Sunday, January 31, 2016

My Anti Drug

After being alerted I missed a few blog posts, here I am. Obviously I survive Nightmare House on Avalon. I will be contacting my boss about the conditions since that's where they make temporary international help live. I will be bringing assorted mystical protection back with me the day after tomorrow and every overnight I must spend there.

In other news. Nine days till I spend a week with my sweetheart.

Peter Pan may have screwed himself over.

And, at last, my replacement PS3 has come to me. This is the cause of my mysterious absence. That and anti allergy meds that have finally eliminated my awful cough.

I have been catching up on games and sleep.

Thus the title. Video games. My Anti drugs. Because all my spare cash already goes to a cause to help me escape reality.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Thursday Night

So um. I'm working the Avalon Run. More trips. New people. Less phone time until I know their stance on phone use.

That said the overnight residence feels like a horror movie.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Lunar Cycle

So it would appear the gloomyness of my last post was more or less based on my body being miffed at me for not making a baby. Stupid period.

"Why would women faint at the sight of blood? They see more of it then men."-Paraphrased from Ygritte.

Anonymous Tumblr Mom: A girl becomes a woman when she gets blood on her favorite pants. It doesn't have to be hers.

Mom is worried about me and my future. She thinks I am isolated. She's worried I would remain isolated in Texas.

If she means I would be a social introvert who prefers to stay in then go out, she's right. This will be true wherever I wind up living.  But this does not make me sad little Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed. I do not make cushions and talk to my tortoise. I talk to numerous friends online via Skype, Facebook, and Tumblr. I prefer fantasy lives in Minecraft, Fallout, and Dungeons and Dragons. I write, I read, I game.

I do not live a lonely or sad life. I am only upset of late because of the Hell House, the Crypt Keeper, a job I resent, and misunderstandings with Dad.

Therefore I shall now list her primary concerns about Texas.

+Red State with Bigots and Politics


+Lack of people when I am in need


+Different teaching license credentials


+Healthcare


+You can't move based on one person

So here are my counter arguments:

+Our current area is full of conservative Bigots. Even on my age range. If I was inclined to socializing, this would be impossible.


+I have two people in the area who can help me in times of need. Maybe. If (When) I relocate to Texas, I will have my bae, and it seems like a decent portion of their family and them are close.


+I don't want to teach anymore. I would not move before I could get a job anyway. +Either full time benefits or potential marriage would give me that. Not to mention I have been been perpetually trapped in health insurance hell since August where we are.


+I moved down here for one person. Her.

I have been very introspective of late. Where I build a life and plant roots to grow, I will likely have limited community support. However I am not alone. The idea that began this blog planted that thought.

My friends are not physically close. But I do not make friends in person often. My network is on the world wide web. Short of a societal collapse, I'll be okay.

In just 2 weeks I will be flying down to Texas to be with my Dragon for our six month anniversary, Valentines Day, and a week containing those two dates. While there it sounds like they will be taking me to a fair of sorts. When I arrive we will go to Walmart to pick up a few things and maybe Montage. Anniversary dinner on 12th. On Valentines Day Deadpool then home made tacos for dinner. And I am told there will be a fair in town.

Long story short I will be getting a feel for the area.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Blech

I was planning to write about my favorite space gay boys (Poe Dameron and Finn. Fite me.) but as usual the Hell House stifled my writing ability. Namely the land lady I will now dub the crypt keeper.

For some reason she is unable to consider using my phone to leave messages. Instead she finds it much more productive to use my mother as the messenger for her passive aggressive notifications.

Yesterday while I cleaned in my room and watched the snow fall Mom reluctantly carried the message to let me know I was to partake in snow removal today. Annoying because I planned to anyway

More annoying because apparently she had a specific time in her mind of when I was supposed to rise to help. She did not share this information.

... And from there the work day sucked so my motivation is gone. I resent my job. I resent my boss. I resent the lack of other available jobs. Theres a time share or resort or something hiring. Slight reduction in pay but standard schedule and way into the idea of land based.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Millenial Me

Friday

It is Friday Morning. I have tomorrow off. And I thank the gods for role play and Minecraft to keep me sane.

That said today's post is going into rant mode.

My generation is technically millenial. A millenial is not someone who is inherently rich or bratty, but simply someone who wasn't 18 yet when we entered the new Millennium.

My generation has been called lazy and apathetic. We have been mocked for continuing to live with our parents after school or taking jobs with minimum wage pay.  We are told if we just didn't buy so much stuff or live so fancy. We are told not to he depressed, just to feel better. Anyone who doesn't succeed is lazy. Why are we so loud and opinionated?  Why are we all obese? Whats our obsession with video games?

Let me tell you about me.

I was a motivated (anxiety driven) Honor Roll through high school student. The only reason I got through college is because my grandfather paid for my schooling. Because my father made over 70k a year and we were middle class there was no financial aid available to me.  Despite minimal student loans being taken, 125 dollars each month go to paying off around sixteen grand in debt.


Lets not get into how much I owe my parents for car repairs.

I make less then 20k a year. I'm the most well paid in my group of friends and among my peers.

I bring home 300 a week on average. One third is gone with rent. 20 on gas, frequently more. Because my rental situation is hostile about the kitchen, I eat junk or out. Either my costs or my pant size goes up. Or both.

To eat well is expensive. After my trip I'm going to log every cent of my check to see where it all goes.

I know when I need car repairs I want to die.

Despite a Bachelor's degree, I can't get a salary position. Its risky to consider leaving my job because I need to move. Between the two of us my mother and I can contribute 1400 to rent and utilities. We still can't find a new place to live.

I play video games, read books, binge TV Shows and movies, and buy tech so I don't dwell on where America is as a nation and the rut my life is stuck in.

My fancy new 300 dollar phone? I saved for it. By getting it for me I could give my mother my functional old one because hers was a devil turd. Thus I saved her money by buying something I wanted anyway.

That 300 dollars was not making the difference between a new residence or not.  But the new phone has made my pass times so much easier.

Lets not even get into my being female.

Much of my generation is depressed and understandably so. The country our grand parents gave our parents was distressing, and what we may inherit is worse. We don't know what to do with our lives when being our best gives us minimal boosts in life.  I am among the lucky ones who can wrap myself in fictional fantasies and stave off my harsh reality.

Others can't.


My peers don't live with their parents because they want to. They lack options. With a degree I can compete for minimum wage Jobs-usually part time. The very lucky ones like me can get full time for a few dollars more.

It is not enough for rent.

So don't ask why my generation and beyond are so off track.

Its because the previous generations didn't take care of the track.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

The Day After DnD

So sorry about missing another day. More Mine Craft. And last night was Dungeons and Dragons. Which is pretty awesome. I am playing a lawful neutral Halving sorceress who appears to have a connection to dragons. Also soul brother Frodo is running the campaign so its an epic tale.

Mine Craft is very consuming. That said it also eats boredom and leads to me not eating because I am bored.

Okay so thats life.


Also in 19 Days I fly to Texas to see my Beloved Dragon.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Still Alive

Long  story short I started playing Mine Craft after Supper.

It is now 1 pm.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Drabble: Purpose

Disclaimer: The following drabble has content warnings for date rape. Never  explored fully but refered to.

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The first time Tobias discovered his brother was in proximity, Seiran had been caught in the crossfires. Daphne had been thankful about how calm he held himself when they got the photos of her. Quinn had drugged her, posed her, stripped her, cut on her, and worse. All to take a jab at his little brother.

Tobias had mostly kept his calm and focused on helping Seiran recover from the trauma and learn how to shoot. Daphne had however helped him fix the holes he had punched in his wall. There had been many and one broken support beam.

Not to speak of how many of Quinn's agents he'd hunted down after. She knew of three dead.

Daphne had a terrible dejavu when the next photo came. The same size. The same label. Toby. Dropped off by messenger.

The eeriness had come when she found Tobias with the photos spread on his desk. He had skipped two meals. His eyes were red. He had been crying. She thought they were the same photos. Then she realized therd were easily twice as many. Quinn had slightly longer hair. The almost identical girl to Seiran had a different hair style.

He was comparing the photos side by side, disturbing content aside.


"Tobias?" Daphne whispered to her brother.


"... These came today," Tobias pulled off his spectacles, "Its her. Its Wren."


She had expected rage. Instead he began to deliriously laugh. Louder and louder. Daphne blinked as he turned in his chair.


"Didn't think him doing that to her would be funny."


"Oh, it isn't, for that I'll see him dead if I have to have Jackson to do the deed so I don't have to become a kin killer, " Tobias exhaled, "Whats funny is he sent these to destroy me."

Daphne raised a brow. Jackson. Troy Jackson. Tobias almost resented him as much as his brother everytime the man had been reborn. Daphne found him a friend, but Troy's optimism grated her brother's pessimism.

"But?"


"I'd given up," Tobias spoke softly, circling his wrists, "Found everyone else. Your father. His apprentice. All of Camelot. Tessa and her family. Marie. Everyone else had turned up. I was sure that because of all the times I had found and lost her.  I had given up and resolved to waste away. I had lived long enough. I was ready to welcome Death and leave Quinn's destruction to another.".

"But now... " Tobias exhaled,  "The game is on. Wren Baelfire was reborn. I will destroy him. Find her. And protect her as I have failed to time and time again."

Friday, January 15, 2016

A Geoite Named Desiree

Parenting never ends. And goddess knows I appreciate that you are still involved in my life, compared to Matt Sr. who is blowing off his sons for another holiday.

Sometimes I need to talk about stuff. Just talk to get it off my chest, not looking for a solution or advice. Maybe feedback. Definitely not criticism.

I apologize if I made you feel unappreciated. That was not my intent. I do listen. Ths problem is when I attempt to explain my side or why that perspective does not work for me, you continue attempting to persuade me of your side. What I need is a little acknowledgement and appreciation of my own side of things.

This would expand to most topics we discuss and has for a long time. I am trying to communicate more when I am upset about something and why. It is not fair of me to be angry and let it fester so I can resent you without you knowing this is occurring. I need to let it out to end this terrible habit.

As for Joan, no, we did not resolve it. I had to go and hold in my frustration about you not really paying attention to what I was saying for several hours.

You keep suggesting solutions that feature logic and reasonable rational. Example: If I blackmail her she'd be too scared to kick me out.

No. She would bite off her nose-no, tear off her whole face, to spite someone who crossed her. I recently learned when Matt Sr.'s wife requested a divorce she stormed the supernarket where Michelle worked and caused a huge scene while accusing her of being an adultress whore.


The listening thing goes both ways.

I don't reject all of your experiences. I just do not find them comparable to mine. Different times, different people, different worlds. And while I love Grandpa still, I do not desire the relationship you had with him with you.

From my outside perspective it was a relationship of "This is my father. I admire his mind and what he has done. And I appreciate that he is my father."

And for everything I can tell we stayed in New Jersey for him. Yes there was work for you for a long time there. But it was far from ideal and I can't believe there wasn't work anywhere else.

I want to talk to you and have a decent relationship with you not out of obligation but because I want to. Not a weekly or monthly visit or call just because.

Since graduating I have been confronting a lot about myself. One of those things is that I keep things bottled up until I stop functioning. I cannot and will not do that anymore. Silent anger will burn me from the inside out and is the source of my anxiety and depression.

In a professional setting I receive salary to bite my tongue. $12 an hour.

My friends and family? I tend to be more open and honest with them. I apologize for the lack of cordialness in my last message, I was still simmering down and came off harsher then intended.

But I needed you to know what our conversation did to me. I needed you know how upset I felt that you were treating me like a child who hadn't considered these options.

I love you, Dad. Not because we are bound by blood, or because I admire your brilliance and talents (though I do).

I love you because of stupid stuff like knowing every year I can expect a Hess Truck. While you're surprised or maybe confused by my sexuality, you accept and and are happy I found love. Because you went out of the way to see me at read at Amherst. Because you bring home chemicals for us to blow up at Atsion. Because you consider things like making a cutlass or blade for me to use to slice my wedding cake some day.  Because even though I was going away to College you got me Snuffles. Because when I was 6 you memorized the first 151 Pokemon. Because of Sunday morning comics and Tolkien, Redwall, and Harry Potter before bed. Because at the Grand Canyon you dragged me out in middle of the night to see the stars. Because you went out of the way to get me all of the Guardians of the Galaxy  bobble heads. Because you got me Loki and you brought me hamsters.

Because when you found out what hell Joan put me through, you contemplated murder and then volunteered to help.

Because you aren't just my dad, you're my champion.

These are a handful of the reasons I love you. The reason I get angry or lash out is fear. I don't want you and Grandpa's relationship. I want to be able to talk to you. I want to be able to talk to you about life without a strong desire to kick something into nothing. I don't just want to keep you in my life, I want to have a meaningful relationship with you.

Not just "Yeah here kids heres your grandpa he was an EPA Hero who does pretty good wood work"

But "OKAY SIT DOWN WHILE I TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE TIME YOUR GRANDPA AND I TERRORIZED THE PROFESSIONAL SCARERS IN THE CORNFIELD".

There were years where your behaviors,  actions, and attitudes frustrated, angered, and annoyed me. I suffered in silence because what good could confronting you do? The problem was as a teenager I got it in my head I could someday cut off from you. By the time I left my teen years I realized thay was stupid. My the time I graduated college I was able to see clearer and realized that was the opposite of what I wanted.

So now I speak up as stuff happens. Inaction is my greatest sin. Refusing to act or speak and allow a problem to grow without confrontation.

My first mental break broke a messiah mask I out on myself in High Road. I'm literally learning more about myself every day sense.

Here is what I know about Desiree Shields

She has never gotten over the seeds of distrust plantes by being bullied in grade school. This has led her to many issues, such as learning to drive later in life.


She sucks at managing anger. She repressed it into silent sorrow in her early days so now she faces it, if awkwardly.


She does care about others. But she's trying to stop cutting off fingers for the sake of others.


She is capable of being very polite. But she's equally capable of forgetting her manners when things get under her skin.

She is already a walking talking pile of self doubt.


She is a writer.


She is a hopeless romantic.


She is a cynical optimist.


She really likes ferrets.

So yeah. Nutshell. I lash out when I'm hurt. I resent when I'm hurt by those closest to me. And thus I lash out worse, sometimes not thinking through everything I say. Even if I love them.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

0Parental Unit

Long story short. I started playing DnD. Frodo organized a campaign. This saved me from the rage my father set me in by suggesting I just not let the land lady get to me and need to toughen my hide.

I love Mom to death but I need her to come to me for tech help before she is so exasperated.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Medicinal

I will  open with the current medical system is shit and we need socialized single payer health care for all. Fight me. I dare you.

Also Anti-Vaccinators are so stupid a character in the Abominable 50 Shades of Grey series calls them out. Just a point.

I should get a frequency flyer card from the ER around here. Instead one of them finally thought to give me a pamphlet on Doctors seeing new patients sooner.

In other news I have a reaction to Black Mold in the House or Whooping Cough.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Lions Oh My!

Mary Sue Monday delayed to Tuesday for Technical difficulty.

So I made a Disney Pandora station. You know what I realized? The GOP Republicans need to watch Lion King. And study it.

That said we should remind them Scar is not eligible for nomination, being African.

Carrying on. The Circle of Life. Dead bodies feed plants. Herbivores eat plants. Carnivores eat herbivores. Etcetera.

That said I noticed another set of lyrics for the first time.

Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give

Read more: LION KING - Circle Of Life Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Never take more then you give. Say the 1% hording more money then they can ever spend. Far more then they need and in effect keeping it from the 99%.

Reminder. What happened when Scar and the Hyenas took far too much? The Savannah became desolate. Prey fled, lack of dead things and poo led to a lack of foliage. There was nothing to eat. No resources. One must assume cannibalism happened off screen.

So yeah. GOP. Don't take more then you need.

Also.
Non traditional parenting. Two males, Timon and Pumba, raised Simba. He went on to become King. Just saying.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Sluggish Saturday

Okay so first order of business: I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING MY GLASSES SOCIAL EXPERIMENT. As cute as they look on me, I ah, am getting some weird effects in my field of vision.

Two: INSURANCE. I don't have it. I kind of do. But not for my mental health. Of course. So I need to arrange carefully. And more medical bills. Joy. In the mean time, once I get my schedule tomorrow, I am going to try to see a Doctor. I'm still having my gaspy wheeze choke cough. Not fun.

Tomorrow I have an overnight. My first overnight with a co worker of the opposite sex. He's an okay dude so I'm not worried. Just paranoid. He's honestly one of my two favorite co workers.

The crew has advised me to pack extra clothing, as Monday promises high windsm and I may get stuck on island another day.

Tomorrow is Mary Sue Monday. I'm thinking Kingdom Hearts.

Anywho, there is a series of games for tablet on Android and IOS you should all play. It is called The Room, The Room 2, and The Room 3. They're hands on puzzle games and quite well done.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Whoopsie Daisy

Welp I'll try to get an evening post out tonight. Good news, am alive and well. Despite the fact that health insurance games are very real and I am being pounded bu medical expenses. I'll push through however, somehow. I always do.

The winter winds are brutal. Not the snow persay but the winds. On the boat we can feel them, and officially if the winds reach 40 miles per hour or more we're supposed to cancel.

Unless we have Captain (name redacted) Ahab.

Then I just not so slowly resent every customer who feels the need to take their time counting out bills or exact change so I only give them bills back. Don't even ask about the browsers. Why do I feel like this? Because I have to stand. While the boat is being battered by 40+ mile per hour winds.

I have trouble staying on my feet when its not rocking.
I felt mortal peril in my heart.

Plus side, I have an interview tomorrow afternoon. Long term substitute at a local grade school. I am in theory trained for it, and the job would be a nice change up. I'm trying not to be too hopeful.

I mean the fact is I still don't intend to make teaching my career at this point. No, I don't know what else I'll do yet. I'll figure it out.

Side note. Avoid Hateful 8. Tarantino did not work hard on that one. Chock full of my favorite people, but dull, boring, and rather pointless. I saw so many chances for it to turn clever, for the build up to give a pay out. Instead it rather lived up to its name. A series of characters I rather hated and gave no emotional connection to. In a series of events that felt more like a game of Clue then a real movie.

For the record, I rank the Tarantino Movies I have Seen:

Django Unchained
Inglorious Bastards
Kill Bill 1
Kill Bill 2
Pulp Fiction
Hateful Eight

Thats right. He reverted. I am not impressed.
Hmm. Maybe movie reviews will become a thing on this blog.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Mary The Force Be With You: Mary Sue Monday Episode I

As name calling on Rey is what started me on this path, I am going to begin this post series in the Universe of Star Wars. At the tail end, there may be spoilers, but at the moment, none of the caracters will be specified.

Now, I'm going to point out Star Wars is an inter-galactic multi planet universe. There are countless species, many humanoid, others resembling giant teddy bears, bipedal collie dogs, or gigantic green slugs. It is a scifi setting where robots are common place and hover craft and space ship serve as the public transit.

There are also space wizards who can use a magical energy called the Force to change the course of their future. Light Space Wizards who use their powers for the sake of others are called Jedi-they generally have green or blue laser swords. Dark Space Wizards who use their powers for self serving purpose are called Sith and generally have red laser swords.

So just a reminder, Wikipedia Identifies a Mary Sue or Gary Stu as
Young
Low Rank
Unrealistic Ability or Talent
Saves the Day

I will be evaluating three characters from the Star Wars Saga.

Character A is young, of low rank, of extreme talent to being a repeated plot point, and saves the day repeatedly.

Character B is young and of low rank whe the story begins, exceptionally gifted, and does not actually save the day, though she does certainly assist in the saving of butts.

Character C is young and of low rank when the story begins, exceptionally gifted, and saves the day.

Which means by Wikipedia standards, all of these characters are Mary Sues.

Now lets go deeper, in the words of Inception.

With the handy tool of The Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test from Springhole.net, I shall evaluate each character and list what they tick off and earn points with, and where they fall on the Springhole Scale.

Character A:

Character receives cybernetic enhancements.

Has unusually liberated views for time and place, which are diassproved by mostly older folks still caught up in hokey traditions.

Is openly defiant of authority figures and generally displayed as justified.

They are unusually talented for their age and experience in multiple fields.

The best at what they do, impressing almost everyone with their talents and abilities.

They can easily control a person with psuedo magic.

Most factions desire the character to join their side for their ability.

Most if not all challenges are overcome, which is to say, they succeed at all they attempt.

Frequently takes out a multitiude of enemies single handedly.

They are a prophecized chosen one to save the universe.
The universe literally brought them into existence.

Even those who don't always like them or approve of them give them a gruding respect.

Character is quazi adopted by other characters.

When character falls in love it is understood to be deep and profound.

Character is born into slavery and extreme poverty.

Unusual birth.

Wittnessed parental death.

Angsts over parental death.

A villain is obsessed over character because of what they are, not who.

Character saves the day repeatedly, far more often then others.

Has assorted lingerring doubts about his moralistic choices, is manipulated not through magical or special abilities but psychologically, and made a severe character judgement that ended in, well, a crap tone of death and destruction.

This character is evaluated by Springhole as having 45 points and being at a very high risk of being a Mary Sue.

Character B:
 
Picked up highly desirable abilities in unprecedented time, and other characters are impressed by their skill.

Has the ability to easily control another person without a sort of magic,

Occasionally "just knows thigns", ie how to do something without consequence.

While in a tight spot, character develops new ability to assist.

Character is bilingual.

Villain is envious because abilities are more then their own.

Wields a legendary weapon.

Another character would like to quazi adopt character.

Character was abandoned and lived alone as a child, raised self in extreme povery.

Villain is obsessed with character.

Character B ranks 30 points, which according to Springhole, is a high risk Sue.

Character C

Character name is a variant of the creator.

Many fights, few scars.

Character is cybernetically enhanced.

When character is defiant toward authority figures, they are portrayed as justified.

Character picks up skills in months that usually take years-and they are extremely desired skills.

Character is the best in their peer group, renowned for their ability, and impress even the jaded.

Has the ability to easily control another person without a sort of magic,

In general succeeds at everything attempted.

Uses a signifigant weapon.

A cosmic keystone, helping the universe by existing.

Extremely popular and liked by most characters they meet, even those who are not normally friendly and initially criticize them. Most of their friends lead exciting and dramatic lives.

Falls in love at first sight.

Through a bond with the character a villain reforms.

Character was not raised by parents, and a major villain was responsible.

Has lost close friends.

Angssts about dead family.

Major villain has obsession with character because of what they are.

Is spared by major villain despite causing them major losses.

Character saves the day with unforseen skill and almost dies.

A skilled assassin fails repeatedly to kill or capture the hero in a series of hilarious blunders.

There is no doubt that, according to Springhole, Character C is a Sue. They have secured 56 points, and anything over 50 points is most certainly a Sue, and ridiculously so.

So, to sum up, 

Character A has 45 points on the Litmus test and is at very high risk of Being a Sue.

Character B has 30 points and is considered high risk of being a Sue.

Character C has 56 points and is thought to most certainly be a Sue.

Before I go into further analysis, let us consider.

One of these characters is Rey. You know, the leading lady and new generation Jedi of Episode VII.
For all the name calling and implying she is a sue and it might mean she is somehow a bad character
Rey is Character B. That's right, she scored the lowest.

Character A is Anakin Skywalker, as he appears in the prequel Trilogy. You know, the unusually young mechanical pod racing genius who built C3PO as a kid and has no father but came to be in his mother's womb simply because the Force wanted him to exist and be the Chosen One. (Seriously, check Wookiepedia). Lets not forget his angst over failing to save his mother, murdering the sand people, and his doomed forbidden romance with Padmae.

And Character C, the most certainly a Sue, who shares a name with his creator? Luke Skywalker. And yes he did fall in love at first sight, he just didn't know it was his twin sister right away. Han Solo is a completed jaded awkwardly not social jerk, if a lovable scoundrel, but he comes back for Luke when he was planning to leave Hoth prior to finding out he was in peril.
(Sidenote: WHY ARE THE SKYWALKERS SHITTY AT KNOWING WHEN FAMILY MEMBERS ARE RIGHT THERE? More on this in Theory Tuesday. Not a new tradition. Just today's post.)

So Luke Skywalker is most definitely, by the Springhole Test and Wikipedia definition, a Mary Sue Gary Stu.

Anakin Skywalker is at very high risk on the test, and by definition a Mary Sue Gary Stu.

And new comer Rey is at high risk on the Litmus, and by definition a Mary Gary Stu.

Springhole.net has additional resources, expanding on the explanation of the test scores.

That said, it also sheds light on why Mary Sue is frequently declared with a bitter after taste.

"Very often, Mary Sues are created for the readers to admire, envy, or pitty rather then Emphasize with.
This is basically an offshoot of the "unearned respect problem-the writer/player expects everyone to think their character is awesome and worthy of admiration or respsect. This type of character is nothing new-Puritan Literature frequently features too-good-for-this-sinfuf-Earth Heroines who were created as role models to Puritan Children. You've probably heard the expression "Little Goody Two Shoes", which is frequently used to refer to someone who acts in a sanctimonious manner-this was originally the name of one of these heroines."

So while Wikipedia defines Mary Stu/Gary Stu as a very common trope, there is a bitter after taste that makes the term feared (which is often overlooked for characters who are identified as male).

Allow me to create and coin a new phraise.

Hairy Stool.

A Hairy Stool is a character who never faces consequences for their actions, who is unequestionably awesome and must be liked by all, regardless of the other characters previous connections or personality. Readers and or viewers are forced to face how awesome and special the creator thinks this character is, without any reason or development to make the character interesting or dynamic. They have romances that make no rhyme or reason with other characters because to be involved makes the other character out of character. They are the only central character and main focus of their story, with no feasible reason why.

A character is not a hairy stool because of any of the following:
They happen to be bad ass
They happen to develop extraordinary powers
They have love lives
They have a traumatic past
They are in general likable
They are prodigies.
They are the main protagonist of a story.

They are only these things if not written well to a point the audience can appreciate.
Example
Bella Swan of Twilight
Clumsy clutz but sort of a bad ass
Somehow immune to vampire mind reading
Is desired by virtually every single male in Forks, despite minimal if any personality and character development.
In general readers are not on good terms with her, or at best they accept her.
Is not just the main character, but the core focus of every single plot is around her. 

Also note, Bella is not a Hairy Stool because of any single one of these-but because she is almost all of them.

Or shall we evaluate the Twilight Knock off, 50 Shades?

The Asshole I think. Christian Grey.
Considered to be a bad ass because he is loaded but in general never really earns the audience's awe. We're supposed to be crazy about him because the narrator is, though worth noting she is a 21 Year old hormonal, sheltered, and sexually frustrated virgin.
Not only does he have multiple fuck buddies/love interests, their obsessions with him are major fucking plot points. Two of them go crazy to get him back or seek revenge.
Character's traumatic past is ridiculously over the top and used as an excuse for their current horrible behavior.
He is not likable. You might have noticed I called him the asshole.
He kind of ticks off the prodigy marker, seeing as he's a grand 27 or 28 years old and is basically and independent multi-millionare of his own making. We are led to believe his wealthy adoptive family. Not to mention the piano thing. At least Edward Cullen had like a century to hone new skills.
For some reason he Co-Stars as the lead ot the 50 Shades of Fucked Up Saga (ACTUAL QUOTE HE USES TO REFER TO HIMSELF) with Anastasia Steele instead of a more interesting character like Kate Kavannagh or Jason Taylor.

Oh, and Anastasia Steele Herself?

Not a bad ass. Doesn't even try. Her clumsyness isn't really a plot device in my eyes. Just an inconvience, and not usually cute.
No special talents developed.
Yes she has a love life, yes there is one creepy rapey friend, and there is one slime ball boss, but they're not nearly as prominent as asshole's former subs. Wait, one former sub, one former dom.
No traumatic past. Multiple married mother, but thats not really that big a whoop.
I do think she is in general likable, if a naive summer child. Some wouldn't like her, some would.
She is the main character, but she is also the narrator. And unlike Bella her world does not have more interesting things going on like Vampires, Werewolves, and the Fanged Illuminati. So for her narrative to focus on her is pretty okay.

Okay but lets jump back to Twilight. If Asshole is a Hairy Stool, Edward has to be-right?

Bad ass. But point a not that uncommon in a world where vampires are a thing and he is one.
Technically a telepathic vampire, but the vampires of Meyers' world have powers of assorted forms. Its just common place.
Love Life. Adores Bella for some reason. Admired by some of the girls at school. Not so serious.
Traumatic past. He kind of has one with Scarlet Fever and all, but its not a seriously overdone past. Its just his past.
In general, is character likable? Arguable. Bella, the narrator is crazy about him. But other characters are generally super wary-the Sheriff, Jacob Black, kids at school.
Prodigy: No idea. I would need to know when he started playing Chess and piano. I mean, he has been around for a while he could have just developed and honed those talents.
Main Protagonist? Not exactly. He is a major character but in New Moon he's barely there, and in Breaking Dawn, Jacob got whole chapters.

Huh.

When you keep in mind that 50 Shades of Grey started as a Twilight Alternative Universe Fanficition called Master of the Universe, it is a little bizarre that where Bella is a Hairy Stool, her knock off character Ana Steele is not. Inversely, Edward Cullent does not qualify, but his alternate self Christian Grey definitely is a Hairy Stool.

WELP side note. Not only will I be evaluating characters on Mondays for their Sueness.
I WILL BE RUNNING THEM AGAINST THE HAIRY STOOL SCALE.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Social Experiment: Through Glass Panels

On a random whim I have decided to start wearing fashion glasses. In other words, I don't need them, they're just lenses of mostly clear glass and plastic or some combination. I originally acquired several pairs for costume use.

But now I'm curious to see how people react-especially at work-to my wearing glasses on a regular basis.

The catch: I can't lie. But I don't go into details or reveal anything either.

Examples from Today:

Co Worker: You've got eyes.
Me: Yep. Two of them. So do you.

Work Mom: Are those new glasses?
Me: Nope, had 'em for a while.

(Which is true).

Mary Sue Monday-Contains Episode VII Spoilers

Do you know what my favorite part about the new Star Wars, Episode VII: The Force Awakens is?

That the central new character-SPOILER ALERT-

The new Jedi in training who has discovered they can use the force is a woman, and a maginificent one, Rey.

And despite having a female lead, the current box office of this new science fiction film is 740.3 million so far, second only to Avatar. For now. Look out, Jake Sully.

Rey is capable and multi-faceted. She's tough, she's compassionate, she's confident, she's brave, but she's not fearless.

She is human, and an amazing character for tiny geekettes to emulate.

Unfortunately she has not been treated fairly as a character.

Others have noted the disturbing lack of Rey Merchandise available for such a central character. At Wal-Mart I bristled to se her on the cardboard display, but no product available. Even going to Amazon availed no results that were not scarce, overpriced, or alternate sellers who were clearly collectors.

Even the dirt bag character who's thirty second cameo was trying to abduct BB-8 had a toy.
That said, the title of this post is not in fact, sexism in toys. That's a whole different subject I will broach another day.

This is the beginning of a new weekly post.
Mary Sue Monday.

Lets talk about being a fangirl, a geek girl. Not the blatant sexism and war on women that has traumatized victims as seen in Gamer Gate, that continues still, but a far more subtle attack.

As a role player, and a sometimes fanfiction writer, let me tell you the most terrifying words I fear when creating an original character in a pre-existing world.

Mary Sue.

What is a Mary Sue?

According to wikipedia, an idealized character who is inexperienced through youth or rank who still saves the day through unrealistic abilities.

For those of you playing the home game, that means every anime character ever.

Anyway, the caveat is also they they sometimes but not always exist for the writer's self insert wish fulfillment.

Originally this term only haunted me and other fan girls in fanfiction and fandom based role play. In recent years unfortunately it has branched out to new characters brought into a fandom by the fandom's own creator. Many female characters in the media have come under fire.

Like Rey in Force Awakens.

First of all, from the wikipedia definition, the term Mary Sue is not inherently negative. Many popular characters fit the current descriptor.

Secondly, the use of the term Mary Sue for name calling only seems to apply if a character lacks gonads. There is a male variant, Gary Stu, but to this day I have never heard it used.

The term Mary Sue has gone from a trope to a potentially terrifying insult to creators of female characters. As someone who does quite a bit of online role playing, I have known what it is to live in terror of the title to the point of not giving my characters traits that would fit.

Then my soul sister made an excellent poiint.

"Who cares? So what if a character is over powered, has a string of lovers, is super talented, and has limitless resources? So do Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark."

Then it hit me. The iconic Iron Man and Batman were Gary Stu's. And I had never heard a peep about it. They had never been called on it. So today I start a new weekly tradition on this blog: The Mary Sue Monday, highlighting how two simple words have been used to keep American Geekdoms sausage fests and create a double standard in character creations.

I will be evaluating existing characters, mostly well known, without revealing their identities or gender until after.

The core evaluators will be the Wikipedia Definition and Springhole.net's Universal Maru Sue Litmus Test.

...however while the first Mary Sue Monday Post (May The Force Be With You) is written, it is not transcribed, so expected it tomorrow on account of sleepyness, work schedule, and time.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

2016: The Year of the Writer

Side Note: I just fused my two posts for the night.

So as mentioned before I am getting over an identity crisis and chosen one complex.

One thing I do know about myself is I am a writer. And one of my new year's resolutions is to outline, draft, and edit a whole novel without starting a new one and getting distracted.

To make sure I hold true to that goal and to write a blog daily, I have two methods. One: the five minute writing challenge, with which I hope to write a novel about Princess Prism in Magia.
Two: A little brown book I picked up at Five and Below called "400 Writing Prompts." Its just random entries to get me writing. I will be transcribing my response to one of those entries at the end of this post.

Its a brand new year. I face the new year feeling bright and brave. The future is a mystery but I have hope.

Being in love is an amazing change. It can defy my pessimistic shell.

In my current position in life, I'm in a house share directly responsible for new health problems including increased blood pressure and weight gain, as well as a jump in my anxiety levels. This almost all stems to my insane land lady who brings hell down on all the tenants if any one of us dares to pass through the kitchen, much less use it to prepare a nutritious meal.

For this reason I wound up using part of an amazon gift card to acquire a juicer. That is a machine that turns all the vegetables I forget to eat into a juice I can drink instead. I will be acquiring air tight containers in the near future to try to store the veggies between beverages, and to transport extra to work.

Not sure I don't have a binge eating disorder. Side note whoever decided that PSA needed to go on the air two days before Thanksgiving should burn in hell.

I'm working at a job I less then love which can be massively inconvienient between irregular schedules and overnight closing/opening shift. It is the most competitive pay by around $3 dollars an hour, so leaving would require an extraordinary or else big girl job. (Side note: another new years resolution).

Mom and I are looking for new housing to call home. Because our area is filled to the brim with asshole land owners and rich snobs who don't even occupy their homes for three quarters of the year, this is a difficult thing to do. However until we leave I don't dare change jobs, so I can say I've been at my current employment for half a year. Nor can I write Peter Pan and tell him what I really think of him. As we cannot tell his mother we want to move out without complicating life massively, we need him as a reference instead.

I do worry about Mom. We are close, but I think sometimes we are at the point she needs me physically there while I just need her emotionally there. I get in-in our current region making friends and contacts is insanely difficult.

I won't discuss any of this at the moment with her because she is dealing with a post holiday broken heart. But the fact is I know my future will not be where she is. Because my mother will not consider, and probably should not consider, moving where I intend to spend a good chunk of the rest of my life.

The whole country sucks. A group of gun toting crazy men just took over a national park or some such in Oregon, occupying the building and controlling who can go in and out. Worse, several of the of the GOP front runners are supporting their right to do so. Which doesn't exist because what they are doing is called terrorism. We just don't like calling white extremists that.

You can't obtain perfect happiness. There will always be a better life.
What you've got to do is pick a life, accept its not perfect, but obtain something that does make you happy. Don't look at the siilver lining on a lead cloud.
Look at the grass the damn rain makes. Look at the ground as snow finally melts away.
Find something that makes you happy and go deal with how crappy the world is near it.
Or someone.

Jen is not Jim.

When I do go to Texas to be with her, I know we will be beginning lives together.

For once in my life I am trusting my heart. What else can I continue life based on at the moment? The job I accept as it pays the bills?

A degree to get a career I chose while living a lie? I don't want to teach and finding stable employment with a Bachelor's degree in English is such a joke, theres a musical number about it.

At the moment, Mom and I are agreed-we need to get out of here and live together for two years to stabalize and heal from all the bullshit life has thrown at us.

After that...I'm going to talk about long term plans with my sweety. Maybe in less time. We'll see. I don't intend to leave my mom high and dry while I run off to the lone star state.

But I plan to pursue happiness.

And now for Spryte writes.

Prompt:
While at the beach, you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it?

Answer
Whoever you are. Whenever you find this. Unless you are a dictator or otherwise a leader of an unwilling people, you are magnificent. To live is an awfully big adventure. Everyday is a challenge, but it is worth it. Fight for what you believe in. Raise your voice and confront unjustice-even if its not about you. Find a place you can call home.

Okie Dokie

Short sorry I'm late

So I wrote out an entry in my notebook. Great idea at the time. Except my notebook was up Hill while I was in Bag End.

Then the revenge of KFC for lunch and I caught my fingers in a door.

So expect 2 updates today. The one from my notebook and the one from my phone notes I fell asleep writing.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Brighter Days Ahead


It is New Year's and yes, I have thought up some resolutions.

One: Monitor my eating habits and keep a record to keep myself honest.
Two: Reduce eating habits.
Three: Clean up and tidy living space.
Four: Pick a daily exercise routine of some form.
Five: Outline, draft, and edit one novel.
Six: Find a big girl job.
Seven: Pay back the $500 I owe both parents from car repairs.
Eight: Discuss future seriously with my sweetie.

I am...cautiously optimistic about 2016.