spoilers Below

The first time I saw Doctor Who…I hated it. Yeah. You read that right. Wanted nothing to do with it. Although my memories of that first time are hazy, I believe the episode I was watching was #187, “Utopia.” That’s the episode where the Tenth Doctor runs into his arch nemesis, The Master. I didn’t like any of it. Thought it was dumb. Hated Jack Harkness.

It happened slowly over time. A little bit here. A little bit there. And then I got Netflix…I started watching Chris Eccleston as the Doctor. Fell in love. Rose Tyler was fantastic. The two of them together were brilliant. Jack Harkness came into play. How could I have hated him before. He was…I have to say it…delicious.

David Tennant stepped in. Surely no one could replace Chris Eccleston. But Tennant had me at “It…is…protected.” Fell in love. Again. And this time, I found I was a “Tenth Doctor” kind of girl. Cracked.com recently published an article about insane fan boys becoming involved in their obsessions. There, they discuss how David Tennant’s craze for the Fourth Doctor and his amazing scarf inspired him to be the actor who would one day become THE TENTH DOCTOR!!! He introduced us to the weeping angels (the episode that finally made me put Doctor Who in my Netflix queue). He defeated The Master. I wept like a baby when Rose (SPOILERS) got trapped in another dimension. I laughed like an idiot when he and Donna saw each other for the first (second) time in the Adipose office. And with him, we met….River Song. *Squee* I cried when he regenerated into Matt Smith. I didn’t want Matt Smith. Booo to the 11th Doctor.

And then I fell in love with the Eleventh Doctor. Matt Smith’s brilliance is that he so easily shifts between the young, manic madman in a box and the old, old world-weary man. Yes, Doctor, fezes are cool, and so are bow ties. Also, Neil Gaiman wrote “The Doctor’s Wife,” which was a brilliant episode. Love.

I can’t wait for next season to start, and I’m so glad I got into the show. I have to watch it when my husband isn’t home, for he is a “hater,” but I guess it’s fair. I hate Magic: The Gathering. He can hateThe Doctor…

Nevermind. He so can’t.

“Nothing is as real as what’s in your head.”

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Since Saturday, when I was LARPing, I’ve found my mind abuzz with things I must accomplish in downtime (MUGGLE ALERT: the time between games. This is a time to let your storytellers know what your character is doing when she’s not at game events). Unfortunately, life keeps getting in the way. Annoyance #1: Going to work. Not appropriate to use work computers to plan dastardly vampiric deeds. Annoyance #2: Being an adult. Paying bills, buying things for the house, making and going to appointments, exercising, cooking dinner…AD NAUSEUM. Annoyance #3: Personal hygiene. Really, do I have to tale a shower EVERY day? It seems to me that all that scrubbing time could be better spent researching in obscure books that I can annoy my STs with. {For the Sheldons of the world, sarcasm} Annoyance#4: Blogging…oh. Guess I can eliminate this one.

Malkavian Shindig Part II

The eyes of the City are steadfastly fixed: on me. My lips move and make the appropriate noise. This night is about offering my services. Or making my connection to the Oracles known.
The Ventrue is the first to question the Runes, but their answers are not what he had hoped. Characteristic of his Blood, he twists and turns the messages until they assure his ego, but it is not my place to interfere. Everyone must interpret the Oracle’s houses for themselves. Perhaps it is I who read them wrong. The Ventrue came for comfort that is rare, and not mine to give.
The Quiet Brujah was next; her vulnerability worn on her sleeve. She too had Hopes , but Oracles will not serve. She pulls a past of pain, a present of uncertainty, and a future of self determination that frightens. I am confused. She is unlike any Brujah I have met. I will make more of an effort to know this one.
The Night passes and they nearly all make use of my services. They blend together for me. It is not for me to make note of their questions or their Destiny. I Fear only once: the Giovanni is not pleased. I will find a way to ward my Haven from now on. I think she thinks it was I who spoke, and not the Oracles. I do not blame her for her mistake. Or perhaps she scoffed at the whole thing, but I must take no chances.
In the end, I was exhausted, and the Oracles were pounding in my brain. But the City knows now what I can do.

What they choose to do with it is their business.

Malkavian Shindig

I may have gone a bit mad.

Considering I’m playing a Malkavian in my current LARP, I suppose that’s only appropriate.

Last month, my character, Gemma, decided it was time to properly introduce herself to the Kindred of the city with–what else? A rune reading party.

Unfortunately, over the past years I have only bought clothes that were appropriate for two purposes: 1 – Hanging out and 2 – going to work, and often the two overlap. Great, economical plan, but not a great way to costume for a future-reading party.

So, I got to work.

Since I’ve been yarn-crazy lately, the first thing I did was to crochet a dramatic, “fortune-telling” shawl.There’s a picture to the right, but if you like it you can find the pattern on www.voknits.com. Really simple, and it went together in just a day.

Ok, I had my shawl, but as I walked into the local crafts store to find a clasp for it, something caught my eye: a display of “good luck charms.” And wouldn’t you know, Gemma is nothing if not superstitious. So, I made my first foray into jewelry-making since I realized macrame hemp and chokers weren’t necessarily the best look for a teacher.

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And what isn’t posted here is my “crazy” journal where I log all the thoughts going through my Gemma’s head.

What does this mean? Sure, it’s dedication to a character, but I’m pretty sure it also means that, in addition to my theory that gaming is a throwback to pretend time, it’s also a throwback to dress-up time.

The irony, of course, will be if my STs or fellow players are plotting my death. Disappointing at any time, but especially so when so much prep goes into a game!

So excited to LARP tomorrow…