Wednesday, August 17, 2016

We'll be at Matsuricon this weekend! - Ohio

Convention alert!

This weekend (Aug 19-21st) we'll be at Matsuricon in Ohio!

We have a map of where you can find us!



Hope to see you guys there, please stop by the table or catch us in the hallway, we always love to say hi and spend time with people.  And don't forget to pick up our books, crafts and magical girls!

 

See you there!!

Monday, August 15, 2016

Review: Stranger Things - Season 1: An Exploration of Death



I'm going to try something a little different with this review and while most of my reviews are on the show overall, I'm going to focus this one a bit more.  (Spoilers will be involved, you have been warned.)

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Originally when I glanced at this series, it was because I watched a review from Chris Stuckmann talking about how the show evoked exactly the type of Steven Spielberg and Stephen King stories I'd grown up with.  That done well enough is enough to keep me interested - but as I watched and dove further into this world, I noticed not only an homage, but a deeper exploration into the world of death and grieving.  And that exploration was highlighted by how each character approached the disappearance of Will.

In the beginning of the story, we're introduced to four children, who are firmly implanted in this early 80's world with all the hopes and dreams that I, as an 80's kid, know all too well.  Movies like The Goonies, E.T., Carrie, The Neverending Story ... they all hint at this magical world just before adulthood and this series fits in perfectly.  After a late game of D&D the kids head home, and one of them doesn't make it.

Early on we're told by the 'sane' adults, throughout the story and the exploration to find out what happened to Will, that he is dead and to move on.  Each character the series focuses on refuses to believe that, for their own variety of reasons and what unfolds before us is a manifestation of their grief in unique forms and that's what I want to focus on, because I found it very interesting.

The Children
The children, friends of Will, take it exactly as children in this sort of story world.  Exactly how movies just like this have taught children for years to deal with their world as they grow.  A world of magic and mystery is relied upon, refusing to believe he's dead and that maybe, if only they could find the right clues and the right power, they could 'free' him from the monster that took him away. Classic movies are guilty of perpetuating this world view and when I was growing up I distinctly remember a large number of books, cartoon shows and Disney movies telling the same lessons, because the harsh reality of death is a bit too much to take in when you're that young.  Instead these movies try and empower children by telling them they have a small extent of power over this force and the world around them.  We all know that death is merely a monster waiting to be slain, and good friends never leave.  Even when they 'die' they can always still be reached if the right tools and powers are tapped.

This isn't a bad way of looking at death, but it can backfire horribly.  By teaching children that they have some sort of power over it, it gives them a bit more stable ground to stand on.  Yes, from the outside it may seem like a lie, but children that young need to believe they have some sort of power and hope.  Because if you are presented with the reality of being powerless when you're young and not given tools to deal with it (even magical, imaginary ones) there's a sense of wonder with the world that is crushed and it can burn through your life long after that moment with lasting consequences.  The downside of this coping mechanism is that when the attempt ultimately fails, many children believe it's their personal fault.  They didn't try hard enough, they didn't roll the right dice and they lost the battle - and their friend isn't coming back because of it.  When you're that young, death feels like a monster that took away someone close as a personal strike and it's that much more ravaging, because you haven't learned how to cope.

The magic and power is integral, because at that age, you're so small and young, you don't understand why you're actions and life would matter so much in the face of such an unmovable force.

The Mother
In this movie, Winona Ryder plays Will's mother Joyce, who can't quite handle the loss.  As a single parent with two children who don't fit in normal society, she does everything she can to give them a normal life.  But when she's confronted with this death, it tears her world apart, as you would expect.

What's interesting about her case, is that we clearly see that she is actually the one tearing her world down.  In a fury to connect with her 'dead' son and try to save him, she tears apart their house, spends all her money on frivolous lights and even uses an ax to tear holes in her walls.  She's wholly consumed with doing everything she can think of to bring her son back, even when she seems to realize that there really is nothing she can do.  Somewhere in the middle of the show it becomes a race not to save Will, but to reach out just one more time to make sure he's safe.  In that moment, we see the sadness of her character and the deep cracks that make a mother's grief over a lost child so heart breaking.  She can't save him, she can't bring him back, but she will destroy the world to try and no one can stop her, even if she knows in the end she will have nothing.

The Sympathetic Friend
The Sheriff in the town, Jim Hopper, is brought in to search for the missing child and try to give the family and friends some closure as to what happened.  Initially a skeptic in the case, we see him progress in the story from having a place on the outside as one of the not affected, to being fully tied into the story with potentially just as much to lose.  On account of the loss of his own daughter, he initially is hesitant to step into that world of pain again, but eventually does it to 'get to the bottom' of the case.

What's really interesting about the Sheriff is how much he mirrors Joyce in a calmer fashion.  He's her reflection in a steady stream, after the rapids and storms have passed.  We see similarities in his broken marriage, his occasionally not acknowledging his daughter is dead and even his home which is set so far away from the town it's his job to take care of.  You get the sense that he also destroyed his world and after the destruction, slowly managed to pick up the pieces.  As a sad parent he never managed to save his daughter and he feels her death was partially his fault.  He sees himself in Joyce and takes up her fight silently.  He doesn't tell her he believes her, instead he wraps it in logic and keeps investigating to get to the answers.  And somewhere, inside that investigation, he's reassuring himself that he's not a failure.  Because if he can find out what happened to Will, maybe that will make up for his 'failure' with his daughter.

The Brother
Will's older brother, Jonathan. is the standoffish person in the town and while his world is separate from his brother's and the children, his journey mirrors theirs just as the Sheriff mirrors his mothers. Initially he's there for his mother, trying to be her voice of reason and trying desperately to keep his life together.

Unfortunately she can't hear him and there's a point where he steps back, letting her just work through her grief because he knows he can't help her.  So what is he to do?  Well, he goes on a journey much like the children, also finding out there's a monster and working just like them to find the same magic to stop it.  However, the adult world is seeping into his magical one, incorporating itself in his adventure with a love interest, sexual hintings and even adult weapons such as a gun.

Jonathan's world is stuck in the middle, one foot as a child and one as an adult.  You can tell he's afraid to be an adult, perhaps because he's afraid to leave his mother behind just as his father did, and he can't make himself do it.  But you can also see that his self imposed home imprisonment keeps him one foot in his childhood.  Around his mother and his brother he's allowed to be that protected child who doesn't yet have to be a man.  And when his brother disappears, he's given a quest of his own, to leave his mother and prove himself, finally acknowledging that he's no longer a child. His journey is also mirrored in the story of Nancy - the girl he falls for - both of their stories weaving together to tell one complete story of entering adulthood.

The Damsel
Eleven is the final character that turns the story that much more interesting and cements my thoughts on this.  And while I use the term, damsel, she is not just that.  Eleven is not a girl to be saved and won, though she's presented as that in the beginning.  In contrast to everyone else above Eleven is not a character dealing with death, she is in fact dealing with life.  Growing up she was locked in a lab so different from our world and never allowed to have her own thoughts and actions.  Now, out in our world, she's given the ability to live.

As the other characters deal with the disappearance of Will, she walks in the opposite path, learning how to talk, live, eat and think for herself.  She truly mirrors their journey's as a whole, tentatively grasping at the life she suddenly has. She IS life, the very thing that all the characters saw disappear and that many of us have no idea what to do with until it's gone.

She also personifies our terror at the idea of death.  We see very clearly her fear when she's confronted with going back to where she came from, even if it's to save a friend.  That fear is compounded when she's forced to stand up against the Demogorgon, the strange shadow creature that has taken Will and that Eleven herself brought into our world.  The very act of being alive creates the inevitability of death and Eleven is both that reality and our fear to tread into the world of death when someone we know is exposed to it.  We know what death looks like, we know how much it hurts and when a friend of ours loses someone close, we want to help, but we're also terrified that it'll touch us too.  She's the perfect depiction of that awkward moments are funerals and wakes where people say the traditional "I'm so sorry" because they have no idea how to safely comfort those in pain and yet at the same time want to help more then they can ever say.

The Point?
So what is the point of all of this?  Am I saying the Will is actually dead throughout this whole story, even with the outcome in the final episodes?

No, that's not the point at all.  What I'm saying is that within this magical and strange story, we have a character study of how death and grief ripple throughout many personal worlds.  On top of that, this series takes the bold step in showing all of these characters deal with their grief in their own way and not a single character is treated as if they are damaged or crazy for their reaction.  Not once are they called insane by the story as a whole.  Instead we're given a collage of reactions that show, in the end, that grief is something we will all deal with differently and all of those reactions are valid in that moment.  Even Joyce, who is called crazy by a couple minor characters, is treated by the show with a kind of respect that is rarely given to grieving parents, especially mothers.

In the end it doesn't really matter if Will is alive, if he's saved or if he comes back.  What matters is that each character is allowed to work through the pain and challenge in front of them and come out on the other end as they are.  There is no happy ending in this, instead we're given an ending where things seem to have returned to normal, yet all the characters have changed and grown from their experiences.  The world is the same, but the world has also changed forever - which is exactly what death does.

The ultimate reality is that death changes people and worlds and its not a bad thing, it's just a part of life that we don't talk about, so when it happens, people's perfectly normal reactions might seem a bit, well, strange.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Backseat Gamer: Ratchet and Clank PS4



Intro:
While my wifey was still working at Gamestop she introduced me to Ratchet and Clank: Tools of Destruction and I instantly fell in love with how fun the series was and the characters.  Ratchet was just the sort of character I liked and his interaction with Clank was perfect!  The game play also reminded me of Jazz Jackrabbit, which I used to play on my parents' PC while growing up.



Summary:
In this HD remake of the original game, you are Ratchet: a rare lombax who dreams of being a Galactic Ranger! Sadly, after going through the tests, he's turned down and his dreams are crushed.  But then he meets Clank, a defective robot and is thrown into an adventure to save the galaxy, just like he always dreamed.  

Thoughts:
Like I said in the intro, I love these games, and seeing where it all started was even better.  The writing is hilarious and well done, with the characters each having a colorful personality and even when I'm supposed to hate them I love them.  These games honestly feel like playing a Pixar movie as a video game.

The guns are a great touch.  There's so many of them and they're so interesting in their variety.  Especially the groovitron and the sheepinator.  It keeps the game entertaining and it's hilarious to plan how to take down enemies with a disco ball.  Above all, my absolute favorite is Mr Zurkon, a snarky little gun that helps fire at your enemies and says amazing taglines like "Death is too stupid for Mr Zurkon."  I really do love that stupid little gun.

This game also tosses in a new dynamic as the entire story is told by Captain Quark.  He acts as your epic narrator and your tutorial guide.  Listen to his dramatic tales and you'll catch how to play the game and use certain items, even where to go next.  It's an interesting new way to handle a tutorial without it being obnoxious or completely taking you out of the game by saying something like "To jump, press X."

I don't really have any complaints about the game, save for one.  Playing and beating the game is relatively organic, with leveling up working as you go and minimal grinding.  However the final boss was severely weighted and near impossible to fight with our normal weapons.  She was actually forced to back and grind through most of the game to level up her guns enough to fight him.  While I don't mind grinding, that seemed a bit out of place, even for a final boss, due to how unbalanced it was.  Though, once we'd leveled up all the guns, he went down pretty quickly.

How Much I Played:
None.  Not this time, it was more fun to watch and my wifey was having so much fun that I didn't want to interrupt her.  I'd rather just laugh at the great writing and look at all the beautiful colorful graphics.

Grade:
Loved it.  It also reminded me that I want to see the rest of these games!

Cosplay?
Nope, not for this one.  Though, maybe I should sketch out a Ratchet dress...

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

We'll be at AfreakCON this weekend! - Minnesota

Convention alert!

This weekend (Aug 6-7th) we'll be at AfreakCON!


It's a new convention in town!

For the location and more information, check out their Facebook Page!  Briana will be a guest!

Hope to see you guys there, please stop by the table or catch us in the hallway, we always love to say hi and spend time with people.  

 

See you there!!

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

We're at Anime Iowa this weekend!!



Convention alert!

This weekend (July 29th - 31st) we'll be at Anime Iowa!



No map this time, but we won't be hard to find.  We'll have Brichibi's new Rainbow Brite dress on Saturday and we'll be premiering my matching Patty O'Green!

Not to mention a new print!!

Hope to see you guys there, please stop by the table or catch us in the hallway, we always love to say hi and spend time with people.  

 

See you there!!

Thursday, July 14, 2016

I Can't Imagine

I’m sitting here, in front of my computer, looking over at my partner of almost fifteen years, and I can’t imagine what’s going on inside her head.  A man was shot not two miles from our house and now she’s sitting, reading another insensitive, insulting, social media post about how people are being violent and not approaching the situation correctly, just because they dared to voice that they deserve the right to live.  

I can’t imagine the pain in her mind when it’s someone she knows, a close friend making such a post.  I can’t imagine the struggle to make words move from her brain to her fingers to reply, yet again, that they don’t understand.  I can’t imagine the sadness when she sees another article, another post, another news clip broadcasting her pain for the world to see.  I can’t image her utter anger at how people can dismiss her because she might wear a hoodie, might linger at the makeup counter, might have natural beautiful hair, might dare to breathe air too close for comfort.  I can’t imagine the amount of pain due to something as stupid as a pigment in her skin, something she can’t hide or cover because it will always be there.

I can’t imagine growing up, being told that your people were once slaves, less than human, and that moment when she realized that movements and protests and assassinations that happened when her parents were children seem to have changed nothing.  I can’t imagine seeing the endless parade of faces and names of men and women killed for the color of their skin and the creeping dread that one day she might know one of those faces.  I can’t imagine the sadness when, once again, those names and faces are forgotten by the media, because there’s another happier and less depressing story to be told.

I can’t imagine the sheer frustration and need to scream when yet another person claims she isn’t doing enough.  That she isn’t protesting correctly.  That she isn’t acting in the ‘correct way’ to protect and save her people.  I can’t imagine what it’s like to have a stranger, or a friend, insist they know the simple answer to decades of protesting: “Why don’t you just do this?” as if all of those things haven’t been tried before.  I can’t imagine the pain of knowing that person doesn’t really want to help - they just want the inconveniences to stop interrupting their privileged and happy world.

I can’t imagine falling asleep at night, in bed, listening to sounds outside the window and wondering if it’s a firecracker or a gunshot.  I can’t imagine hearing that police siren passing by and wondering if another face will show up on the news and another man will walk away with no consequence.  I can’t imagine her knowing that when she wakes up, there will be more posts, more memes, more people not understanding that her life is and continues to be a sad and painful hell because of the color of her skin.

I can’t imagine because I am white.

And if I can’t imagine, what can I even do?

I can stop.  I can listen.

I can understand that even though I am a female and I am not christian and I am gay that I will never understand what it is like to be hated for something I can’t closet or deny.  I can see that she was raised in this world, from the beginning, knowing that there will always be people, strangers, police officers, politicians who will hate her because her skin is darker than theirs.  I can acknowledge that when the media stops paying attention, when the bodies are buried and when the protests die down there is still this deep pain that makes her want to stop and cry because she knows it will happen again.  

I can step back. I can be a platform for her voice, share her words and her replies because they are so much more powerful than anything I could ever say.  I can stop my friends and family from saying hateful things and yell “Listen to her!” because she and her people have been silenced and ignored and brushed to the side for too long.  I can share articles with facts, showing the pain and the misery so that the world doesn’t forget their names and doesn’t forget that there are so many people they’ve pushed away who deserve the right to just exist without fear of dying.

I can be silent.  When she breaks down and cries, or yells in frustration, I can close my mouth and realize that I can’t fix this problem.  I can’t hand her a band-aid or a pill or a hug that will stop the festering, painful, cancer growing in our society.  I can understand that she doesn’t need a quick fix, doesn’t need to be told it will be ok, and doesn’t need a vacation.  I can accept the reality that this won’t end until she’s accepted and it’s going to be a long road until then.  I can assure her that I’m here and that I, unlike the faceless hating hoard around her, don’t hate her and I can show that fact by supporting her.

I can accept that I can’t imagine her pain and I don't need to.

I will never be able to imagine what she is going through. I will never be able to offer that magical solution that will solve it in a night and make her life better.  That’s not what she needs.  I don’t need to understand what she is going through to be a decent human being and see her pain.  I just need to be next to her, beside her and support her and join her in the simple statement that her life matters.  

I can step away from the hatred, the denial, the cure-alls and realize that we - as a world - are not ok. That the world needs to change.  And that the hatred, the denial and especially the killing needs to stop.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Book Review: The Morgan Kingsley Series by Jenna Black


Generally I'd do a single book review, as I just finished this one, but as it's the end of the series and I haven't reviewed the rest of the series I decided to tackle it as a whole. (Plus I missed a blog entry last week, oops!)

Book 1

Summary:
Welcome to the world of Morgan Kingsley, exorcist extraordinaire.  It's not much different from our modern world, really, except for one specific thing: in Morgan's world, you can be possessed by demons.

In fact, demon possession is a way of life.  It's fought over by people and the government much like gay rights (with religious groups on either side to boot) and the whole of society is learning to live with their new 'reality'.  On this stage, Morgan is an exorcist, brought in to exorcise demons when they've overstayed their welcome in their human hosts.  You can imagine she has very specific feelings about whose side she's on.

The problem is that Morgan now has a demon inside of her, and not just any demon: he's the king of them all.  She doesn't want him, but she can't get rid of him, not when there's a war going on over leadership in the Demon Realm and her world will be affected by the outcome.  Her life just got a lot more complicated.

Review:
Book 2
I have been a lover of urban fantasy for a long time and I'll admit that when I'm not sure what to read next, this is the genre I immediately look to.  It's not the sex with other worldly creatures, really, it's the world and the creativity that's scattered about.  It takes a lot to make these stories believable in our world and I love it when authors can manage this.

With Morgan Kingsley's world, Jenna Black has done just that.  She's created a believable world and very interesting characters that I loved coming back to. Specifically her side characters caught me in the first book and I found myself wishing they were the main focus.  Not that Morgan herself is bad, but the side characters are also more interesting then usual.

Book 3
The concept of the demons in the world is also super interesting.  With demons, you would expect quite a few religious undertones to fill the book, however the author took another route, and treated it more like the social issues we see in our world, with religious groups taking part, but there's also laws and realistic reactions.  For example, there are people who actually want to be demon hosts, because it gives them the ability to heal and strength, so they can be better at fighting fires, being police and other such service jobs.  And Morgan's religious beliefs are not tied to her ability to exorcise.  It's a route that I wouldn't have immediately thought of and it presented an interesting challenge in that you couldn't assume that all 'demons' were evil, because some genuinely weren't.

I was also a fan of the very distinct culture created for her demons.  As an anthropology major in college, I appreciate the time authors take to build cultures and here is no exception.  There's the standard 'we don't understand humans' but there's also the mention of how our sexuality and gender thoughts don't quite apply when you're not used to having a physical body.  So demons have no issues with homosexuality and monogamy is another sticky issue, especially if someone loves a demon and not the host, or vice versa.  That along with the BDSM threads because demons aren't used to feeling the sensation of pain and therefore some delight in it a bit too much, creates a culture and a world that I would seriously pick up textbooks about in my free time, if that were an option.

Book 4
While I do love all the things above, I did run into an issue, especially toward the end of the series, that the character of Morgan started to grate on me.  She is very steadfast in her 'I hate demons' attitude and this doesn't change throughout the books, even when she's possessed by one and gets to know him very personally.  As the books moved on she struck me as very childish in how she refused to grow as a character.  It wasn't that I wanted her to completely step forward and accept demons all the way, but I did expect her to grow at least a little.  Instead she greets each opportunity at growth with clenched teeth and only in the end of the series does she start to admit that maybe she could change her views.  I like characters who are consistent, but this seemed a bit much and it made it hard to empathize with her at the end because I just wanted to smack her upside the head.  Though, I will admit, it's a great portrayal of those in our world who really will never change their view, no matter what realities they are confronted with.  

My only other issue with the series is specific to the last book: The Devil's Playground.  Unfortunately the series set up a giant demon war and a fight for the throne, and when it came time to play those cards it sputtered and failed.  There was no war, there was no epic battle, instead it all ended with a whimper that, I swear, only lasted five pages. And the wrap up afterwards didn't end a series, it was a rushed summary that left too many open ends for me to be satisfied.  In the last book specifically Morgan feels more like a looking glass to view the situation and doesn't really act, in fact, she's not even allowed to be Lugh's host for the main parts and it almost left me feeling cheated out of what should have been a much better thought out ending to an otherwise impressive series.

Book 5
Overall Rating:
Even with my gripes about the ending and how carelessly it was brought to a halt, I would still recommend this series.  Overall it's worth the read, specifically for the world building and the amazing characters and all the concepts that the author put forward.  And I even added Jenna Black's other series to my wishlist, eager to pick up the next.  I wish more care had been taken with the end, but I can't fault the entire series for it when the trip to that ending was well worth it.  Oh well, that's what fanfiction and my own writer mind are for, and the pile of books sitting near my bed, waiting to be read. I'm slightly disappointed, but still very much a fan.