As someone on the Autism Spectrum, having an ‘Introvert Alley’, a big empty room that is a quiet space to recharge your batteries and not have to interact with anyone for a while, is a life saver!
All cons need one of these!
I didn’t notice that room! I am totally unsurprised it was there, though. I’m so very pleased about the way that weekend went, from the content to the staff to the overall crowd vibe. Very accommodating for everyone. Good job, keep it up. Make all the other cons jealous of your awesomeness, GeekGirlCon.
I got “Dipper’s and Mabel’s Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun” in the mail today, and it is one heck of a great book. There are secret messages all throughout it that are written in the newest symbol cipher:
And I just finished decoding them all. Holy crap you guys. I’m putting em under a cut, they’re really intense.
The last few weeks, I’ve been working and doing and moving and cursing and uggh, but without much to show for it. I gotta get a cameraphone or something so I can document some of the things I’ve been doing, just to remind myself that I did ‘em. Some of it is objectively kind of neat.
I just spread another layer of teal-green goop over a hand-stretched mesh. Again. To dry in the dark of my under-the-stairs closet, the one with the unfinished floor and creepy hospital-ward curtains that are begging for bloody handprints to complete the effect. Tomorrow, if I am lucky, I will expose it to a bright light for juuuuust the right number of minutes, wash it out, and squish carefully thinned paint through it on to a shirt. And I will have a rockin’ fashion thing.
Some of it will probably go wrong, but gonna keep chugging along anyway.
Anyone know of a solvent that will dissolve dried acrylic paint but not kill me if my ventilation isn’t super great? I’d like to try salvaging some of these old brushes that wicked paint up into the ferrule a few too many times, but I’d rather not resort to shit like MEK to do it.
give them a good soak in rubbing alcohol. since it evaporates so fast you’ll probably want to like stand them in a cup with plastic wrap over the top so it stays solventy long enough to soften the paint.
once it’s done the softening thing, work it in really good, then wash the brushes with dish soap. you’ll have to work at them a bit since it kinda goes rubbery and comes off in eraser sniblets rather than dissolving completely, and you might have to repeat the soaking, but i’ve gotten solid paint globs off brushes without wrecking the bristles that way.
*raises hand* This stuff is fantastic if you can find it and don’t mind the price. Just soak your brushes in some for a few hours. I think it’s made with dark rites and orphan tears, since I can’t think of anything else that could make a low-stink, nontoxic substance that breaks down both oil and acrylic.
So yeah, if you’re cool with that.
(bottle says “winsor & newton brush cleaner & restorer”)
Last Christmas, while preparing for a family gathering, I continued the long and arduous process of ensuring every child in my extended family is raised exactly the way I was: surrounded by an inexhaustible supply of Legos.
The children had aged a lot since I first began my endeavor to produce clones of myself. I had already upgraded them from the larger, colorful blocks to the more advanced models and it was getting time to take that next step into functional things with working mechanical parts. For the boys, this was easy: there was no shortage of complex machines with a variety of versatile pieces, marketed to look more action-packed and enticing than a backhoe has any right to be. For the girls, though, I was faced with a different problem entirely.
On one hand, I didn’t want to have the little girls open their presents and think I had accidentally given them something meant for their brother. It’s bad enough that I had forgotten all these children’s names and solely referred to them by their height and hair color; I didn’t want to make it look like I had forgotten their genders too. Not to mention if they just ended up trading the presents to a sibling, I would have failed in my attempt to create clones of myself.
On the other hand, I didn’t want to enforce gender roles on these small children. If you look at the Lego products that are marketed toward girls, they’re not very… Lego. They have a strong focus on characters and accessories, and any actual building is typically limited to very simple tables, countertops, and other elements of interior decorating. Something with building versatility or actual mechanical functions was completely out of the question - the closest you got was this “inventor workshop” that was ultiimately little more than a doll representing the concept of invention.
How do the chemical vials and microscope relate to her mechanical work? Who knows. The math on the chalkboard isn’t even actual math; it’s just “A+D = C”. It’s the conceptof algebra. This might be more excusable if it wasn’t coming from Lego; while boys are marketed actual robotics kits, girls are effectively marketed a toy of a toy.
I was raised pretty gender-neutral. My parents got me Polly Pockets and stuff right alongisde my action figures, and it wasn’t until I was much older that I learned about that implicit divide between “girl activities” and “boy activities”. I didn’t want to start pushing these kids into strict gender roles just by trying to get them a gift that was clearly for them, but I wasn’t quite sure what to do.
So, I consulted a Lego Store employee on the matter.
She suggested I get something gender neutral for the girls. While everything mechanical and functional was very explicitly marketed toward boys, she pointed out to me that their Creator line was much more neutral. It had the pieces to build colorful houses and animals and stuff. If the girls liked it, maybe they’d eventually move on to the more advanced things in spite of the masculine marketing. That’s what she did.
I wasn’t entirely happy with it, but it was the best I had. I went with some gender-neutral-yet-overly-childish-looking animal-building kits for the girls, and some running cars and machinery for the boys. The presents went over well; as usual I was totally the cool relative who made everyone else’s presents look lame. The experience was something that stuck with me, though. It was the first time I really came face-to-face with this curious absence not just in Lego’s product line, but in the market in general.
Lego makes no pink gears.
I mean, yeah, sure, girls don’t have to like pink things. They’re allowed to shop in the whole toy store, not just the Fabled Pink Aisle, and there are plenty of gray and black gears out there should they choose to play with them. But why is there this necessity to sideline femininity if you want to explore these things?
I read an interesting piece recently by a game writer who made the rather poignant statement that sexism comes at her from two directions: in the male-dominated technology field she was expected to pretend to be “one of the guys”, while in the female-dominated publishing field she was expected to be a “proper woman”. I think this highlights the important point: sexism does not favor men or women, but dichotomy - the real losers being the stereotype-breaking people whose interests don’t cleanly fall into either the male/female category. We don’t do much to recognize those who straddle the divide, and this means we get no pink gears.
This is pretty silly, though. There is nothing explicitly masculine about engineering or robotics. In fact, it has some very traditionally feminine elements that I think you could play up into a brilliant marketing angle. Machines can be delicate, intricate, and beautiful. An action-packed piece of boxart showing a fast car skidding across a muddy highway is just as representative of mechanical creation as an elaborate piece of clockwork.
In fact, watch, I’ll come up with a Lego product line right now:
On the low-price end, I went for a hummingbird. I figure it’d come with alt instructions to rebuild it into a dragonfly or butterfly or something, and basically be playing up this idea of turning circular motion from a crank into up-and-down motion to animate wing flapping. Maybe it could even make that conversion twice: a cable going up the stalk being pulled back and forth would be converted back into gear rotation, which would then power the wing flapping. It’d entail enough small parts that you could make some cool stuff with it.
On the mid-tier, I went for a kitten. I figure it’d be built around a pouncing function, its associated muscles rigged up with rubber bands. You could wind it up (maybe an excuse to use a worm screw?) and then hit its tail or something and it could probably clear at least three feet of air. Throw in some alt instructions for a turtle or something that can use the same spring principles for a wind up engine that makes it turtleflop across the ground.
For the highest priced bit, I’d go for a panther. Swap in green gears for pink to make it more special, have lots of sparkly green parts to accent the black. I’m envisioning this being motorized - large felines have a very iconic walk cycle, and I think the right parts could simulate it pretty well. Heck, depending how good its designer is maybe you could even have a secondary motor that will bend its midsection and shift its weight to the side so you can actually steer its movement. Alt instructions would probably be a dolphin or something; instead of a walk cycle it’d just be on wheels and animate its fin/tail movement.
You could market these things in an extremely feminine way. Like, go full Lisa Frank on the fucking box art. They’re pretty and they play up an angle to robotics and creation you don’t see in toys much. And not just that, but it goes all the way up - it’s not just some gateway drug to get girls to buy the trucks and racecars, but rather a whole line of robotics that plays up traditionally feminine elements. Girls could buy it without feeling like they’re sacrificing their femininity to experiment with these interests. Boys would uncomfortably buy it and defend its awesomeness to their friends. It would make so much money.
Companies are apparently afraid of money, though, since this hasn’t happened yet. Well, maybe the truth is a little more complicated than that.
I frequently refer to myself as an Overglorified Fanfiction Author because it’s funny. There’s a lot of humor in the fact that I’m best known for writing a story based off an eight-year-old video game, and calling it “fanfiction” highlights the sheer ridiculousness of the entire situation. When you get down to the specifics, however, the stuff I write isn’t fanfiction - it’s parody.
The distinction is an important one that a lot of people miss when they try to undertake similar projects. There are tons of people who try to do Elder Scrolls-inspired stories that very accurately or realistically chronicle their experiences in the game, yet such stories quickly fade out of existence without you ever hearing about them. Sometimes it’s even by people who really love the source material, but they’re simply not saying anything about it. You saw the same phenomenon in the Homestuck fandom at its apex: hundreds of people coming up with their own “Sburb Groups” of internet friends and chronicling their adventures into the Medium. They saw a formula that worked, and they struck out to imitate it.
I think this is sort of the same mentality that drives gendered marketing. People know it works - products that hit every stereotype of masculinity have an audience among men, and products that hit every stereotype of femininity have an audience among women. So, creators make fanfiction that tries to capitalize off these successes, showing reverent respect and homage toward the companies that have sold better than them.
And you rarely see that proper sense of parody toward these things. Like, you don’t see that drive that makes a creator simultaneously imitate and attack something. It’s baffling, because when this does happen it’s often wildly successful. Who would’ve thought to take the traditionally masculine concept of monsters and zombies and build a line of fashion dolls around it? Who would’ve thought to build a setting and adventure cartoon around traditionally feminine palettes and iconigraphy? These are ideas of parody - attacking the problems or monotony of a concept while simultaneously paying it homage, and it’s something that can generally only be created through a conscious effort to do just that.
People who just try to ignore gender stereotypes alltogether often fall into them anyway. Like a fantasy author who insists his story isn’t just Star Wars with dragons, people tell themselves that they’re not going to play their work into gendered stereotypes, but then do it anyway simply because they’ve come to view it as how things work. To make things worse, they don’t even call the resultant work “masculine” or “feminine” - they play into the stereotypes exactly but give it names like “serious”, or “pro-social”. In an attempt to be progressive with their language, they make an implicit statement that women are frivolous and men are antisocial.
It’s something I think you can only really circumvent through intentional parody. You need to find that middleground that sexism attacks and openly start dancing around in it. Mock the work of others; acknowledge the established rules and violate them anyway. You need to be a beacon or weirdness that spurs other people to stand along with you, until in time you have created a bastion where your unconventional tastes are Just Plain Okay.
You don’t defeat ideas by criticizing them. You defeat them by outcompeting them.
Far too few people recognize that criticism is a means to an end: you isolate the problems with something so that you can eventually render it powerless or irrelevant.
As I established at the beginning, Lego’s approach to gendered marketing left me without a satisfactory solution in my attempts to build a clone army. I’m probably not the only one who feels this way. There is an untapped money mine here while creators continue to pick away at the long-hollow ridges at each end of the gender spectrum.
This isn’t just something that affects big companies. If you’re a creator, stop making fanfiction and start making parody. Be honest with yourself - no matter how original you think your work is, you’re paying homage to something you like. Recognize this, and poke a little fun at it instead. Address your biggest criticism. Combine it with something else you like. Do something no one else would ever think of doing. Don’t think it will work? Well it’ll definitely work better than a straight-up rehash of something else.
The worst thing you can do is nothing new. Remember that the next time you make your gears gray.
You don’t defeat ideas by criticizing them. You defeat them by outcompeting them.
aries the ram, tavros the bull, gemini the twins, cancer the crab, leo the leijon, kanaya the vampire, libra the dragon, scorpio the spider, sagittarius the horse, capricorn the clown-goat, aquarius the seahorse, and pisces the terrifying tentacle monster.
I’m sad I didn’t get to see Laylah in person at GRNW, though it probably saved us both the embarrassment of me being all HEYY YOU WRITE AWESOME DIRTY ALIEN STORIES. Plus side: my lovely roommate got me an advance copy of hir awesome-looking original book for a late birthday present (also a neat signed flyer thingy). I am super excited to read it.
See how it shines? ooOOooooh. I think it’s actually brightening up my dungeon studio space. Thanks, Laylah!
*edit: I guess this was a free copy, but she ordered another so I’m counting it anyway :P
So if we wanted to watch some French animation, what films would you suggest?
the Triplets of Bellevilleis about an elderly woman searching for her son who was kidnapped in the middle of a Tour de France race. It’s largely free of dialogue, but the sound effects and such are wonderful. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Animated Feature—it lost to Finding Nemo.
A Cat in Parisis about a young girl and her cat who discover mysteries in the course of one night. It was also nominated for an Oscar for Best Animated Feature, but it lost to Rango.
Persepolisis based on an autobiographical graphic novel by Marjane Satrapi about her early life in Iran. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Animated Feature, but it lost to Ratatouille.
the Illusionist is about an aging magician and an imaginative young girl who form a father/daughter relationship. It was also nominated for a Best Animation Oscar, but lost to Toy Story 3.
The Rabbi’s Catis a story about a cat who swallows a parrot and gains the ability to speak like a human. It is set in 1920’s Algeria.
Ernest & Celestineis the adorable story about a big bear and a little mouse who forge an unlikely friendship. It was also nominated for an Oscar in Best Animated Picture, but lost to Frozen.
Kirikou and the Sorceressis a story inspired by West African folklore that tells the story of Kirikou, a boy who was born with the ability to walk and talk, who saves his people from an evil witch. The film was popular enough to spawn sequels and a stage adaptation.
A Monster in Parisis a 3D animated musical film that is reaaaaalllly loosely based on the Phantom of the Opera. It’s set in 1910 and is about, surprisingly, a monster that lives in Paris, and his love for a young singer.
The King and the Mockingbirdis an 80’s film about a cruel king titled Charles V + III = VIII + VIII = XVI, who is obsessed with a young shepherdess, and whose attempts to capture the young girl are thwarted by a mockingbird whose wife the King had previously killed.
Those are probably the most famous of the feature length animated films.
But the animated short films are just as glorious. Here’s a compilation of a bunch of short films and I can link you to others as well.
Sorry for the long answer but I just really love French animation.
The other night, Briar and i took a trip to Bayview Cemetery. She was respectful and did not pee on any graves; i was respectful and didn’t climb on them, not even the really cool tall ones with good handholds.
I actually feel a little guilty for going in when it’s closed, but we all evaluate rules and decide which ones we’re willing to break. I’ll break the rules because for me, the cemetery during the day isn’t a pleasant experience, but i still think i should get to visit it just like anyone else.
It’s worth inconveniencing a rent-a-cop because while I’m walking on top of thousands of sleeping skeletons, i can feel my own skeleton inside my skin. I feel like my flesh is made of concepts, like everyone’s is, something insubstantial and alien in silent moonlight. I don’t feel that way at any other time, in any other place.
We were lucky enough to visit under a werewolf-movie sky–the clouds would cover the moon and it would be dark, and then suddenly, it would pour silver moonlight on everything for awhile before dimming with clouds again. My camera isn’t great, as i’m sure i’ve mentioned, but it took some interesting photos of our walk.
I always think i’m going to find a body in Whatcom Creek. I don’t know why–the expectation hovers even when i didn’t just spend over two hours walking amongst fields of the dead. It has the kind of overgrown look that strikes me as a more realistic hiding place for a half-decomposed corpse than the pebbled beaches they always use in crime shows.
(Thanks again Maeg, for driving us up there. I appreciate that you’re willing to put my four-legged flea festival in your Maegenmobile. )
I have this headcanon where multiple time-traveling Daves would make up code names to differentiate themselves from one another. and the code names are always the names of celebrities who are also named Dave or David
i have multiple chef aus for things i like. you know, like, a regular chef au, and a masterchef au, and a hells kitchen au, and a few variations on the last two depending on who i want to win the competition. you know how it is. i also have chef aus for things i don’t like, because if i just ignore everything i hate about that thing and think about the parts i like baking cakes i can get through it. do you know how much stuff can be improved if you put every character in chef hats? everything.
especially grill la grill, where everything is the same except it’s a cooking school and the stuff i didn’t like in the second half didn’t happen. if you watched it you probably know what i’m talking about.
i think ryuko was a hot dog stand worker. senketsu’s initial transformation was into a weenie costume. i have never drawn this because the characters i really cared about were satsuki and her minions so i have chef designs for them. look
i know this post was not what you wanted but maybe this is what you needed
here’s a lifehack for this upcoming school year: nothing is more fun, and more satisfying, and works better, than talking yourself up.
wear an outfit you like and if anyone looks at you funny, nod sagely and confide ‘i’m hot stuff, aren’t i? you can take a picture’. when you’re nervous in a group collab you tell them, ‘let’s do my plan, because i’m a mad genius and you’ll all be kicking yourselves if you ignore my brilliant ideas.’ when you make a mistake you say, ‘hey, sorry, that didn’t work—but next i’ll ace this shit because i am a total champion’. basically just fucking lie your beautiful, beautiful ass off whenever you feel insecure and after a while you will forget what you ever doubted about yourself and you will know for a fact that you are criminally good at everything and the fun police are after you right now with warrants to smooch you up good and proper.
i do this constantly and it probably annoys some people, but other people laugh, and agree with me, and anyway i have a good time so who cares. confidence is everything. confidence, and being the smartest, funniest, most gorgeous person on earth.
which i am.
reminder to self that my inner pep squad is never bombastic enough. NAEGA JEIL JAL NAGA, BITCHES.