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Running some D&D at Dragondaze in September. Really looking forward to it.
Some of my home made D&D toys.
@solarmax21 (i.e. Sean Mother Fucking Schemmel) liked the tribute I made for him :) You can just make out in the bottom corner of the autograph where he wrote “ps thank ya :)”
I’m fangirling pretty hard right now.
He is a very nice guy.
sweet, sweet Tali <3
gaaah it took shitloads of time to make this because of the patterns…
Seriously though, I've never been more disappointed someone didn't have more fanfics up. Reading choices was like, this. This is what I want. This is what I've been waiting for.
Did I post this? I get so few anons I don’t know if I’m doing it right. At any rate, this is awesome and imma keep writing just for you, 1 person.
And for me, please. Keep writing for the two of us. Tah.
Me three, I’d appreciate it 😚
Plus my husband that makes 4 readers. RIGHT. EXCUSE ME INTERNET, I HAVE ANOTHER HACK JOB TO SPEED WRITE.
I also wish to read more
Seriously though, I've never been more disappointed someone didn't have more fanfics up. Reading choices was like, this. This is what I want. This is what I've been waiting for.
Did I post this? I get so few anons I don’t know if I’m doing it right. At any rate, this is awesome and imma keep writing just for you, 1 person.
And for me, please. Keep writing for the two of us. Tah.
Me three, I’d appreciate it 😚
Plus my husband that makes 4 readers. RIGHT. EXCUSE ME INTERNET, I HAVE ANOTHER HACK JOB TO SPEED WRITE.
I also wish to read more
I’m Standing Up
I’m a white, male gamer. And I’m standing up.
I try not to take sides on the internet. As much as I love all that it makes possible—including my work—it can be such a terrible platform for discussing important issues. The tonal and facial cues that make real dialogue possible are stripped away, which, more often than not, simply lead to flame wars and intractability. Yet there are times when I simply need to get on my soapbox and take a stand, because it’s that important. All the more as I’ve become the de facto face of Catalyst Game Labs due to my social media work over the last several years.
I’ve been gaming for thirty-four years; attending cons for twenty-eight years; and working in the industry for twenty years. Beyond my family and my faith, this hobby is my life’s passion. A nerd, a geek, a gamer: I fit into it all and embrace it with wild, public abandon. I’ve met almost every last one of my friends through gaming—including my wife—many of whom I still talk with each month. Not to mention the endless, fantastic people of our community I constantly interact with day-to-day through that social media. It’s hard to even articulate the phenomenal joy this hobby has brought Tara and I (and now my kids as well, as they’ve grown up enmeshed in all of it as well).
So it always pains me when I see this community I love hurting anyone. Cuts me to the bone.
I came across an article over the weekend telling the story of numerous horrifying, painful experiences in a hobby that should have brought the writer as much joy as it does me. And yet there is a vile, vicious pollution whose currents churn our hobby’s underbelly.
(I’m not linking to the article because this isn’t about a single person, but about the numerous posts and articles I’ve read over the years…about the conversations I’ve had…about everyone who gets marginalized.)
I’ll admit that I almost never see such things, so out of sight, out of mind (doesn’t make it right and I’m ashamed of it, but that’s how it’s been in the past). I’ve been exceptionally blessed across those thirty-four years to game with literally hundreds (perhaps even thousands at this point) and it simply doesn’t happen around me. Yet a few times a year I hear or read about it, as is the case of the article I read over the weekend. And of course, in those instance, I’ll re-tweet or post a short comment to spread awareness (did that to some uproar almost a year ago).
Yet this time felt different. It tore at me with a far greater impact than previously. I certainly wish all instances of hearing about these things would pummel at me with such force, but it hasn’t been the case. After a retweet, I usually let it go. So what made this case different? Especially as there’s another, powerfully insidious force at work here.
I’ve seen it happen before and I watched it unfold regarding this article now. “That seems exaggerated.” Such an innocent remark. Especially taken against the context that you do need to be very careful about what you read on the internet. (When I’m checking news sites, even on some of the most trusted sites on the planet I’ll often go to multiple sites to verify events). The problem, as I see it, is that “that seems exaggerated” can lead to “I think the author lied about some of that” to “how can I believe any of it if some of it is a lie?” And taken in the context of “I never see that,” the slippery slope of dismissal has reached the bottom of the hill and the author is either viciously attacked for “compromising her situation,” if not outright lying or perhaps even worse, simply ignored.
Even I’ve felt those tendrils burrowing through my empathy, hollowing out my capacity to believe.
So then I’ve wound back to the question bugging me, especially given the possibilities that its all exaggerated: why have I felt compelled to draft up a giant post and make a public stand? Because of another experience a few months ago.
A woman in the industry that I’ve gotten to know and respect over the last year had just returned from a convention; a con I’ve attended and immensely enjoyed several times. And during a conversation discussing that con, she matter-of-factly tossed out numerous instances of sexual harassment across just the few days of attendance: ugly and incredibly brazen, right out in front of people. Now in each case, she backed the guy off with strength and some choice words; she certainly wasn’t looking to anyone for help, as she can take care of herself. But it was—for me—the stunning juxtaposition of how much she enjoyed the con (and will keep attending)…and oh, yeah, the usual sexual harassment.
Think about that for a moment. “The…usual…sexual…harassment.” I’ve attended well over a hundred conventions all over the world. And I can recall maybe one or two instances of being uncomfortable in all those years. And yet she keeps going to cons year after year with “the…usual…sexual…harassment.” Just like the woman in that article…just like so many women….
Cut…to…the…bone.
All of that made it personal. Exceptionally personal. After all, this wasn’t an anonymous person on the “oh be careful what you read” internet. This was a co-worker. This is someone who in a very short period of time I knew that if she said this happened, then that’s it. No discussion. It happened.
So when I read this latest painful treatise, it wasn’t some abstract: it was this woman I’ve grown to respect; it was all the amazing women who bring so much to our hobby and have to swim through cesspools to do so—Jill Lucas, president of FASA when I started and the best boss I’ve ever known; Sharon Turner-Mulvihill, whom I’ve worked with across numerous companies and who edited all my novels; our amazing demo agents, such as Tina Vo and Amanda Mitro who make attending Gen Con so enjoyable; other industry professionals whose work I respect and enjoy, such as Lisa Stevens, the CEO of Paizo, or the award-winning author Jennifer Brozek, or the award-winning game designer Monica Valentinelli…the list goes on and on.
It was the thought that my daughter is just about at the age where we let my son start to roam the large conventions by himself…and if I let her off the leash, is someone going to grope her; going to snidely joke “old enough to bleed, old enough to breed”; or corner her in an elevator for something even worse…. I have to make the choice of treating her differently than I did my son versus opening her to those deep currents, to be slopped by filth?
In the end, even if the article is exaggerated—even if numerous articles and situations are exaggerated—that is irrelevant to me. Even one instance is unacceptable.
This. Must. Stop.
Do I think my words will make it so? No, unfortunately I don’t. Nor am I some white knight come to provide protection. After all, there’s strength there that dwarfs my own; not sure I’d be willing to keep attending cons if I had to deal with the cesspools at every step.
Instead, by standing up perhaps a few men who uncomfortably looked the other way or stayed quiet when the vile jokes fly might find the courage to stand up as well. And perhaps just an ounce of support might be found when a woman reads this and knows there are men who’ve long worked in this industry that will stand up and publicly shout down such crap from the rooftops. And even if none of that happens, it’s still the right thing to do.
I’ve certainly not been perfect. I can look back across a lifetime of con attendance and gaming and cringe now and then at stupid comments I’ve made. And for that, I publicly apologize to any woman who ever felt as though I didn’t respected her, or made her feel as though she is less valuable as she is to our hobby, community, and industry.
And perhaps for that very same sense, there are men who feel ashamed to stand up. Well shake it off. Do the right thing. Stand up. This will only change if we shine a bright enough light down into those repugnant currents. If we get enough people saying this is not okay we just might push those currents down where they’re too afraid to come out any more.
Now let me be absolutely clear, here: Harassment or bullying of any sort against anyone for any reason—be it gender, race, religion, you name it—is not okay. And if I hear anyone around me gatekeeping with that tired old mantra “you’re not a real gamer,” I’m gonna slap that down. Catalyst employees know this and swiftly take care of any such situations. (If anyone has ever had any issues that were not treated appropriately by one of our employees or Catalyst agents, feel free to email me [email protected] and I’ll immediately follow up). So this filth laps onto far too many. But it seems pretty clear to me over the research I’ve done that women, by a large margin, take the brunt of this hurt.
For anyone that feels even a moment’s regret over any of this, or experiences they’ve had, please spread this post. Plenty of others are doing the same and doing it well. But we need to do it more. I’m adding my voice to theirs to swell the chorus and shine a light on those currents.
And for all those amazing gamers that make the hobby brilliant for millions of people all over the world, thank you!
I’m a white, male gamer. And I’m standing up.
Randall
[Posted with permission of Heather Coleman, Catalyst Game Labs Owner]
Mother Teresa is going to be declared a saint... and she shouldn’t be
I’m not shocked but honestly I’m so disappointed. I’m a girl who grew up in Kolkata, someone who grew up hearing about Mother Teresa and to be honest I hate the fact that the liberal, white, Western media has held this woman as some sort of paragon of virtue. And she really wasn’t. Here are some things she did:
She was so anti-abortion that she actually used her Nobel Peace Prize speech to rail against population control, family planning and abortion.
She supported Indira Gandhi’s declaration on the state of emergency in 1975, saying “People are happier. There are more jobs. There are no strikes.”
She idolised poverty and suffering, stating that she thought it was beautiful that the poor had accepted their lot in life. But when it came to her, she would check herself into expensive clinics, in the West, in order to treat her own illnesses.
She was also associated with and supported corrupt businessmen such as Charles Keating and Robert Maxwell, as well as the dictatorial Duvalier family and Albanian dictator Enver Hoxha.
She encouraged members of her order to secretly baptise dying patients with no regard for their own faiths.
Her public image was super misleading because only a few hundred people are served by even the largest of the homes. In 1998, among the 200 charitable assistance organisations reported to operate in Calcutta, hers wasn’t even ranked among the largest organisations- there were others doing a much better job.
In 1991, a journalist visited the home and described the medical care the patients received as “haphazard” and he observed that sisters, who had no medical knowledge, had to make decisions about patient care, because of the lack of doctors there.
Her order did not distinguish between curable or incurable patients, so that people who could otherwise survive would be at risk of dying from infections and lack of treatment. She herself described her houses as the Houses of the Dying.
She reinforced the popular colonialist image of the white woman giving up her life to save the souls of the “wretched” brown people.
There are more shady things about her but I’m over this beatification of Mother Teresa. I’m over her, and I’m over this constant fawning. Kolkata isn’t the “city where Mother Teresa lived”. It has it’s own identity and Mother Teresa doesn’t, at least in my opinion, deserve this honour that the Catholic Church is bestowing on her.
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I was like “Im not reading all that” and then I saw “thanks for the fucking healthcare” and Im so glad I scrolled back up
why do “daddy doms” always write their about me like “welcome to my own private corner of the internet where all my most private and depraved fantasies will be explored. You’re not ready for the sick playground that is my mind”
like calm down mate it’s just a porn blog it’s 50 pages of boring blowjob gifs and b+w photos of thin white girls bending over
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Remember kids: Pluto is not a planet, WAS never a planet, and any acknowledgement of Pluto as a planet was an error of assumption
Fuckihg fight me right now viva la Pluto
F u c k you it was a clerical error!! The real ninth planet is out there but it’s not Pluto! Stop ruining science!!!!
A clerical error? Oh, no - the truth is far more absurd.
(Hold on, folks - this requires a bit of background.)
In a nutshell, since the late 19th Century, it had been suspected that there was a ninth planet, based on apparent irregularities in the orbit of Uranus. This as-yet-hypothetical planet, whose gravitational influence would have accounted for those irregularities, was termed “Planet X”.
The trouble is, nobody could find the thing, no matter how hard they looked. That seemed to have changed in 1930, when a new moving object was finally detected on the outskirts of the Solar system. When word of this discovery got out, the media declared that Planet X had been found, and the object was subsequently named “Pluto”.
However, there was a problem with the newly dubbed Pluto: its faint albedo and lack of a visible disk suggested that it was much too small to be Planet X. In fact, while school textbooks treated the matter as resolved, the truth of the matter is that we had no idea what Pluto was - we didn’t even know for sure whether it was a planet at all, much less that it was Planet X. Though little reported-on by the mainstream press, the search continued.
It wasn’t until 1992 that data from the Voyager flyby of Neptune revealed that prior estimates of the masses of the outer planets had been slightly out of whack. With the corrections enabled by Voyager, the apparent anomaly in Uranus’ orbit was proven to be a math error: there was no Planet X after all.
So what the hell was Pluto?
Eventually, it was determined that Pluto had less than 0.2% of its initially estimated mass, and that its appearance near the predicted position of Planet X’s orbit was just a bizarre coincidence. In spite of this, it retained its provisional planetary status; it had already captured the public’s imagination, and the fact that Pluto was the only “planet” to have been discovered by an American created enormous political pressure against classifying it as anything else.
This would remain the status quo until the discovery of additional outer-Solar-system objects as large or larger than Pluto in the mid 00s - most notably Eris - forced the classification issue to be resolved.
TL/DR version: Pluto was never uncontroversially classified as a planet in the first place. It just happened to coincidentally be near the orbit of a hypothetical ninth planet that was later proven not to exist, and sort of inherited the planetary status of its phantom sibling on a provisional basis due to a combination of institutional inertia and politics.
(As icing on the cake, at the time of this posting, early 2016, there’s new - albeit controversial - evidence that there really is a mysterious ninth planet lurking out there. Note, however, that this conjecture is based on a completely different set of anomalies from the ones that led to the Planet X hypothesis.)
Choices - Chapter 2
Hit a bit of a writer’s block, so I thought I’d publish chapter 2 of my fic to try to scrape a handful of readers together to kick my butt into writing. May not work. Ahh well. Chapter 2. Have a taster:
The suns burned hot overhead on the newly designated F-485. The small planet had land masses consisting mostly of archipelagos, chains of small to medium sized islands that were dotted across a freshwater ocean, surrounding one large continental mass in the approximate middle. Purging it had been difficult from a logistical standpoint, as the sparse native population had many places to hide on the jungle-heavy islands, and when flushed out had surprisingly explosive techniques. He was disappointed at how easily the small, scaley people died in further combat after being impressed by their disproportionate fire-power. That was the way with some species, they sacrificed offence for defence or vice versa and in doing so lost balance. They’d been called Cerlians, or something similar.
Still, they’d nearly taken out Radditz. On any other mission Vegeta would have laughed all the way back to Freeza’s station at the sight of Radditz pirouetting to avoid near-fatal blasts, his armour tanking the damage when he finally got hit. Not this mission, however. The prince was grim and quick to anger. Both of his squad mates had found him temperamental and aggressive, even moreso than usual, and had decided to avoid him.
As Vegeta stooped to fill his cupped hands with water he was surprised to find that they were shaking. He stared blankly into his unblemished reflection in the water before splashing it over his face. The pool was in a cool, shaded area and was calming to his burning eyes; lack of sleep, or perhaps some alien allergy had left his eyes feeling hot and uncomfortable.
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