kaptainvon: A rather characterful owl, with one 'eyebrow' raised, as if to say "what ARE you talking about?" (ORLY?)

I aten't dead.

Here's a thing I wrote for my other blog which may be of interest to some of you. It's written in response to the discourse generated here.

Before you read it, I ask you to bear in mind that it was not written for media-fandom-as-present-on-Dreamwidth. The community for which I wrote this is less invested in questions of privilege, social justice, and the Right Way to Argue on the Internet than the community in which this journal operates. I don't think I consciously wrote it very differently, but you can never tell, and I feel the potential difference should be explicitly stated.

Just sayin'. )
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via [personal profile] evilawyer:

Find the nearest book to you, turn to page 45, and read the first sentence: this describes your sex life in 2012.

"During the next year or two he had turned up fairly often, coming unexpectedly after dusk, and going off in the morning after sunrise."

Well, that seems fairly mundane.
kaptainvon: Small cartoon of the Master from 'Scream of the Shalka'.  Caption: your plastic pal who's fun to be with (Whoviana)
As usual, I got bored halfway through the series, partly because I didn't actually have much to say about the run of semi-decent stories toward the end there (backhanded or what?). What little I do have to string together is strung together here.

The God Complex )

Closing Time )

The Wedding of River Song )
kaptainvon: Small cartoon of the Master from 'Scream of the Shalka'.  Caption: your plastic pal who's fun to be with (Whoviana)
Stop. Stop, right there, before I die laughing.

You're telling me that this was penned by the same bloke who dropped 'Rise of the Cybermen'/'Age of Steel'?

Get out. You're having a laugh.

No, wait, you're serious, aren't you?

Well, he's definitely improved, at any rate.

But you don't come here for nice things, do you? )
kaptainvon: Small cartoon of the Master from 'Scream of the Shalka'.  Caption: your plastic pal who's fun to be with (Whoviana)
A'right, let's get this out of the way: 'Fear Her' with father-son bonding and 'dark fairytale' aesthetics, plus the same fearsome facelessness as 'The Idiot's Lantern' and male bonding as 'The Lodger' with a hint of the unfortunate class tourism Who has been prone to since Ecclestone made his premature exit, and all a little bit predictable to anyone who's been paying attention for the last six years. That said, it played by the usual rules of engagement, with some sort of definable narrative equilibrium, appropriate foreshadowing that could be capitalised on by an audience who spotted it and surprise one that was distracted by the atmosphere, so... not bad. Not unenjoyable. Not great. It was in essence average - in a stronger series than this one has been so far it would just about merit 'mediocre' - which is why, lacking much of substance to say on the story, I'm going to take an unusual tack this week and rabbit on about the aesthetic aspect of what is, after all, not a narrative dumped straight into the forebrain.

The 'dark fairytale' style of the Moffat Years was at first defined by a line in nice iconography; Amy drifting out of the TARDIS door at arm's length, the slightly abandoned-looking house she grew up in, the masked and gowned Liz Ten prowling the streets of Starship UK, the mirror-darkly effect of the Dream Lord's first appearance... it's a very rich scrapbook of images in which 'dark' was understood to mean... well, menacing, uncomfortable, slightly morbid, incongruous and often blackly, inappropriately funny about really arrestingly serious things.

These days, 'dark' appears to be rather more literal, an excuse for blue lens flare, also the characteristic features of 'The Curse of the Black Spot' - other connections between these two include their roots in children's adventure rather than skiffy*, and also their general flatness, predictability, capacity to induce deja vu et hoc genus omne, but I don't want to dwell overly much on that. I hadn't noticed until 'Night Terrors', but the 'fairy-tale', the nuanced symbolic/metaphorical darkness of the previous series seems to be cohabiting uneasily with the kind of gaudiness that produced Mel's car and the entirety of 'A Good Man Goes To War'.

There were odd episodes out on both sides, to be sure: 'Victory of the Daleks', while thriving on bold iconography, drew on a more bombastic, epic and almost pulp-propaganda symbolic vocabulary, while 'The Lodger' is about the extraordinary's incongruity in the everyday rather than the everyday's in the extraordinary. Likewise, 'Night Terrors' and 'The Curse of the Black Spot' are still closer to 'dark fairytale' than they are to the rest of what's been going on this year: even if they're not quite hitting the button right, they have pirates and mermaids and toys coming to life and creepy dark houses where someone's singing and a general sense of being an ordinary person in an extraordinary world, albeit one with very bad lighting and an intrusive score**. 'The Doctor's Wife' sort of bridges the gap - aesthetically, it's full of the oddities that make for 'dark fairytale', but the terms of what the story is actually about are the stuff of skiffy - except that things unexpectedly coming to life feels fairytale.

* - 'skiffy' is here taken to mean a particular kind of mass-market metaplot-driven backstory-fuelled sci-fi which, while concerned with the emotional consequences of technology like what proper science fiction is, is more concerned with authorial cleverness, protagonists looking cool, trope mashing, and fanservice than it is with doing emotional consequences properly. The sort of thing that the modernised Battlestar Galactica was trying like mad to avoid and which Farscape was exemplary of from the start, but managed to get away with by overplaying it so hard and not having any inherited baggage that suggested it could or should be anything else.

** - first response to 'Night Terrors', two minutes in - "Murray, turn it down!"
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Some damage apparently done in the wee hours of the night (between midnight and six a/m).  Apparently minor in comparison.  If it's anywhere south of the Mander Centre, will anybody even notice?  Wolverhampton is used to being disenfranchised, it seems, and handles it better than our neighbour to the east.  Working now - more updates as they emerge, unless someone tells me to stop...

ETA: The top end of Wolverhampton city centre has experienced some savagery, some destruction, and a good deal of theft.  Far side of town from me.   Everyone in Fort Von is safe and sound, and we're watching the skies.
kaptainvon: Photo of me running D&D, wearing what appears to be half a Fourth Doctor costume.  It was very cold in that warehouse. (Default)
Okay, this one for the record:

Wolverhampton, where I live, is according to official sources very quiet. Anything you hear to the contrary is likely to be trigger-happy Twittering. Despite the commendable paranoia of the live commentators, I can report that I  live within earshot of the city centre, just south of Whitmore Reans (where the trouble is allegedly kicking off) and I hear nothing out of the ordinary.  My roleplaying group have just driven home - one across town and three into Whitmore - and all is quiet on the Western Front as of ten thirty post meridian.

However, Birmingham, where I frequently work/research and where several friends live or have business concerns, is in a bit of a state and has been for some time.  There has been looting and some violence but rumours concerning the Children's Hospital are (again, officially) a load of hot air.

In the midst of all this madness, as we slide into Verwirrung, I urge all of you to keep level heads.  Consult all the sources you can find.  Hypothesise, antithesise, synthesise.  Don't panic.

ETA: right, it's midnight and nothing seems to be broken.  Closedown.  Final thoughts.

kaptainvon: Small cartoon of the Master from 'Scream of the Shalka'.  Caption: your plastic pal who's fun to be with (Whoviana)
Been away. Sorry. Other platforms and topics attracted my attention for a while, not least of which were resigning from my teaching job (due to a strange feeling that I was being mismanaged, my abilities applied in completely the wrong direction - although I have no complaints whatsoever about the support I received from my employer, not one, just the underlying problems that led to the support being needed and the apparent refusal to address them), applying at long last for my PhD (interview Friday, wish me luck) and being caught up with the gaming blogging during my e-time.

I'm back now, though; I have some thoughts about current Who that have appeared on LiveJournal - a betrayal for which I apologise - but the site's recent embrace of "you may resume doing what you came here to do when the advertisement has finished" technology has gotten right up my snout and so I'm back to crossposting. Fie on them. FIE.

Causality, the Conservation of Agency, and Moff Tiem So Far.
'The Doctor's Wife' reaction post, which takes in matters of Proper Drama.

If you'd prefer a condensed version, here goes.

"We could go anywhere in the universe, into completely imaginary places full of completely unthinkable people. Instead, we're running up and down the high street and wasting our time on dreary London landmarks."
-- Lawrence Miles, re: state of affairs in 2008.

I'll credit the Moffat era with this; it has managed to take us into more imaginary places full of more unthinkable people. When we have spent time running up and down the high street, it has been in the cause of an introduction story, or a generally good one ('Amy's Choice'), or at least one where the high street in question is in Renaissance Venice.

What it hasn't managed to do is be daring - it has challenged very few assumptions and, by and large, its most enjoyable stories have been the ones where fanfiction plots and tropes invade the series temporarily ('Amy's Choice' again, 'The Doctor's Wife') or the ones which provided a sufficient break from the excesses of the Davies years ('The Big Bang'). Ironically, the closest the series has come to Proper Drama - the sort that forces the critical audience to assess exactly why the text bothered them so much and where the clash of values comes - has been the execrable misanthropy of Mr. Chibnall ('Cold Blood/The Hungry Earth'). 'The Rebel Flesh' and its associate had potential in that line but only if twenty-first century liberal humanism was ported onto characters where it didn't belong, who hadn't been shown as having the hang-ups about the Gangers that would indicate incomplete cultural assimilation of the technology. 'A Good Man Goes To War' was excessive, self-centred, spectacular and constructed to serve the logistical dynamics of broadcasting - in other words, it was a Davies finale, akin to the bait-and-switch of 'The Pandorica Opens' but without the switch of 'The Big Bang' (a huge story full of monsters and big things that turns out to be a small story about huge things with one Dalek). 'A Good Man Goes To War' was a big story about small things. A lot of hot air. Here comes the new boss...

It may be time to upload the Shalka icon again.
kaptainvon: A rather characterful owl, with one 'eyebrow' raised, as if to say "what ARE you talking about?" (ORLY?)


Here's a funny twist: when you shoot someone down, they are likely to be hurt by this.  I know little of these 'rivalry points', admittedly, but if they are what they sound like they are - a mechanic to chart tensions between player character and computer-controlled party members - then in this case they are doing their job.  If a character's romantic advances are rebuffed and said character begins to play it huffy in some way, surely that's... good characterisation?

If the characters of other orientations do not function in a similar manner - advance, rebuff, rivalry point - that's different.  Some people can take being knocked back, and some characters should react 'better' than others to a rebuff - again, that's good characterisation.  If all such level-headed characters are heterosexual, and a token gay character is hypersensitive, that's a Problem.  Either Gaider has constructed the characters as people first and representations second, if at all, and has either not considered the implications of representing x sexuality with y stereotypical trait, or he has considered it and decided it's not worth bothering himself over, or - worst outcome of all - he's perpetrated this representation deliberately.

A few points of order.  Firstly, rumours of the author's death have been greatly exaggerated; an interpretation of a text is only valid if it is in some way based on the content of that text, text which has been selected and crafted by a person.  I like Barthes' writing, compared to that of his poststructural peers, but it's easily overextended to suggest that authorship in some way doesn't happen, and that interpretation is a completely free game.  Such is not the case.  Rest assured, Gaider was thinking something when he decided to have this character behave in that way, and his colleagues were thinking something when they devised the mechanics that surround it.

Secondly, offense, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.  What Gaider intended his work to represent is a factor, but what the offended parties perceive his work to represent, independent of his intentions, is also a factor.  Some interpretations are more valid, more supported by evidence and logic, than others.  I am not sure that this petition-writing person's perspective is taking into account all the evidence; I believe their interpretation to be skewed by that, but I want to discuss the possible invalidity, not dismiss the argument entirely based upon it.

There is a difference between the validity of someone's interpretation, and the validity of their public statements based on it.  Sometimes a public statement is invalid where the interpretation is sound, and personally I feel a healthy dose of SHUT MOUTH SHUT MOUTH SHUT MOUTH SHUT is in order for Straight Male Gamers who feel threatened by anything that, unlike the vast majority of characterisations, representations and narratives in the world, is not For Them.  Privilege is not realising, nor ever having to realise, how good you've got it, after all.

Someone whose predecessors had to fight tooth and nail for the opportunity and status to speak, and not to be considered a moral, social and indeed biological deviant, should not be shouted down by someone whose perspective is reinforced and imposed by the vast weight of majority and societal approval (like me).  Should.  Not.  Ever.  That's not what I'm about here (although, in accordance with the above, it may be what I'm perceived to be about, and for that I sincerely apologise; suggestions for modifications in my tone or perspective are welcome).

What I'm about here is asking whether the objection is valid and whether the petition is going to do more harm than good in the long run.  After all, it wasn't that long ago that you wouldn't have seen overt romance featuring gay male characters in a major computer game produced by a large, successful Western studio at all.  Progress has been made.   What's left is a question of how far it has left to go, and whether Gaider and his peers will be motivated to check their privilege and advance the Cause again.  They should, undoubtedly.  Whether they will or not is another matter.

Calling for someone to be fired because they've done a good thing in a bad way, when their industry by and large wouldn't even try, may not entirely encourage them to try again and do better.  Gaider seems pretty committed to broadening representations in gaming and to improvement in his approach to doing so; it'd be a shame to lose him, ne?
kaptainvon: A series of commonly used academic phases, with translations that indicate the intellectual half-heartedness they hide. (Academia)
We often wonder what it would have been like if 9/11 had never happened — or at least if that plan had not succeeded so perfectly. Then the world would have been very different from what it is now. America might have had a different president (a major possibility), and the Iraq and Afghanistan wars might never have happened (an even greater possibility).

Let’s call the world we actually have now Reality A and the world that we might have had if 9/11 had never happened Reality B. Then we can’t help but notice that the world of Reality B appears to be realer and more rational than the world of Reality A. To put itin different terms, we are living a world that has an even lower level of reality than the unreal world. What can we possibly call this if not “chaos”?

What kind of meaning can fiction have in an age like this? What kind of purpose can it serve? In an age when reality is insufficiently real, how much reality can a fictional story possess?

Original text at the New York Times, via [personal profile] pearwaldorf.

Coming on the heels of another such screed (the author's name, alas, escapes me) discussing the increasing irrelevance of the novel as a tool for social and political commentary (becoming, instead, a tool for primarily personal change), I find myself starting to ask questions about stories.

Have things always been like this? Have we always used narrative to create a reality more ordered, more finite, more comprehensible than the one we live in? Is fiction a means to say the unsayable about non-fiction, or a comfortable refusal to face the world as is, and all its confusion? Are the people who just don't read right somehow, and have those of us who read and over-read stories for a living only just thought our way through to the notion that it's all somehow... bollocks?

Murakami remains optimistic; I remain unconvinced.

As I consider further, I'm reminded of something an absolute ICON of mine said a few years ago (his website is, of course, refusing to co-operate now that I actually want to share something from it), but here goes anyway. Discussing the differences between modernism and post-modernism in a rather lengthy interview of the sort I wish would happen more often in the music press, Andrew Eldritch happened to bring up the topic of sports. His best guess at their continued appeal led to speculation that they're an environment in which the rules are finite and understood, in which the spectator can be an authority; when so much else is out of our hands, knowing that we know how SOMETHING works is better than admitting we don't know how anything works.

It was something like that, anyway.

Makes me take a long, hard look at the continued popularity of games in which the mechanics are limited, the player-spectator can achieve mastery of them and authority over their proper application, and in which enough whinging about perceived imbalances results in a change. The gamer can understand, possibly even influence, the game; the person that gamer is in their other capacities is quite often at the mercy of social forces too large and complex to fathom, and too self-perpetuating and autonomous to govern.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Hail Eris... I suppose.
kaptainvon: Photo of me running D&D, wearing what appears to be half a Fourth Doctor costume.  It was very cold in that warehouse. (Von)
Seriously, I've no idea . It might be because most of my days have either gone "apply for two or three jobs, get bored, play WoW for a bit, get bored, cook tea, go to bed" (good day) or "read blogs, write GAME OVER entry, read webcomics, realise it's six o'clock and write the day off" (bad day). The lady who ran my Back To Work meeting last week wasn't kidding about the malaise of the unemployed.

The weird thing is that I actually have lots of hobby stuff (mini painting, building some terrain with all the stuff I've been hoarding all year, actually doing some of the fandom stuff I committed to when I was working and had no time) to do, and lots of ideas for job searching that might lead somewhere, but no inclination whatsoever to do either these or anything else.

Volunteered to work at one of the local theatres. Maybe having some get-out-of-the-house work to do will shake me up a bit.
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On the good news front: PGCE over and done with, and my essay on canonicity and curriculum design is apparently of publishable quality with a few minor revisions (apparently it needs more post-Marxist meaning-breaking... which I left Proper Academia to avoid. Le sigh.)

On the bad news front: still unemployed, overdrawn again, and my bloody Warcraft account was hacked about six hours after I finally got a character to level 80.

Maybe it's a Sign?
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I have recently been reminded that a) I has a tumblr (http://kaptainvon.tumblr.com, in a startling display of originality) and b) I stopped using it because it's weird and scary and I have no idea how to find people who are actually people and not Internet strangers on it.

So if you are on the Tumblr and I already interact with you on l'Internets, please let me know so I can find you and use you to find people and be less scared? Please?

kaptainvon: A rather characterful owl, with one 'eyebrow' raised, as if to say "what ARE you talking about?" (ORLY?)
I've found a reason to not play World of Warcraft: the part where your real name and access to the about-to-be-relaunched public forums (the forums to which most technical support queries are directed) will shortly be mutually inclusive, thanks to the already-problematic RealID feature. Oh, and did I mention that Activision/Blizzard also want to link their social networking platform with Facebook?

[personal profile] gamera makes the point quite succinctly, but just in case you need more convincing -

(By the way, the following link is to a community containing many over-entitled, over-privileged little specimens who Don't Get It - it is a space which is likely to induce boiling social-justice rage in many Dreamwidth users. Follow with caution.)

- the official WoW US forum thread, containing a loooong list of reasons why real names + MMORPGs = trouble.

The Escapist (previous warning applies, plus) have quite a few threads on the subject.

Blizzard's apparent lack of respect for players who value both their privacy and the opportunities presented by an avatar that doesn't connect to their offline identity - female gamers who use male avatars to ward off the worst behaviour of the player base, trans gamers who use their avatar as an expression of gender/sexual identity, closet gamers who are concerned about the stigma that attaches to gaming*, roleplayers whose sense of immersion rather depends on the identity they assume being as watertight as possible, and any gamer who's at all interested in keeping their personal life free of hackers, trolls and other scrotebags - is enough reason to withdraw my custom.

It's not about how it affects me, it's about how it affects people who aren't me, and whether I really want to support a company that thinks this is an appropriate course of action.

ETA: Blizzard U-turn and decide that actually, mandatory real name RealID on the forums is a bad idea.

In-game, you can turn RealID off via the Parental Controls, and I have done so.

* - I'm thinking less about bosses who refuse to hire gamers (although I'm not going to rule that out as a factor) and more about trouble and strife in the workplace from people whose colleagues disapprove of gaming and, basically, bully them for it.

I hate the word 'bully'. It sounds so trivial and infantile, and makes light of behaviours which are hurtful and problematic outside childhood. Is there a better term? My vocabulary's shorting out this morning.
kaptainvon: Photo of me running D&D, wearing what appears to be half a Fourth Doctor costume.  It was very cold in that warehouse. (Von)
So, having been blathering on about how I don't have much to say for myself these days, I find myself sitting in this armchair of mine, waiting (as I have been for the last thirteen hours) for my World of Warcraft account/computer hardware to let me play the damn Cataclysm beta already, and ruminating on the whole gaming thing (I ruminate quite a lot when I've been eating raisins and drinking tea all afternoon with nothing special to do).

I've been gaming - by which I mean 'playing Nerd Games of the sort that get you laughed at and misinterpreted by the popular kids and at serious risk of turning into Mark Barrowcliffe*' - for fifteen years this month.

Occasionally, when introducing myself to a new gaming community (especially online, where the social mores that usually shut me up by the time I've reached this stage simply don't exist), I find myself establishing my gamer cred, recalling how long it's been, and end up thinking something along the lines of "crikey, I've grown up!" or "man, and to think my nan said I'd give it up before I turned thirteen".

It's weird, really. I've had friendships, career choices, whole personalities, be born and grow old and wither quietly away in that time, and yet I have never quite lost my deep-seated affection for painting little pewter men or sitting down with a bunch of amateur dramatists and pretending to be wizards for four hours a fortnight. There have been times where it's been less of a thing in my life - I used to play PC games a lot more than I do now, and I've given up miniature games for two out of those fifteen years (either because I couldn't afford to maintain the habit, or didn't want to) - but there's been no point where I wouldn't have been easily pegged as a gamer, whilst adamantly refusing to identify as one (I'm a person who plays games and thinks about them quite a lot - it's NOT a lifestyle choice, it's NOT!).

Some of the fastest friendships - in fact, damn near all of them - in my life have either been made or reinfored through miniature and roleplaying games. In the throes of two minor nervous breakdowns, I've still been sitting there cranking out army lists, plot arcs, half-baked fanfiction and increasingly less mediocre paint jobs. I came this close to being half of a gaming couple ([personal profile] hark dabbles in WoW, paints the odd figure and plays Dark Heresy with my regular group, but her involvement seems to be on-again off-again, enthusiastic enough whilst participating but not inclined to think about things between sessions) and still frequently find myself wondering what that would have been like.

I'm not sure if this is going anywhere Deep. Maybe this is a very roundabout way of admitting that I am actually a Gamer, that my hobbies are important enough to me to sometimes jolt my priorities away from adult stuff like "thinking about work" and "paying the rent". Maybe I'm just maudlin 'cause I've been wanting to roll up and playtest a Worgen all bloody day and am watching bars fill up.

(You can argue that Warcraft is basically an exercise in watching bars fill up, but at least it comes with eye candy that's quite impressive, in a cartoonish sort of way, and a decent enough instant messaging program.)

Thinking about it, I've also been doing the World of Warcraft thing for a year, more or less to the day (and still don't quite have a character at level 80, although goodness knows I would have if I could have stopped myself re-rolling quite so bloody often). It started as a kind of experiment - "can twelve million people really be wrong about this?" - and honestly it's become more of a serious pastime, if only because I still haven't gone anything like anywhere or seen anything like everything and it's a rare computer game that can occupy me for nine months (stopped when I first moved down to the south west) and still have some space that I've not explored.

Still trying to get in with the actual roleplaying crowd, which was the original point of the enterprise, but maybe the expansion will present an opportunity there, since nobody will have established personal plotlines or rep involving Worgen (or maybe they'll just write me off as a grubby werewolf-fancying Twilight fan... honestly, werewolves come in for so much bloody flak between that and furrydom that it's a wonder anyone has any enthusiasm for them at all).

Patch is nearly done. Let's go and see if this is (finally) it.

ETA: no, it's not. Blizzard, we need to talk. I understand it's still in development and such, and you did have the courtesy to explain to us iggerant casuals that actually it may just stop working sometimes, but seriously, ten hours of rolling patches and the closest I've got to my wolf is a login screen. I cannot playtest a game which I cannot actually play. My feedback capacity is slightly limited if all I can say is "the blue on the loading bar gives me a headache after the fourth time".

Obviously, my fat privileged arse is hardly inconvenienced by spending a day waiting for something that doesn't even warrant a place on Maslow's hierarchy of needs, and people have to spend fourteen hours walking to their nearest source of clean water. I comment out of wry amusement rather than actual vexation, although the bit about the headache is actually true.

* - who actually strikes me as quite a nice chap, in an ironic kind of way, even if bits of 'The Elfish Gene' touched a few nervy nerves when I first read it a couple of years ago and couldn't imagine walking past a Games Workshop branch and thinking "my god, it's full of nerds".
kaptainvon: Photo of me running D&D, wearing what appears to be half a Fourth Doctor costume.  It was very cold in that warehouse. (Default)
I thought you should all be informed that I am not dead.

I have simply been slightly too busy doing stuff to blog about it (although some of the stuff I've been doing has been gaming, so GAME OVER has still had an update or two).

In particular, I've just about finished my teacher training: handed in my last coursework packet last Friday, and my teaching ends this Friday (although, glutton for punishment that I am, I've already signed up for two days of training in July).

Now I need to find a job.

Been a while since I did that.

Maybe I'll tell y'all about it sometime. Maybe not. I'm going through one of those personal blogging droughts, where I wonder what the point of it all is.
kaptainvon: Small cartoon of the Master from 'Scream of the Shalka'.  Caption: your plastic pal who's fun to be with (Whoviana)
Okay. Watched it, finally.

Short version: fuck you, Chibnall. )


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