My Spidey

Jan. 6th, 2019 12:28 pm
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 Something that belatedly clicked for me after seeing Into the Spiderverse and immediately throwing myself into Peter B. Parker and Mary Jane fanfic was a realization: one of the reasons I loved this movie so much was that it was the first time in years that I had seen MY Spider-man. 

See, Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson got married when I was a toddler. Growing up, Spider-Man had been an adult married man pretty much my entire life. And when I actually started regularly buying and reading comics for myself in University and began reading Spider-Man on a monthly basis? Spider-Man was in a rough patch in his life. One of several that he's hit in a fairly rough and patchy life. He and MJ were separated, he'd lost his job, his life had fallen apart a little bit and he was starting the long slow process of trying to put it together again. But he could, and he did. I saw him working his way through it, rebuilding his marriage, finding a new path. 

And that is exactly Peter B. Goddamn Parker in this movie. 

It... just... it was MY Spidey. The one I lost in One More Day. The grown up who loved his wife desperately and loved his aunt and loved his city and couldn't help parenting any scared teenager he tripped over even though he barely knew how to parent himself and THERE HE WAS. It had been so long I'd almost forgotten, almost didn't recognize him, almost forgot that this WAS my Spidey. Every single reboot and retcon and bizarre deal with the devil plotline for years to keep Peter Parker in a state of permanent perpetual adolescence and make him more "relevant" had made him less and less relevant to my life. I knew they'd never let all these baby teen Spideys grow up into my Spidey. I'd given up on ever seeing him again.

BUT THERE HE WAS.

And at a time in my life where, well, frankly, I'M the thirty something mess trying to figure out how to put my life back together. When he's even more My Spidey than he ever was. 

I know he's not everybody's Spidey. Some kids grew up and are growing up with various generations and iterations of Teen Spidey. And that's fine, that's wonderful, and that's something this movie gave all of us too. 

We all get to have our own Spideys. 

And that one's mine. 

Loser Uncle Hobo Spidey wibbling over seahorse documentaries. 

God I've missed him. 
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 I saw Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse yesterday and IMMEDIATELY came home and started writing fanfic for it? Which is... New. I've never actually finished or published fanfic. For some reason I find it scarier than original fiction. A lot of people find original fiction more intimidating because you have to do everything, you don't have any pre-made toys or tools to play with. Which, I can sort of see that. But for me, I think fanfic has always been scarier because since it's not mine, that means I could get it WRONG. It's impossible to get canon WRONG when it's your own canon. 

... But I really REALLY wanted a particular epilogue scene that is not in this movie and there's one version of it on Ao3 already thank goodness but I had already been thinking about what I wanted to happen all night and it wasn't QUITE right and WAIT WHERE THE HELL DID THIS FIFTEEN HUNDRED WORDS WORTH OF SPIDER-FICTION IN MY WORD PROCESSOR COME FROM oh shit now I have to do something with it don't I...

Also it's a really REALLY good movie and you should go see it even if there's apparently a heightened risk that fanfic might happen. 
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For each of the holidays this season, fictional or factual, religious or secular, may you find merriment and solace, whatever that looks like for you. 
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Good goddamn, I made a game. Well, a game-like interactive object.

MIND FULL NESS, a game about cryptids and meditation apps.

Created for the 2018 Extra Credits Holiday Game Jam. I've wanted to try to make something interactive for years, and now I finally have, such as it is. It's little and weird and makes very little sense but things happen when you click it and it does not appear to set any computers on fire!
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 Currently coveting the heck out of Danganronpa 3 but not at a place in my life where I can justify an eighty dollar video game purchase. Miiiight have to wait a few years and a few sales. 

Honestly, I thought I finally might be able to drop Idiot Murder Teens: The Series from my consumption after the end of game two went... very weird. Like, more weird than usual for the series about Agatha Christie meets Reality Television as overseen by an evil robot teddy bear. But god help me, game three appears to have SOMEONE OTHER THAN AN EVERYMAN(tm) AS A PROTAGONIST! Games one and two both starred The Ultimate Bland Boy. Like, that is not an exaggeration, that is pretty much literally how protagonist one introduced himself. Protagonist two was basically the same guy but very slightly crankier and with a very slightly different haircut. Not even a different hair COLOUR, actually, just very slightly shorter spikes (of course it was spikes). 

Game three appears to feature a GIRL! A girl with ACTUAL INTERESTS AND ABILITIES! As opposed to "I am so boring my entire arc is literally about how inadequate and/or awed I feel in the company of all these actually interesting people." 

Though let's face it, what I really want is to be playing Kyoko. Why am I not playing Kyoko. Being stuck playing Blandimoto Blandy-kun when Kyoko was right there was like if I was playing an Agatha Christie game as Hastings instead of Poirot. 

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 I started reading different tabletop RP games for a variety of reasons. Partly because of the recent news that the Nebula awards are adding a game writing category. Partly because my MMO guild started incorporating roll 20 into some RP events and it was driving me a little nuts and I wanted to see if there were other systems that would work better. 

Now I'm FASCINATED. There are games that look like nothing I expected tabletop RPGs to look like. In particular I've gotten myself obsessed and hyperfixated on Bluebeard's Bride. It's a horror game based on the Bluebeard's Bride fairy tale, and all the players, instead of playing separate individuals, are all playing one character, the Bride, with each player acting as one aspect of the bride's personality. 

The writing is... it's hard to explain this, and I've been mulling over how to articulate it properly, because what the game does is very strange and kind of amazing. 

A lot of games, and other media, are accidentally misogynist. They make unconscious assumptions about what women are, what they can and can't do. 

This is a FEMINIST horror game that is misogynist ON PURPOSE because it is a game about the horrors of misogyny. 

The rules, the descriptions, the playable character types, the way they are written all deliberately echoes sexist messages society sends about the role of women. You cannot simply leave your husband's manor house because the Bride "knows that a wife's place is in the home." The Animus player character has an ability she can use that is literally victim blaming: she can tell another player that the bad things that happened to her are her own fault, and if the other player agrees and accepts the blame that player will be healed, but if she does not then the Animus will take damage because she blames herself for not setting a good enough example. Trying to fight back physically is called "Dirtying Yourself with Violence," and such unladylike activities always come with a cost. 

And ultimately? You can't WIN Bluebeard's Bride. You can't BEAT the game. It's not about that. This is a horror game about being trapped and helpless. The players are, ultimately, ALSO trapped and helpless. The Bride will be punished no matter what she tries to do. The game is about exploring the story and finding out WHICH bad ending you're going to get. 

I imagine this could potentially be an intensely frustrating experience for some players who are used to trying to win, to fight, to beat the dragon and get loot and rewards. The Bride is never going to get gold or a cool sword. She's either going to be a good wife to a bad man or a bad wife to a bad man and both options come with terrible consequences and it sucks. 

I would LOVE to DM this dangit but I don't know nearly enough people who actually play games period, let alone creepy indie horror games with no victory conditions. 

Anybody know any other cool weird games I should be reading up on?
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 I successfully completed 50,000 words in the month of November! A winner is me! As someone who normally writes short stories, this is at least ten times more words than I have ever written together in a row before, and I am slightly dazed. 

Unfortunately, the actual STORY isn't finished yet, which flummoxes me somewhat. As a writer of short stories, this... isn't exactly the kind of writing problem I'm used to. When you write three thousand word stories or flash fiction, usually the end of the story is way back there somewhere. I assumed I'd have trouble with running OUT of story before I hit 50k, not that I would have a surplus. Just... It's not over? It was supposed to be over! That was the plan! I'd write for fifty thousand words and then I'd have a book! Not a GOOD book, but a book! And now I still don't have a book? When will it be a book? HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO KEEP DOING THIS BEFORE IT BECOMES A BOOK?

It's like I was running a marathon and crossed the finish line, but someone yelled "Great! Time for SECOND finish line!" 

"Wait, SECOND finish line? No one warned me about second finish line!" 

"It's fine! Just keep going!" 

"Which way? Where's this second finish line? How far away is it?" 

"Eh, over there, someplace, probably. If you keep running you'll probably trip over it eventually." 

"THAT IS NOT HELPFUL. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO COLLAPSE AND DRINK GATORADE AND EAT IBUPROFEN AND WHIMPER HEROICALLY UNDER A PILE OF ICE PACKS BY NOW." 

"You can do that once you get to second finish line!" 

"BUT WHEN WILL THAT BE?" 

"Soon! Maybe! Eventually! I dunno, just keep running! You like running!" 

"ARGhhHHhh....."

I am confused and frightened at having somehow accidentally unlocked the writing marathon secret special bonus level. Send help. 
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 AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaAaAaaAAAaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
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My father is coping with a small issue at his beloved bird feeder.

***

Dad: "They're eating a whole block of suet a day! Is something wrong? Are they starving?! They never used to eat that much suet!"

Me: "Dad. I'm pretty sure it's just the demographic shift."

Dad: "What do you mean?" 

Me: "Last year, what was the kind of bird you most commonly got?" 

Dad: "Mostly my little chickadee buddies." 

Me: "And what's out there now?"

Dad: "Three whiskey jacks, two magpies, a downy and a hairy woodpecker, and a flock of jays."

Me: "Dad. Every single one of those birds are meat eaters. They crave fleeeesh."

Dad: "... Ohh."

***

So yeah all the insectivores and meat inclined omnivores are eating dad out of house and home. He's having to cut them off at two blocks of suet a week for budget purposes.

They are exceedingly cranky about it. Some of them turn to the seeds instead, with greater or lesser success. I feel guilty for laughing, but woodpeckers were never made to eat seeds off a flat surface. Watching one "cling" sideways and try to hammer up some seeds as they keep sticking away from its beak. They look so exasperated. THIS TREE IS SIDEWAYS AND THIS FOOD IS MOVING. HORIZONTAL SURFACES ARE STUPID.

We'll see how long Dad holds out. He's a sucker for avian guilt trips.
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"Please not Atlas Shrugged, PLEASE not Atlas Shrugged, OH THANK GOD."
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 I am currently trying to figure out how to remember to Do Dishes on a regular basis without 

1. Doing EVERYONE'S dishes all the time every day every time there is a dirty dish and building up seething resentment and feeling of futility as no one seems to notice I am doing all their dishes. 

2. Never doing ANY dishes ever except for furtively smuggling a vast hoard of mugs out of my room a couple of times a month in the dead of night so that no one will know of my Mug Shame.

These are the two strategies which apparently come naturally to me and they are both sub optimal.

Any chance of a house hob or brownie being for hire? I'll happily leave dishes of cream out at the windows, all you can drink.
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 Ryan North: *makes a joke for the REMARKABLY small niche marke of "webcomics nerds of the emoji generation who are fans of 1970s maritime Canadian folk music"*
 
Me: *solidly in that remarkably small niche* 
 
WELP guess Stan Rogers is on permanent constant rotation on my skull's playlist for the next 48 hours minimum. 
 
... HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERRRBROOK NOOOOOOOWWWWHHOOP!
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 We have grouse in the backyard! An entire covey! A mum and eight or so chicks. All dumb as potatoes. They spent a large chunk of Sunday afternoon playing avian Marco Polo after they scattered and couldn't find each other again. 

Mum: "Hoo?"

Babies: "Whistlepeep!" *RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE*

Mum: "Hoo?" 

Babies: "Whistlepeep!" *RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE*

These are... remarkably unstealthy birds. I am slightly astonished that nothing has eaten them so far. Still, it's good to have them. We felt much guilt and mourning when a grouse killed itself on a window last winter. 

... Not so much guilt that Dad didn't pluck and gut the recently deceased and bring it in for roasting. It was a very pragmatic funeral. Still, good to know we didn't eat the only one around. 
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I just REALLY annoyed myself by putting off or forgetting for WEEKS a task that just took me literally five minutes. My brain is in need of several stern talking-to's and also possibly better meds. 

There are several other tasks like that sitting there looming glumly at me which I suspect could also be tackled with similar speed if I can just kick myself in the head enough to start ROLLING. One of those tasks is blogging. For someone who likes to write and sometimes can even get paid to do it, I am deep down convinced that I am very boring. 

To heck and darn with it I say, all right, let's experiment with smacking a few birds with one stone today. Today, I shall CLEAN. Which is boring. Intensely boring. No one wants to read about cleaning. I don't want to live the act of cleaning firsthand, why the hell would anyone want to do it vicariously? WELL TOO BAD because if anyone is reading this you are ABOUT to live through this vicariously. I am going to LIVEBLOG CLEANING MY DAMN ROOM in the hopes that it A: gets clean, and B: I can feel less guilty about how neglected my so called social media "presence" is. 

It's also a useful psychological exercise for me, DELIBERATELY writing/doing something that I already know will be weird/dumb/boring/flawed. It always has been, and I highly recommend it as a trick. When I was sketching as a teenager, I used to fret intensely that my sketches from life didn't look "realistic" or exactly like their subjects. 

So what did I do? I started sketching with coloured pencils and markers, and deliberately using "wrong" colours.

I would sketch people in purple and green and shade with orange. I would draw trees with hot pink. And now I didn't have to WORRY about being "unrealistic" or "getting it wrong", because I knew from the start it was already wrong, so I could relax. The pressure was off. And consequently, my sketching skills improved immensely. 

When I had to tell stories in front of a crowd and was worried about "embarrassing myself" or "looking silly?" I put on a silly hat. 

Now I don't have to WONDER if I look silly! I KNOW I look silly! It's too late! Might as well get on with it and stop worrying!

So I am about to go on tumblr (seems better for this kind of task, also more followers to hold me accountable) and liveblog the most boring unpleasant mind numbing task ever invented. And I WILL bore and annoy people! Including myself! AND I'LL DO IT ANYWAY!
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EEP I HAVE TO SELF PROMOTE um um um

My latest short story just came out today on the Cast of Wonders podcast as part of their Banned Book Week showcase of stories on the theme of Tales Against Tyranny! It is called Bibliopothecary, and it is about books that help you keep going, and also about the best job in the world to ever not exist.

Read and/or Listen to Bibliopothecary by Dani Atkinson here!

My thanks to Marguerite Kenner and the Cast of Wonders editing team, and to M.K. Hobson for her fantastic reading. You guys, I made a Nebula nominated actual novelist say my words! Out loud! I feel weirdly smug and drunk with power.

If anybody somehow goes from here to there, come back and let me know what you think!

If you came from there and found your way here, HI! I'm Dani, and this is my still somewhat sorry excuse for an author blog. I also want to know what you think! Be patient with me, writing stuff about myself instead of about monsters or fairy tales is confusing and hard. Wouldn't everyone rather hear about Molly Whuppie? I have Opinions.
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 ... SO not doing great at the regular writing thing. But since I've relocated to dreamwidth from livejournal due to... The Circumstances, I really ought to actually write some new stuff in the new journal. 

Especially since I am desperately in need of Authorial Self Promotional Webby Space Thing. I do not have one of those. Mostly because for a writer I am HORRIFICALLY shy and reluctant to actually... write things, about myself. THE INTERNET SERIAL KILLERS WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AND HUNT ME DOWN WITH THEIR AXES AND EVERYONE ELSE WILL HATE ME AND LAUGH AS I AM SERIAL KILLED WITH AXES. But it's time to make an effort, I suppose. 

Hi again, internet! And internet serial killers! It's been a while! I have done some things, and written some things, and soon there will be more things and I'm very excited about that. More soon, hopefully. 
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Back in Canada, for a rather different New Year's than last year. I was up all night going to an ex-pat New Year's Party hosted by my guest house company last time, watching the big Tokyo TV special with all the J-pop stars and then walking off to visit a shrine to ask for blessings (GAWD I wish those photos had turned out. There was a dude who brought his new kitten to the shrine for blessings. KITTEN! KITTYKITTYKITTY!) followed by a trip to the top of a nearby skyscraper/mall's observation deck to watch the first sunrise of the new year.

This year, I went back to an older tradition, which SOUNDS less cool, but I kinda missed it. I forget how or when it started, but one year I was feeling gloomy/pensive so I slunk out of the house to do the countdown outside in the cold under the stars. And... I kind of liked it out there. Looking up at the moon, the big dipper, Orion, listening to the sound of all my neighbour's parties drifting out into the stillness, hearing the stillness occasionally broken by a tipsy reveller stumbling on to a porch somewhere and shouting a New Year greeting across the lake, shouting it back for the heck of it....

It's been my personal tradition ever since, which kinda puzzles my parents, I think. But it's just kinda nice to meet the New Year one on one.

2013 seems nice. Kinda cold and quiet at first, but they all are. Really pretty, though. I hope we get along.

AAAAAAAAH.

Sep. 14th, 2012 07:25 am
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Today (tomorrow back on the other side of the dateline) my first professionally published short story is coming out from Daily Science Fiction! 

....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

The story will go out first this Friday, the 14th, via e-mail to their subscriber list (if you want to get to read the story in your inbox before the rest of the web gets the privilege, an e-mail subscription is free), then it will go up on the website itself to be viewed by the rest of the world on the following week, the 21st. At the end of the month they collect all the stories into a kindle digest, so if you feel an uncontrollable urge to purchase some pixels, that's where and when.

I am excited and terrified in equal parts. I fear the facebook.
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*Sigh*

Why is it, lately, tech support people keep telling me to do things I've already done?

I've been having a string of bad computer luck, lately, so I've been spending a lot of time going back and forth on e-mails with various tech support people and forums. And I am an OLD PRO at talking to tech support, now, I can call tech support like a BOSS, I have the lines down, I know what questions they're going to ask me, so I pre-empt wherever I can. But sometimes it doesn't WORK.

"Hi! (statement of problem) I have already rebooted, powercycled my modem and router, done a virus and malware scan, followed this this and this procedure laid out by your website, done that finicky little thing in cmd that somebody asked me to do the last time I wrote in with a similar kind of issue, and tried this solution suggested by teh googles. What should I try next?"

"Have you tried powercycling your modem?"

"...Yes. Yes I have."

"Try doing a virus scan."

"...Please redirect my ticket to someone who can read."

(*sigh*) I've never actually said that (though oooooh, I came close on that second last ticket to blizzard). I know tech support is a thankless yucky task and the vast vast majority of computer problems ARE solved by things like "turning it on and off." But, but, it's RIGHT THERE! In the original post! If they'd just read it through, it would save both of us time, frustration, and wasted effort!

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

Back to another round of e-mails and support forums...

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