Next year in Kansas City, we will be hosting Worldcon (“we” meaning we Missourians, not me personally, as I am a minor player at best in this drama). I am thrilled and excited to finally be in a place in my life where I can participate in person instead of through my endless babblings on line. Last night I stayed up way past my bedtime to watch the Hugo Awards 2015, and I have opinions. I started to write them as a Facebook post, then decided to move them here: My more coherent (daylight) thoughts on the Hugos: The puppies got socked in the nose with a newspaper last night, and they are yipping that they meant to get socked, and besides, the Hugo isn’t so great after all and they didn’t really want it. Which is par for the course. There is so much spin in their position at this point that if they were to stop spinning there would be no there, there, at all. I have a great deal of compassion for many of these folk. They will never be able to live their support of this down, and some (many) of them will probably eventually realize how
Goodbye, Leonard Nimoy. This “half alien” geek girl will miss you. I first watched Star Trek (the Original Series) on a small black and white television when I was about eight or nine. We had to hold the rabbit ear antennas just right to get the signal, and it was a revelation to me years later that they all had brightly colored uniforms. A lot of girls identified with Uhura. She was beautiful, intelligent, commanding, and oh, so cool. And she could speak “side eye” code sooooo well. But I didn’t identify with her. I wasn’t cool. I wasn’t beautiful. I didn’t do subtle. I was the stick thin girl with thick glasses and buck teeth, straw colored hair and pale skin covered in freckles, usually dressed in homemade dresses and smocks or hand-me-downs, the one who climbed trees to read books in peace and laughed like a horse.
You’re used to lots of screen shots and PVP review and a video of game play and all that. Didn’t do any of it. I was having too much fun playing. What I am going to give you is a playability review of Elder Scrolls Online (ESO), from my slightly different perspective. See, I’m an old woman, by gamer standards (47 years old). I started tabletop gaming at 1st Edition D&D when it was the only edition, and I started video gaming at Pong. My first MMORPG was FFXI, then WoW, then LOTRO, then SWTOR, and I’ve been hanging around Neverwinter lately because it doesn’t demand a lot of me.
On Being a Geek Girl John Scalzi at Whatever pointed to this video and I’ve spent an enjoyable half hour watching and sharing it and thinking about it this morning. I learned two things in my early teens: that I was a geek, and that it was not okay for a girl to be a geek. I will turn 47 in a little over a week, and here are some of the experiences I have had as a female geek:
Are You Bored? A lot of us take vacations or ‘stay-cations’ this time of year, and find ourselves suddenly with a lot of time on our hands that we don’t usually have. People who don’t have vacation time still have weekends and evenings that loom ahead. And a lot of people don’t know what to do with that time off. This is the deal: Boredom is usually not “boredom”. It’s not that you have nothing to do, it’s that there are barriers between you and what you really want to do. These barriers include resistance, fear, finances, and inertia. Boredom busters give you incentive and information necessary to break down those barriers. In order to step through or over or under these barriers, you need to recognize them for what they are, and realize that on the other side is something you really, really want. Go ahead. Your life will be better for it.
It has been awhile since I’ve talked about zombies here, and Walking Dead is on hiatus for the summer, so its time to re-awaken the undead. [amazon_link id=”B000FJRR2K” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ][/amazon_link]Recently, I bought a machete (13” long, shaped like a Kukri with a curved blade, cold steel). You’d think from the reaction I got from Husband that I was digging a hole in the basement for his carcass. He ought to know better. Everyone knows that when the zombie apocalypse comes, corpses get burned. Burying isn’t permanent enough.