All Star D&D

This might just be my dark, twisted nerd fantasy…but I would love to see an All-Star D&D game played by real A-List celebrities. Who, you might be asking? Well I’ll tell you who!

Vin Diesel – he’s already admitted to having a few funny looking dice in his past. So he was the first one to come to mind. He’d be playing a Barbarian or Fighter for sure.

There are others that I picked just for the cool factor.

Dame Judi Dench – she would have the job of DMing the whole affair. For those of you not familiar with the language, she’d be running and narrating the story of the game. If she’s not available then Morgan Freeman is as good a choice. Hell, let the both take turns.

Alison Brie – after her stent rolling initiative on Community I’d like to see her involved in a proper game. I’m thinking Ranger or Scout for her. 

Next on the roster we have Seth Rogen – the comedic actor would bring some flavor to the group. I’d think he’d be the Bard. That just seems to fit him.

For the role of Rogue we have Samuel L. Jackson. Why? Because he’s bad ass that’s why. I could see him with an eye patch sneaking up and knifing people in the backs.

Every party needs a strong, Paladin. Not really but it’s a game staple. I thought long and hard about this and who better to wear the mantle than Sir Thomas Sean Connery?

To round out this rag tag bunch I would like to see Bill Gates or Willem Dafoe in the role of Necromancer. Of course the he’d have to hide his nature because otherwise the Paladin would murder him.

This will never happen of course because no one wants to watch anyone sit around a table and role dice on a play mat while imagining the action. No one but me. But sometimes my imagination gets the best of me.


Act of Valor: Pre Game

I don’t know what movie these critics saw, but besides lackluster acting at some points there was nothing wrong with Act of Valor. The movie was unashamed of itself, aware of the real world and action packed with *just* enough story to cement it in place.

Fan Fiction On Tape

A few days ago I came across a recorded fan fiction on MP3 being read out loud, much in the same way you would find books on tape in a store. I’ve tried the book on tape thing and it can be good if you’re in a car a lot of the time like me or just want to clean and use your hands while listening to the book. But the thought never occurred to me to record any of my own writing. If it ever did cross my mind for a moment, it was never a fan fic that I thought of.

Now I’m obsessed with giving one of my own the same treatment. I just need to find the right person to read it. When I finally do get it done, I will find some way to post it here. If someone reads this and is interested in being the person to read and record the fic: the applicant needs to be British and a female.

Leave a message on the blog and I will get it.

Present tense

A friend of mine tried to write a story once, it was Final Fantasy fan fiction and he didn’t get far before throwing in the towel. But when he first started I was looking over the whole thing and it was all in present tense. I asked him why he did that and he asked what was wrong with it. I explained that its rare to see a novel or short story in present tense…its just odd.

I was right. I wrote two short pieces in present tense and people seem creeped out and unnerved by them but they can’t seem to notice the tense. It’s good to know that effect is there, but I could never do a whole novel in present tense because it would be too odd and hard. I’m so used to past. It’s nice to know that for something short and experimental, though, present tense has its place.

The Tardis

Notable Writer/Fashionista/Photographer/comic book enthusiast/gamer/Internet Badass, Molly McIsaac has secured herself a TARDIS.

Well I guess, there goes time.


But seriously, look at that thing. I kind of wonder what the story is behind it. Someone put work into it and then just gave it away for free? It’s actually almost the correct size—well except for the bigger on the inside part.

An Archive of our own

There’s a new contender out there in the world of massive online fan fiction databases and for the first time ever, its got something new to bring to the table. I’m only just hearing about An Archive of Our Own, but I like it. Some very noteworthy features are the kudos button, which functions in the same way the “Like” button does.

Even more interesting than that is the ability to save stories in PDF format or MOBI and them port them over to Nooks and Kindles. That right there drew me in. With somewhere around 200,000 archived stories, its still in a beta stage and the culture on the site hasn’t developed to the point that there’s real protocol yet.

But the site offers something Fan does not. It’s still evolving and changing. If the world has taught us anything today, its that being stagnant is like poison. That’s why Barnes & Noble still exists while Borders is dust in the wind. When things refuse to change and adjust to the needs of the people or to just be innovative in a way that moves things forward—someone eventually comes along and dethrones them.

The site works on a system of invites and I’m working on securing mine right now. It also will have a place for Fan Videos and Fan Art, hopefully driving some people away from Deviant Art too because God knows that cesspool needs it.

The one that counts

Read this about one of my favorite Sherlock characters and decided it was best if I placed it up here on the blog for safe keeping.

There is a trend in media for strong women who are outwardly so. They are witty, snarky, toned, and know how to hold a gun. The role model being pushed is that of the ultimate woman. It’s progress – I wouldn’t trade River Song for a hundred people from Hollywood’s past – but there’s a silent repercussion, a fortification of the idea that women have to be twice as accomplished to be considered half as good, to deserve this screen time at all. They are always extraordinary, always the one in a million. Importantly, there’s no variety – only one mould to fit ourselves into. It’s a great mould, yes, but not for everyone – because there is no such thing as a real woman, no one mould that anyone should have to squeeze themselves into if it doesn’t fit.

Molly Hooper is, finally, different. Molly Hooper is kind, thoughtful, always smiling, and intelligent in a way that you don’t really notice until you remember she’s a pathologist. She asks after people and cares about the answers, remembers little details because everything someone says is important. She probably still remembers how Sherlock likes his coffee. Her blog is pink, covered in kittens, and uses Comic Sans. She blunders her way through speaking, has serious foot-in-mouth syndrome, and can’t put on a pair of plastic gloves without making faces. She is one of the strongest women I have ever seen.

She puts up with what can only be described as “total bullshit.” You might say that makes her a bit of a doormat, but for people like Molly (like me), who like kindness and hate conflict, it takes serious guts to call someone on their behaviour and say you’re hurting me. It takes guts to carry that kind of unrequited love and still first and foremost be a friend, to ask what do you need? Molly Hooper makes Sherlock Holmes, a man who can barely articulate anything beyond the scientific, try to be kinder. In the end, Molly isn’t the woman who counts, but the friend.

What’s wrong with us?

I don’t normally watch the Grammys or any award show for that matter. I have a hard time telling which award show awards what kind of award. But I checked it out because a friend of mine, Becca, said it would be kind of funny. I’ll be honest. I missed Chris Brown’s performance. But I saw the reactions that got posted on Buzzfeed. It was confusing, infuriating, scary and disgusting all at once.

I follow Louise Brealey (Molly Hooper from Sherlock) on Twitter and often see her post things about the wrongs being done to women in the UK and Europe. The statistics she put up would be shocking…if I didn’t know anything about the statistics in the US. So I tweeted about the Buzzfeed thing with her name attached to it. She replied back almost instantly (in the middle of a rather embarrassing conversation I was having with my best friend about this man and his fire proof edible foam). This is a picture of the tweet:

Louise Brealey Tweets me

She retweeted this news though and there was a day and a half or so of retweeting that followed which blew my Twitter feed up. In the midst of all of this someone posted this article about the events following Rhianna’s assault. Including this snippet of a quote from the Grammy producers.

“We’re glad to have him back,” said executive producer Ken Ehrlich. “I think people deserve a second chance, you know. If you’ll note, he has not been on the Grammys for the past few years and it may have taken us a while to kind of get over the fact that we were the victim of what happened.”

Yeah, let that soak in a bit. Don’t worry. I’ll wait.

What are we teaching our daughters, sisters, mothers, girlfriends and wives? That its okay to beat the shit out of a woman if you can sell records? That its wrong to stand up in defense of a woman if the person you’re standing up against is popular. Think back on Kanye West. Kanye should be pissed at Chris Brown. Not just because Chris Brown’s a douche bag, but because Kanye caught more shit over taking a microphone out of Taylor Swift’s hands than Chris Brown did for beating a woman, slamming her head into a car window and telling her that he was going to kill her.

I have thought about the angle that people would use to protest that Kanye thing. “Well, Justin, Rhianna’s black and Taylor’s white. Shouldn’t this be more about racism?” Not really. Mel Gibson beat his wife too. They’re both white and she even got blamed a bit for it.

I’m about to get brash. More so than I usually get on this blog. But what the fuck is wrong with us?

Know why they almost cut the funding to breast cancer screenings? I do.

It’s because when you look at how little we value women’s basic right not to get beat up by someone, when you see that other women treat like a joke, its not hard to see how they can think they can treat women like a joke, like nothing. Women won’t make as much in the work place or be seen as equal until society treats them like they have worth. By downplaying what happened to Rhianna or making the Grammys the victim we’re sending a strong message to women out there.

Rape cases go unreported because women often get blamed and put under the microscope when they come forward. And while its true there is the occasional false accusation of rape, there’s false accusations of every type of crime. Insurance fraud, faked robberies, faked kidnappings, even the occasional fake death—but no one stops investigating those things or starts automatically treating every victim like a suspect.

We need to stand up for equality. If you think its odd to hear a man saying something like this, I’m going to throw up one more of Louise Brealey’s quotes:

“I’d like every man who doesn’t call himself a feminist to explain to the women in his life why he doesn’t believe in equality for women.”

In closing I would like to offer up this one last story: Someone on Twitter saw me use Chris Brown’s Twitter name to refer to him and they promptly told me he would see it and get pissed. I responded with a prompt “I wish a nigga would.” I don’t think that word should be race restricted or stricken from existence, nor do I think its appropriate for everyday conversation. Being black myself, I can see why someone would take it more offensive. But if you’re offended by it, just think—all I had to do was say a word to make you offended. Were you this mad when Chris Brown beat the shit out of a woman over a text message?

Young Adult

I’ve decided to give Percy Jackson a try since its not that long and I need something else like that to read to keep busy. A few months back, when I read Hunger Games I was shocked by how I just couldn’t put it down. The book is magnetic. I read tweets from several other people saying they had a similar experience when they picked it up.

Young Adult fiction has seen a boom as of late. And I’m not talking about Twilight—though it was part of it. I’m talking about it being much more ambitious than one would assume from what it’s supposed to be. Books like Looking for Alaska were handled in such a way that it felt like teens talking, which might not always be the kind of thing parents want their kids to see, but it needs to be realized that people talk like that.

I’m usually shocked when someone doesn’t want cursing in a book or complains about slight mentions of sex or violence or even drinking. How does someone who can’t take any of these things live in the real world? The world isn’t censored and as much as people wish they could cut out everything that’s the slightest bit offensive to them, its impossible.

When I finish the book I’ll put my thoughts here. I’ll try and press through the rest of the Hunger Games and put something up about the three books here too. (I’d like to try and finish that before or as the movie hits theaters.)