I’ve said my piece about my personal life and that holds true. I have zero interest in ever discussing my sex or love life publicly on other people’s terms. If you want answers about the particulars of a game developer’s private romantic entanglements, please ask yourself why you feel entitled to such a thing. As far as I’m concerned, the only people who have any business in knowing these things are the people they actually effect - and my current partner is aware.
Professionally, I feel like there are some things I can easily address though, now that things have begun to calm down.
Regarding the claim that I doxxed and destroyed The Fine Young Capitalists, that is also incorrect. You can read that here in their own words. I know that when things kick up online it can be hard to sort out who did what, but aside from their own statement, there is zero evidence of this. What I did do was be critical of some of their policies on twitter, because as someone who has taught women game design and created programs to help them get started making their first games I get really passionate about this stuff. We have different approaches but share the same wish to get women involved with game development, and I wish them the best of luck in accomplishing that. Rebel Jam is not one of these programs and was totally unrelated to anything having to do with TFYC and came as a reaction to everything that was wrong about Game_Jam - but I will have some really exciting things to announce soon about it that I’ve been holding in for a while until paperwork clears and red tape is cut. Stay tuned.
Regarding the claim that I am the head of a massive conspiracy that is able to censor and shut down all major games press sites, 4chan, reddit, and god knows what else, I WISH that was true. God how cool would that be? A shadowy overlord of the internet, who is also kind of a cyborg? Shit that would be a good story. But that’s all it is - a story. Occam’s razor is still a thing. What is more likely, the pulp story of a lone woman manipulating the entire internet or that maybe, JUST MAYBE, other people can recognize this for the TMZ style bullshit it really is?
Hey, everyone! This is the creator of Little Girls Are Better At Designing Superheroes Than You, here with a post I thought you all might like. Writer Ted Anderson and I have made a pitch for a superhero comic!
The comic is about nine-year-old Lucia Marquez-Miller, who…
This is the story of a music journalist. He was a pretty successful music journalist. He had an ostensibly full-time gig at a pretty mainstream outlet. The pay wasn’t great but it was enough to live on, and he was pretty thrilled he got to write about music for a living. He worked from home, mostly. No real point to an office in this day and age when your outlet’s writers are all over the country. Each day the big recording studios would mail out new and upcoming albums and singles to him. Sometimes he’d get tickets to concerts that he had to review. Sometimes he’d write more what he’d call “culture” stories that weren’t about a particular album or concert but maybe some artist had done something in the public eye or said something on twitter. He really loved pop music in all its guises and the cultures surrounding it so the whole thing was pretty sweet.
Every morning he’d go to his local cafe for breakfast. It was good to have a routine where you left the house when you work from home. One day, there was this women busking with a guitar. She had the most chilling voice he’d ever heard and her fingers moved across the guitar strings like a spider’s legs move across a web (he liked that line, he wrote it in the Notes app on his phone). He had no change on him, but he did stop and listen for a while. When he got home, the new Kanye West album was in his letterbox.
The next day, she was there again. She was playing a different song, but it was no less beautiful. It was also unlike anything he’d ever heard. This day, he’d broken a $10 note at the cafe so he threw in a $2 coin to her guitar case and went on his way. When he got home, he started his review of the Coldplay concert he’d been sent to last Saturday.
She was outside the cafe everyday from then on.The music journalist started leaving home a little bit earlier just so he could stop and listen for a time. Every day he made sure he had $2 to give her. Sometimes they made eye contact and smiled in that way you smile at someone when you recognise them as part of your daily routine.
Three months passed. He’d given her about $180 in total by this stage (not that he was counting). One day, he happened to be walking by as she was replacing a guitar string. He was saddened he wouldn’t hear her unique brand of music today, but threw in his $2 all the same. She thanked him, and said he was too kind. He said it was the least he could do. He paused, then, and told her what a unique voice she had, and asked why she was out here busking. She shrugged and said she’d gone to the big record companies and no one seemed interested in her. It was too weird. There wasn’t really a market for it. She did have these CDs she’d burnt, but never really bothered to market them. He insisted she sell one to him (she said $3, he insisted on $5).
He listened to it at home while he wrote about the upcoming Taylor Swift album. The production was rough, and it had clearly been recorded directly into a laptop’s mic, but the strength of her voice and her nimble control of the guitar was still clear. It was unlike anything the big record companies were sending him.
He decided to write a story about her. He wrote about how great her voice and guitar sounds were, how unique and utterly unlike anything he was reviewing was like. He wrote about how excited it made him. He said, explicitly, that anyone in the area should go down and listen to her and buy her CD. He didn’t see any need to mention he’d been throwing $2 her way every day for the past three months. It seemed irrelevant
Over the next few days, comments started appearing on his story. Some people agreed that she was great and they were glad they bought the CD. Others said she was alright but didn’t see what the big deal was.
Nobody ever demanded to know if he had ever given her money.
Nobody claimed this coverage of an unknown artist beyond the record label paradigm was a sure sign of a music journalism conspiracy.
Did you know the random alien lady that Star-Lord can’t remember the name of in the beginning of Guardians is an actual Marvel character? Bereet was an alien journalist/filmmaker who wanted to make a movie about the Hulk.
I may or may not be writing fan fiction where, as she’s dumping his butt for taking her along on his dangerous voyage of piracy and betrayal without telling her first, they argue about who’s more famous - and then everywhere he goes for the rest of the events of the movie, Quill finds people watching her show.
Depression Quest, one of the best video games I’ve ever played (by Boston-area dev Zoe Quinn aka ohdeargodbees), is out on Steam for free! You can also play it (also for free) on the developer’s website here: http://www.beesgo.biz/dqport.html
As the name suggests, this is a game about depression. It’s powerful, visceral, and enlightening. It’s a game that really means something.
Note that as of this writing the game’s steam reviews are being targeted by trolls, and should be treated just like the proverbial comments :)
Warning: This game has content that may be triggering for people with depression.
I think I figured out how to make Vanessa’s All Men Must Die playthrough work with ME2’s endgame. davecity - I know you were working on this too, can you check to see if I messed up my math/logic anywhere?
(this is plotting out the intentional death of all male crewmates, so if that’s a thing that upsets you - don’t click the link)
If you want Legion, I think you could manage it by doing their loyalty mission and not upgrading guns. In Thane’s absence, that will kill Garrus, and then you can kill Grunt by bringing him and Tali with you while Miranda’s putting up the biotic bubble. Then bring Tali and Legion (or Miranda, or Samara) to fight the Reaper baby, and the math should still work out the same way (if Legion is loyal).
If Legion’s not important, I think your plan is perfect!
You can't spell Guardians of the Galaxy without Gamora
Btw that is almost literally true and I would have come up with a much punnier title where I spelled Guardians of the Galaxy without the letters in Gamora’s name, but the lack of an M in the movie’s title kind of kills the joke.
Guardians of the Galaxy was good, but it was a little frustrating how it seems like a step back from most Marvel movies in its treatment of women. I actually thought Gamora was short-changed at the movie’s expense.
This is something I wrote after watching my GF encounter Elsa in DAII last night and getting freaked out.
Trigger Warning. This concerns abuse of mages, tranquility as a punishment, and someone losing their free will. I think it could be upsetting for some folks (I wrote it because it was upsetting for me).
Do you have a sciency way to accomplish this task?
Well, let’s see.
To thaw a 1.5 metric ton colossal squid frozen in a block of ice (the only way the fishermen who trawled the thing in could bring it home before it went bad), scientists put it in a big vat of brine just above 0 Celsius/32F. That allowed the fresh water to melt while still keeping the squid as cold as possible. Essential, since for a giant corpse with tentacles, certain parts are bound to thaw days before others and could become quite rotten before the rest comes out of the ice block if you’re not careful.
HOWEVER Captain America was still alive, which complicates things. On the other hand, even supersoldiers are significantly smaller than this record-setting colossal squid. This helps thaw logistics somewhat.
Much like the squid, Captain America would have to be kept at a consistent temperature throughout his body in order to be thawed successfully. If his extremities were to thaw more than a minute or two before his heart and lungs were thawed and reactivated, the tissue wouldn’t have any oxygen and would quickly die. What a shame to bring back Steve Rogers only to have him be the poster boy for gangrene. Brain tissue becoming metabolically active before the cardiovascular system began functioning would be even more disastrous— possible permanent brain damage.
And the GH-325 project was born
To keep his temperature as equal as possible across his entire body, something like the squid brine or (more likely) an antifreeze solution would be used. Immerse the Capsicle in brine until the entire unit is within a degree or two of thawing* to begin Phase II.
*Note that due to presence of salts, fats, protein, etc, the freezing point of meat is actually 28-29F. Apologies to non-US readers, sadly I only work with American meat and don’t know the freezing point of corpses/beef in Sane Country Units. That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project.
At the thawing point, it’s important to consider life support functions. I don’t know how fast human tissue uses up oxygen at refrigerator-range temperatures, but I’m going to assume that the sooner you have oxygen circulating the better. A heart-lung machine would be needed to oxygenate and move the blood around for a while before the heart gets started back up.
Meanwhile, because Captain America’s last un-frozen moments were spent deep underwater, there may be decompression issues at play. Whatever gas bubbles may have been present in his tissue are currently frozen in place, but when he thaws they can move about and create embolisms —> the bends. Better put him in a hyperbaric chamber just in case.
Since Captain America regained consciousness in a recovery room rather than during the thaw process, it may be safe to assume that he was sedated and/or placed in a drug-induced coma during thaw.
So at this point we’ve got a giant bathtub of brine, a heart-lung machine, oxygen canisters, lots of drugs, plus all the necessary monitoring equipment all inside a hyperbaric chamber. After thawing the antifreeze bath could be replaced with gradually warming water or saline solution in order to bring Captain America back up to normal body temperature. So many machines! This is US medicine at its finest.
Forced warm air blowers (hairdryers) are needed after Captain America is fully thawed, organ systems are reactivated, and he is brought back to normal body temperature. At this point it becomes necessary to dry and style Captain America and put him in period-appropriate jammies to sleep it off in a vintage hospital room. If you think hearing the wrong baseball game tipped him off fast, you should see him wake up with bad hair.
THIS IS THE BEST POST IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING.
Modesitt is one of those you see on the shelf all the time but don’t know if you should pick up—maybe I’ll give them a shot! Also, Oroonoko! Not one I would’ve ever expected to see! But idk how i feel about picking 5th Elephant over Nightwatch. :-b
I would recommend giving The Magic of Recluse a try - I read some of Modesitt’s others and some were good (when I was about 12-16) but I don’t think anything ever recaptured the…
In all honesty Nightwatch is probably the better book - but as great as Vimes is, the reason I really love the Vimes books is the supporting cast, especially Cheery, Angua and Carrot, so as great as it is I have more affection for Fifth Elephant.
jadesabre301 tagged me and I’ve been disobeying instructions and trying to wait til I had a lot of time to do this and I haven’t, so I’m just going to just do it!
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
1. The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien Don’t even know what to say.
2. The Magic of Recluse, L.E. Modesitt Jr. I re-read this several times this book as a kid. I wonder if I would like it as much now, but I remember it as a grounded hero’s journey with lots of details that made it feel real - like the hero carefully negotiating prices at inns, since he’s on a budget and doesn’t tend to wander into ancient treasure hordes. It’s a fantasy world where the social and economic effects of fantasy concepts is really well explored: the fractured political climate when a single rogue wizard can turn the tide of a war, the systemic impact of mass-produced magic items, ways that minor wizards can make a living using their skills.
3. Pattern Recognition, William Gibson I adore Gibson, especially the latest phase of his career - science fiction that feels like it could happen in six months, or perhaps is happening now and only a few people know about it.
4. The Caves of Steel, Isaac Asimov I went through a long Isaac Asimov phase as a teen, and this was always my favorite.
5. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley There’s a lot I could say but I’ll mention that the story of the writing of this book is one of my favorite historical anecdotes of all time.
6. Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen I love Austen. This was the first by her I read as an adult. And Elinor is perhaps my favorite heroine.
7. Sunshine, Robin McKinley Just so good, we should all read Robin McKinley all the time.
8. Oroonoko, Aphra Behn I think if I read this now I’d see more clearly how problematic it is, but it was the first thing I ever read by Behn, whose work I really like. It’s the sexiest stuff I’ve ever read that’s over a hundred years old.
9. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett My favorite guards book, with lots of Cheery, Sybil, Angua, and the most insight we’ll probably get into the inner workings of Carrot.
10. History of the Peloponessian War, Thucydides Feel obligated to say I haven’t read this all the way through, but whenever I sit and read a section I find it fascinating, and that it scratches an itch in my brain that very few things do. The kind of story that Thucydides unfolds is one I think is really interesting.