Posts Tagged: writing

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  • Question: I'm working on a script for a comic I'm creating. My cast is primarily female and I'm worried I have too many women. When you're writing CM (since your cast is largely female) do you ever think, "there should be a guy in here somewhere?" And if so, what do you do? I'm really comfortable writing women, and I love my characters... I see no need for anymore men in the story at this time, but I'm afraid it won't appeal to a large enough audience. 3 prominent women to 1 supporting male? Too much? - notfadeaway
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    wilwheaton:

    kellysue:

    >too many women

    I’m sorry, I don’t know what those words mean in that order. 

    >do you ever think, “there should be a guy in here somewhere?”

    No. 

    >I see no need for anymore men in the story at this time, but I’m afraid it won’t appeal to a large enough audience.

    STOP IT. 

    You’re trying to sell a thing you haven’t even written yet.  Write the story you would write if you were just going to put it in a drawer.  

    Write the story you want to read. 

    "You’re trying to sell a thing you haven’t even written yet. Write the story you would write if you were just going to put it in a drawer.

    "Write the story you want to read. "

    I think that, at some point, all of us who write forget this, and I’m so grateful to Kelly Sue for reminding us.

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A Catalogue of Imaginary Girlfriends

draqul:

Yeah no I only got this list of lesbian daydreams published on my favourite website, no big deal, I won’t ritually eviscerate you if you don’t spread it around.

"16. The ghost of girlfriend future (masturbation)"

Brilliant.

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bison2winquote:

- The waiter and a younger Geese Howard in the “good” ending, The Art of Fighting 2 (SNK)

I have got to track down the person (persons?) who localized SNK games. Every decision is one I would never have made.

(via bison2winquote)

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specialbored:

You know you font it.

SHELLVETICA wins this so hard, at least until some enterprising youth tells me what’s written in WingDings.

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You’ve put up with me typing brief missives onto the Internet all year long, now you can help me pick the Tweet of the Year! I’ve combed through the archives to pick my favorite tweet of each month of 2013; you can use Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, email, whatever, to cast your vote. The winner will be announced on January 7th is January’s tweet, which means I spent the entirety of 2013 in a slow decline. Wonderful.

BONUS: one random voter will be selected for a prize to be determined later (value<$10/1000 yen)
EDIT: the drawing is over, the winner has been notified. I’ll do this again next year!

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e-zekiel:

filharmagic:

deersatan:

I STILL CANT BELIEVE  THE LONGEST PIECE OF LITERATURE EVER IS A SUPER SMASH BROS BRAWL FANFICTION

it’s longer than war and peace and les mis combined, plus two pride and prejudices.

it trumps the world record for longest piece of literature by over two million words.

well shit

Funny, if you asked me what the longest thing ever written is, my first guess would be “Is it fan fiction?”

(via rare-basement)

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Indistinguishable From Magic: Shaming, Social Media, and the Impact of Online Power

laurahudson:

Yesterday I posted an op-ed at Wired called “Why You Should Think Twice Before Shaming Someone on Social Media,” about considering the power of your online voice before you shame or call someone out online. One of the examples I used was Adria Richards, a prominent tech developer who…

(click the title above to read Laura’s complete post)

I’m not a very big fish in the Internet realm. I’m also a straight white male, which means my hate mail is typically limited to “you are a bad writer” and that’s that. So I find value in things like Public Shaming because it offers me perspective on how bad things can get online.

Would I attempt to “shame” someone who tried to hurt or threaten me? I…I don’t know. The temptation would be strong. Perhaps I’d try to make light of it?

I recall last year’s incident where the “Gaijin Gulag” guy wrote an impossibly long blog post calling out people who had criticized him online. Even though I had never directly contacted him, I had tweeted about his situation and left comments on blog posts discussing his tale of being deported. This was enough to make his shit list, so he included me in his diatribe.

I only merited a paragraph or so in his rant, and in the grand scheme of things it was petty. But I responded because I didn’t appreciate the way he labeled me a bully when all I did was question his story, one which grew increasingly dubious as detailed emerged.

Still, I look back on that and similar mass-outrage incidents and I wonder if I, by calling him out as others did online, became a bully simply because we outnumbered him. He was, by all accounts, a lone nut; a guy who spat at anyone who dared to engage him on any level. It became a spectacle. I wondered what he was going to say or do next. I couldn’t WAIT to point and laugh at him.

That’s not good.

Do I owe him an apology? Probably not, he was (and perhaps still is, just not on Twitter) an irascible jerk to everyone and anyone. If he were to show an inkling of remorse I’d consider it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t reflect on my behavior and consider how to handle the next (inevitable?) confrontation.

The Internet is a funny place. It allows us to instantly contact huge crowds of faceless people. I’ve been blogging for nine years, Tweeting for five, Tumbling for three. Beyond the audience that I know, there are thousands who see my words reblogged or retweeted. In those instances, strangers will see my face and name next to words I’ve written and they will use that information to form an opinion about me.

Do I want that opinion to be based on an insult of another person?

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servobob:

In case you didn’t know, I’ve been writing bimonthly comedy articles for Something Awful since the earliest days of 2006, and I used to keep a somewhat updated index of this content over at my old LiveJournal. Since I haven’t regularly updated that thing since 2009 — give or take — it seemed like a good idea to move this listing to Tumblr. Enjoy!

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Bob writes really clever, fun stuff all the time. I’m grateful he made a list like this as it gives me an opportunity to sit down and actually catch up.

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It’s been the one story on my mind all day and I can’t shake it: 1UP.com is shutting down.

The outpouring of grief on Twitter and Facebook has been cathartic; I’m glad I’m not the only one upset about a website’s closing. If you’ll indulge me, I have a few things to say about it.

When I started reading up on games again after a long absence, 1UP was the first site to win me over with personalities. Other blogs had a voice, for sure, and writers I followed, but only 1UP felt like an entire enterprise created solely for my benefit.

Part of its appeal was its compartmentalization: dedicated blogs, podcasts, even videos devoted to each genre of gaming. Unlike other gaming websites, I wasn’t stuck sifting through garbage to find topics I cared about. For Christ’s sake, there was an entire arm of 1UP devoted to old games. If it had Pizza and Star Trek sections I would have never read another website ever.

But it wasn’t just the niche content that captivated me, it was the family atmosphere. Writers appeared on multiple sections of the site, displaying a breadth of gaming knowledge that made me jealous. Some were just so insightful and humorous I didn’t care what software they were actually discussing. Case in point: the Games for Windows podcast was fascinating and fun despite the fact that none of the games they discussed were available to me (my computer is old and weak).

Thanks to Twitter, I managed to correspond to a few of my favorite personalities which only increased my connection to the site. When I found myself at the 2009 Tokyo Game Show writing for Chris Kohler (not a 1UP employee but a regular Retronauts host), it was a surreal experience to stand in a room with people I only knew as words on a screen or voices in my ear. Yet everyone I met was gracious and happy to talk to a guy essentially crashing their party.

Things took a turn for the unexpected in 2010 when 1UP actually hired me as a news correspondent. Suddenly I wasn’t just some guy leaving comments, I was a writer for the site (and getting paid for it)! For four months I came home from my day job and typed up stories based on Japanese sources, posting them early morning EST for American readers. It wasn’t quite the position I wanted - sharing my opinions on the games themselves - but considering I had barely a year of professional experiences under my belt I was thrilled.

Alas, it didn’t last. At the end of 2010 cuts to the freelance budget meant my position was no longer required. However, I went out on a high note by turning in first-hand stories on a series of events: the unveiling of the Nintendo 3DS in Tokyo, a major arcade expo, and an interview with Keiji Inafune. I may have been physically removed from the staff, but when my tenure was over I felt like I had earned my place among them. In fact, at one point my 3DS coverage took up nearly the entire front page of 1UP. It was incredible.

In the two years since then, 1UP has been beset with layoffs that shrank the already-depleted staff down to a few dedicated scribes. At its heart Jeremy Parish remained, and as long as he was there I always hoped the site would find a way to keep going. With yesterday’s news, it would seem their supply of continues has run out.

As I remarked on Twitter when I heard the news of the closure, the end of a website isn’t the same as the end of a person’s life, but in the case of 1UP it sure feels like it. I’ve tried to remain positive, knowing that the contributors I looked up to will eventually find more work, but the fact is there are no other websites like 1UP anymore. There will be sites covering new games and old games and sites with clever podcasts and amusing videos, but no one site will have them all. That idea is dead, dead as any idea can be. Hence my sadness.

So long, 1UP. Thanks for the years of informative entertainment and a few months of supplementary income. I’ll miss the former way more than the latter.

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5 years.

On August 1st, 2007, I first set foot in my apartment in Kawanishi, Hyogo, having just endured two days of useless orientation in Tokyo. August 1st was the day I signed my contract of employment and my lease. August 1st was my first day of living in Japan as an adult.

You can’t know what’s in store for you when you move to a foreign country. It doesn’t matter that I came to Japan twice before: once as a tourist, once as a student. When you come here to work, you’re on your own. No university liason, no dormitory full of peers, no safety net. And while I was older than the typical JET (30 going on 31) and had a loving fiancee eager to help me, it didn’t take long before I felt overwhelmed by my unfamiliar surroundings.

Looking back on that summer now, it occurs to me that having Mako in my life was both a fantastic aid and a difficult burden to live with. Fantastic, of course, because we love each other and she (and her family, who have been wonderfully supportive since I met them) did everything in her power to ease me into my new environment.

The difficult part was that by having Mako help me so thoroughly, it became very easy for me to settle into life in my apartment away from everyone else. I didn’t have any JET coworkers or neighbors, I only encountered them in passing on the trains occasionally. My incentive to reach out and make friends was neutralized by my relationship.

It’s not that I regret spending so much time with Mako in that first year, it’s just that once I started pushing myself to go out and meet people in public I found it changed me for the better. Life on JET is pretty solitary. Unless you miraculously break through and befriend (as in, see socially outside of work) your Japanese coworkers, you’re stuck pining for friends and family back “home” who you never see.

On that note, I cannot stress how magical the era of Facebook has been to me as an expat. None of the people close to me in the US fully embraced social networking as I have, but even the occasional message or “like” has reminded me of all the good times we had. And it’s fun to see glimpses of their new lives - couples getting married, children born, new jobs, even everyday stuff like lunch in a familiar place makes me smile.

The truth is no one ever tells you a friendship is over, unless you’re a huge dick who insults people and even then I think they just stop calling you back. It’s not that I don’t have friends “back home” anymore, it’s that “home” has moved. Five years into my new life, Japan is home now.

I still miss my friends from the US but the reality is they’ve moved on. Our frames of reference have drifted apart. We can still connect over memories and maybe the next time I’m in the States, we’ll have a party and that will be fun. But my closest friends, the ones I talk to about anything and everything, they’re the ones I’ve met  in these past five years.

Here’s where things get complicated: this is the season of transition for JETs. I said goodbye to many wonderful people in the last few weeks, people with whom I had this shared Japanese experience for years, people who are now going “home” to someplace far away. I wasn’t close to all of them but it hurts to see so many of them leave.

I’ve been down this road before. Friends met in elementary school, friends met in high school, friends met over summer vacation, friends met at the movies, friends met at the post office (there were a couple!), friends met in college…all of them came and went.

After five years on JET, it’s only now that I’m really aware that my new friends I’ve met in Japan are going away too. Some will stay, of course, but most will not.

What do I do now? I suppose the only thing to do is keep pushing myself to make new friends. Keep going out to parties, keep writing, keep forcing myself to never settle for the ridiculous idea that one can have “enough” friends.

After 1827 days of living in Japan, I look forward to whatever may happen today or tomorrow, because I have no idea what’s next. I cant wait to see it.