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It has been almost five years (well, four-and-a-half) since I’ve even glanced at this blog. Probably harmless, since I don’t have much (or none) of a following. This, of course, suits Thinkerer just fine. He’s not much for publicity.
I haven’t had much luck in meeting Thinkerer for a couple of years. To be honest, I haven’t even looked for him. My life is full of… Well, stuff. Some of it is…
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The Villian Wrangler
Edit: Borrowed from original post on Redit, not original content.
I wonder if, in superhero universes, the villains ever get contacted by those “Make a Wish Foundation” and similar people.
I mean, the heroes do, of course they do, kids who want to meet Spiderman or Superman or get to be carried by the Flash as he runs through Central City for just thirty seconds.
But surely there are also the kids, who because they are kids and sometimes kids are just weird - decide that what they really, really want is to meet a supervillain. Because he’s scary or she’s awesome or that freeze ray is just really, really cool, you know?
Oh, man, that would absolutely be a thing. The heroes would be so weirded out by it. The villains with codes of ethics would totally band together to force the villains without one (should they be the one requested) to do their part for the cause.
But imagine the person who has to track down the villains and organize everything? Like, the first time it happens, no one actually thinks it’s possible, but one of the newbies volunteers to at least try. They get lucky, the kid wants to meet one of the villains who is well known to have a personal code of ethics (eg one of the rogues), and it takes them weeks to track the villain down to this one bar they’ve been seen at a few times, plus a week of staking out said bar, but they finally find them.
So they approach the villain, very politely introduce themselves and explain the situation, finishing with an assurance that, should the villain agree, no law enforcement or heroes will be informed of the meeting. The villain, assuming it’s a joke, laughs in their face.
At this point, the poor volunteer, who has giving up weeks of their time and no small amount of effort to track down this villain, all so a sweet little girl can meet the person who somehow inspired them, well, at this point the employee sees red.
They explode, yelling at this villain about the little girl who, for some unknown reason, absolutely loved them, had a hand-made stuffed toy of them and was inspired by their struggle to keeping fighting her own and wasn’t the villain supposed to have ethics? The entire bar is witness to this big bad villain getting scolded by some bookish nobody a foot shorter than them.
When the volunteer is done. the villain calmly knocks back their drink, grips the volunteer’s shoulder and drags them outside. The bar’s patrons assume that person will never be seen again. The volunteer included. But once they’re outside, the villain apologizes for their assumption, asks for the kid’s details so they can drop by in the near future, not saying when for obvious reasons. They also give the very relieved volunteer a phone number to call if someone asks for them again.
A week later, the little girl’s room is covered in villain merchandise, several expensive and clearly stolen gifts and she is happily clutching a stack of signed polaroids of her and the villain.
The next time a kid asks to meet a villain, guess who gets that assignment?
Tums out, the first villain was quite touched by the experience of meeting their little fan. and word has gotten around. The second villain happily agrees when they realize it’s the same volunteer who asked the other guy. Unfortunately, one of the heroes sees the villain entering the kid’s hospital and obviously assumes the worst. They rush in, ready to drag the villain out, but the volunteer stands in their way. The hero spends live minutes getting scolded for trying to stop the villain from actually doing a good thing and almost mining the kid’s wish. The volunteer gets a reputation among villains as someone who can not only be trusted with personal contact numbers but who will do everything they can to keep law enforcement away during their visits.
The volunteer has a phonebook written in cypher of all the villain’s phone numbers. with asterisks next to the ones to call if any other villains give them trouble.
Around the office, they gain the unofficial job title of The Villain Wrangler. The heroes are genuinely flabbergasted by The Villain Wrangler. At first, some of the heroes try to reason with them.
Heroes: “Can’t you, just, give us their contact details? They’ll never even have to know it was you.”
The Villain Wrangler: “Yeah sure, <rollseyes> because all these evil geniuses could never possibly figure out that it’s me who happens to be the common thread in the sudden mass arrests. Look, man, even if it wouldn’t get me killed, it would disappoint the kids. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the kids would you?”
Heroes: “… no, but…”
The Villain Wrangler: “Exactly.”
Eventually, one of the anti-hero types gets frustrated and decides to take a stand. They kidnap the Villain Wrangler and demand that they give up the contents of the little black book of Villains, or suffer the consequences. lt’s For the Greater Good, the anti-hero insists as they tie the Villain Wrangler to a pillar.
The Villain Wrangler: “You complete idiot, put me back before someone figures out that I’m missing.”
Anti-hero: “…excuse me?”
The Villain Wrangler: “Ugh, do I have to spell this out for you? Do you actually want your secret base to be wiped off the map? With us in it? Sugarsticks, how long has it been? If they get suspicious, they check in, and then if I miss a check-in, they tend to come barging into wherever I am just to prove that they can, even if they figure out that they’re not being threatened by proxy. Suffice to say, Auntie Muriel really regretted throwing my phone into the pool when she strenuously objected to me answering it during family time. If they think for even one moment that I’ve given them up, they won’t hesitate to obliterate both of us from their potential misery. You do know some of the people in my book have like missiles and djinni and elemental forces at their disposal, right?”
Anti-hero: “Wait, what? I thought they trusted you?
The Villain Wrangler: “Trust is such a strong word!”
Villain: “Indeed.”
Anti-hero: “Wait, wha-” <slumps over, dart sticking out of neck>
The Villain Wrangler: “Thanks. I thought they were going to hurt me.“
Villain: “You did well. You kept them distracted, and gave us time to follow your signal.” <cuts Villain Wrangler free>
The Villain Wrangler: <rubbing circulation back into limbs> “Yeah well, you know me, I do whatever I have to. So I’ll see you Wednesday at four at St Martha’s? I’ve got an 8 yo burns unit patient recovering from her latest batch of skin grafts who could really use a pep talk.”
Villain: of course. Yes… I… yes.”
The Villain Wrangler: “I just think you could really reach her, you know?”
Villain: <unconsciously runs fingers over mask> “I… yes, but, what should I say?”
The Villain Wrangler: “Whatever advice you think you could have used the most just after.“
Villain: <hoists Anti-hero over shoulder almost absently> “…yes.”“
The Villain Wrangler wasn’t lying to the Anti-hero. They know that the more ruthless villains would not hesitate if they thought for one second that the Villain Wrangler would betray them. But this is not the first time the Villain Wrangler has gone to extreme lengths to protect their identities. Trust is a strong word. The Villain Wrangler earned it, and is terrified by what it could mean.
Okay but this whole concept actually makes a lot of sense, because villains are a lot more likely to be disfigured/disabled/ use adaptive devices (the ableist tropes), so of course, say, a child amputee is going to be more interested in the villain with a robot arm who almost destroyed New York than the heroes that took him down.
Also, imagine one of the kids gets better, and a few years down the line becomes a villain themselves, except their crimes are things like smuggling chemo drugs across the border for families that can’t afford treatment. or stealing from corrupt businessmen to make donations to underfunded hospitals (idk this turned into a Leverage AU or something) and every time the heroes encounter her, they’re like “oh no. she’s getting away. curses. Welp, nothing we can do.” Though it isn’t that she can ’t take them on; be of course once the villain from way back when found out what she was up to. he started helping/ training her.
“I thought they just hired someone to dress up and pretend to be you,” she says, amazed. when he reveals himself. “I didn’t think they actually got the real you!“
Every year the Villain Wrangler gets a very expensive gift basket from the pair. And for the kids who don’t get better, the villains are there too. They show up to every funeral, they bear too small coffins on their shoulders and the heroes stand aside they are fierce with grieving families assuring them that their child will not be forgotten, and they don’t balk at negative emotions, they don’t tell people to be strong or “celebrate their child’s life,” because these parents have every right to their grief and anger and the lost children are never forgotten. Flowers appear on graves during birthdays and anniversaries, heroes find pictures of those kids and they carefully take them down and ensure they’re delivered to the villain’s cell. A few villains can be seen with friendship bracelets wrapped around their wrists the cops have learned not to try and take them off.
And then one day, one of the evil geniuses who happens to specialize in inducing bizarre genetic mutations meets a young fan who was born with a rare genetic disorder that is slowly killing them, and realizes that they can help.
Another, who created their own exosuit, talks to a young fan and suddenly understands how much the technology that they have built for themselves could revolutionize the quality of life for people with muscular dystrophy, or paraplegia, or other disorders that confine people to wheelchairs with little mobility.
A third thinks of a way that their nanobots could be used to detect and remove cancer cells when their fan, who had been in remission. writes to say that the doctors have found a new metastasizing tumor. Then shortly after. an evil genius specializing in cloning is contacted by an old colleague asking if a suitable heart couldn’t be grown for their young fan with a congenital heart condition who needs a donor.
Suddenly, a pattern of villains offering (and marketing) their insights and resources to improve medical science starts to arise. Many who had previously been operating on society’s fringes are shocked to receive public accolades, research grants and job offers from major companies because of their work.
A grassroots movement arises advocating for imprisoned villains with appropriate qualifications and/or experience to have access to resources to conduct research for the public good. The Second Chance Rehabilitation Project launches.
It is an open secret that only people who have been vetted by the Villain Wrangler are allowed to join because the Villain Wrangler has by now a meticulously set up method and intelligence network to run background checks and character references through ensuring that none of the children wishing to meet their role models get hurt.
Being able to say that one is involved with the Project begins to look really good in parole hearings. The Villains involved perform their own quality checks on one another, because if one of their kids got hurt, then all of their kids could potentially lose out, and the ones that are serious about the Project are not having that. Also, the ability to collaborate with other geniuses is the most interesting thing to happen to most of them since losing to various heroes, and most consider the intellectual stimulation to be worth putting up with the ridiculous egos and inevitable personality clashes that arise.
Reformed Villains come out of the woodwork to advocate about better mental health care, and support systems. Savy universities and private labs quietly take their advice, setting up better mental health supports and laboratory safety standards to prevent the Brain Drain caused by losing their less stable scientists to the Costumes.
The Villain Wrangler watches all of this develop with a smile. Their plan succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
Okay, this part caught my attention: …the Villain Wrangler has by now a meticulously set up method and intelligence network… to ensure that none of the children… gets hurt.” Which led me to the heartbreaking realization that one DID. Get hurt, that is, by the villain they idolized.
And all I can think is that the Villain Wrangler didn’t call in the heroes. They didn’t call in another heart-of-gold villain. No. The Villain Wrangler rolled up their sleeves and went after this person themselves. This project is their baby, after all. If they get the accolades for the successes, they must also shoulder the burden of the failures.
The Villain Wrangler hunts down the villain that crossed the line. Their punishment is swift and horrifying; no hero would have the stomach to mete out justice in such a way, and no villain would have the desire to get quite that much blood on their own hands.
And there’s so much blood.
The Villain Wrangler never forgets. They increase security, increase the hours and background checks, they increase the graveside visits to the child they failed.
Just the one.
But one is one too many.
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Sometimes I think about the future of self driving cars and how everyone I talk to about that future is like “okay but in an emergency we’ll be able to take back manual control, right?” and I usually placate them by saying, yeah, that’s totally how it’ll happen, but actually we’re already seeing the opposite. Cars with “self driving” features like steering and breaking that kick in and take control from the driver if the driver is about to rear end someone or is in a dangerous situation because the truth is computers can think faster and have better reflexes than us and I think about this going into the future and how if the self-driving cars are able to share their data with each other and learn from the driving experiences of every car on the road soon we’ll have cars that are so massively experienced at driving and avoiding accidents and making microsecond decisions and partial degree turns of the wheels and being so damn precise that automobile accidents will be almost unheard of and that’s when we’ll develop the most wasteful hilarious extreme sport in history where a single human driver will go up against an arena of ultra smart self driving cars and just by driving around recklessly try to coral them into crashing into each other and I tell you I would watch that sport all day.
#this didn’t end the way i expected
Peter Joseph on technological unemployment, from this video.
this is making me physically uncomfortable
this is y i generally hate kinksters despite being into all sorts of f*cked up stuff m’self bc they love imposing their gross personal sh*t on strangers
how about you let two people do what they want since it isnt actually effecting you in any way
treating a woman like a literal dog out in public does impact society. GREATLY. contrary to popular belief, we don’t live in a vacuum where our actions have no fucking consequences.
It’s just fucking rude and shitty to bring your kink play into a non-kink friendly public space because then you indirectly make everyone you come across a non-consensual part of whatever you are doing just by them being witness to it. It’s fucked up amateur hour bullshit. Also lol at the ratty-ass dreads on the white dude. Fucking gross.
I’m physically naseuas
Imagine having to explain this to your child? This is so extra and unnecessary
yessssss i get to use this gif.
I’ve told this story before but whateves. When I worked at the pleasure chest a woman came running in one night, very worried and upset because a man who was cross-dressing was chained to the bike rack outside. She wanted me to call the police, but obviously I wanted to check on the guy first. Sure enough he was all in pink, chained to the bike rack. He told me he was perfectly fine. His Master was inside and he was more than happy to wait. Humiliation was a part of their play.
Now I’m kinky as shit, a sub and all. But this fucked me cause as a woman, cross dressing combined with humiliation leaves me feeling some type of way. And then you have the other customers who are being triggered and are genuinely in fear for this man’s safety.
He and his Master probably had a great night, but how many people who didn’t sign up to be a part of their scene went home feeling all fucked up about it? I know I did and frankly to me this most definitely violates the terms of Safe, Sane, Consensual because you are taking away other people’s ability and right to consent. In other words, you should actually keep your kinks to yourself.
Seriously, keep it in the dungeon/bedroom
I was vending at a Chicago convention back in 2010 and a couple was cosplaying what, I’m sure, was their kink fanfiction brought to life. The guy was Lex Luthor, finely dressed. The woman was dressed as Supergirl - covered in make-up to look like she’d been beaten to Hell and back, costume ripped in a lot of strategic places to show as much skin as possible, a collar and chain around her neck. The guy led he around and she kept calling him, “Master Lex,” and begging for mercy, and on. They were living out this fantasy where Lex Luthor beat and enslaved Supergirl, with a lot of implications she was his sex slave from how they were talking, and they went out of their way to not break character.
I have no doubt she consented and was in no real danger at all. It was a cosplay, but also, watching them, obviously their kink. Thing is, NO ONE ELSE there wanted to be a part of this shit. It was just creepy and uncomfortable. And, of course, they chose to do this on Sunday - the day the convention had advertised as Family Day. So that meant the convention was swarming with children.
That’s not being kinky. That’s being a fucking asshole and it’s over the line. Don’t force others to be a part of your kink. If you need an audience to participate, find people who consent to it and are comfortable.
Kink and sex are amazing things. But keep it in the RIGHT SPACES. Do not force people to participate without consent - that includes exhibitionism in inappropriate places. There are plenty of parties/dungeons/etc where you can lead your pet around on a leash to your heart’s content. The mall is not one of those fucking places.
I’m disturbed by how so many of the reactions above exactly echo the reactions we find abhorrent when expressed by people against a same-sex couple or transp person. “I’m uncomfortable. How do I explain that to my children? Keep your sexual stuff at home.” I realize kinky isn’t a sexuality or gender identity, but please do realize how you sound when you shame people based one photo lacking any context.
Respetfully, that’s… not really comparable. Two guys walking around holding hands is about as sexual as a guy and a girl doing it. People who see a gay couple and freak out thinking it’s some perverted sex thing are being ridiculous. I love bdsm and kink but A MAJORITY of it IS about sex and unconventional power dynamics. Gay kids exist. Kinky kids are not allowed around kinky areas because it’s 18+ for a reason. It’s FOR ADULTS. It’s very sexual, even when it isn’t blatantly so. The posted picture is fairly mild for kink and could be explained to kids with a simple “they’re just playing, honey, like when you pretend to be a cat”… but it gets harder when you’re walking around in torn clothing and looking beat up and pleading with Master. I’m sorry, I’d feel the same way if a heterosexual vanilla couple walked around talking about all the blowjobs they’ll do later. Even if they’re not ACTIVELY DOING IT they are still including people around them in their sex life in a way that’s not okay. Consent includes this.
Quite literally, the whole “this is no better that how people react to same sex couples” is equating being gay with being part of a fetish. That is WAY more offensive than people thinking strangers should keep the shit they need to get off in safe spaces, away from UNWILLING, NON-CONSENSUAL participants.
From this video of Alan Alda interviewing Robert Sapolsky.
David Suzuki in this interview about facing the reality of climate change and other environmental issues from Moyers & Company.
Right. So right.
Transcendence
This movie. I can't even. What the fuck? They got so many things right, then screwed it up completely.
Right:
Singularity.
Nanotech.
Quantum computing.
Unlikely:
Mind uploading.
Emotional imperatives.
Wrong:
The Virus. I mean, seriously, a single virus that the AI knew was coming? Especially when they demonstrated that he rewrote and rearranged his own code after the upload. It also wiped out all the systems, not just the AI. Considering that he was benevolent he could have saved all those systems.
Time for one, but not both? Argh.
Nanotech. When the rest of the world didn't have universal self-replicating nanotech, it is basically impervious to everything. Especially crappy kinetic bombardment. Never mind that the materials that can be manufactured via such technology would have been way more difficult to destroy.
Solar panels. With the kind of advancements the AI made I would have hoped to see some change in his energy generation methods. Nothing apparent there.
Computing. He had nanotech, but didn't bother with computronium? There was also no apparent change in his hardware.
Singularity. Didn't happen, apparently. The AI was developmentally challenged. Seriously, he had access to everything ever written about psychology, rearing and fiction and couldn't divine emotional responses or even read them correctly? Bloody idiot writers.
Soul and other metaphysical crap. Seriously. Why?
The entertainment value was greatly reduced by all the crap. I suggest you watch it but turn your neocortex off. Try to forget everything you know about the subject, reduce your cynicism and skepticism levels as much as you can. Then you just might be able to enjoy it.
Is there faith in the next generation?
Very nearly perfect.
Watch this video with Jeremy Rifkin for further details.
David Suzuki in this interview about facing the reality of climate change and other environmental issues from Moyers & Company.
Exactly.
Life, Multiverse and Everything turned 3 today! It means almost nothing, though. I don't write nearly often enough. Perhaps I sould change that...
So let's look back and go over the three years. I've fallen in love (at least twice), I'm now studying to become a registered practical nurse (I graduate in December, hooray!), I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder (the kind with only hypomanias), I've struggled with depression (and sort of won), I'm currently going through tests to find out if I have ADHD. I also recovered from my blackout-seizure which caused some lower back trouble.
I've kept up both playing RPGs and GMing them. I've participated in Pathfinder Society Organized Play both as a GM and as a player. I finally attended Ropecon again (Ropecon turned 20 this year!).
I have had money troubles (which are hopefully behind me now, thanks to YNAB and some extra income from the nurse thingy) but it's been mostly because I've bought some pretty awesome stuff.
I have lost weight (thanks to low carb) and regained it (thanks to ice cream) twice. I've made new friends (school is a pretty good place for that). I have some new skills (school again).
I have managed to write something here. The blog is still alive, which, quite frankly, is a surprise. Let's hope I keep surprising myself.
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Webcomics
I really, really wish more of my favorite webcomic's authors had the mad organizational skills of Howard Tayler. He's the author of Schlock Mercenary, my all-time favorite. And I'm pretty sure there isn't a single day that he's missed posting a strip. Add to this that his comic is updated EVERY day and you get my hero. In addition to his comic he has time for other things too. Like writing stories. I'm amazed.
Now I understand that not all webcomic authors can make a living off their comic and have therefore limited time on their hands for their comic. I'm also absolutely the last person to bitch about deadlines and keeping a regular schedule.
It still annoys me how most author's don't seem to have a buffer of strips. This way you could miss a few sessions of creating new ones and still be able to post on time. It really doesn't sound that hard to do. Also, I hate fillers and dislike guest strips that are sometimes used to fill these gaps.
Now that I'm done with my bitching, here are some of my favorite webcomics. At least on of them is complete (it finished really well). These are in no particular order (except for Schlock Mercenary - did I mention that it's my number one favorite?).
Schlock Mercenary
Questionable Content
Girls with Slingshots
Oglaf (usually not safe for work)
Something Positive
Ozy and Millie
Heavenly Nostrils
Sandra and Woo
Gaia
Skin Horse
Scandinavia and the World
Niels & Gang
Manala Next Door
Humon Comics
Sinfest
xkcd
Menage a 3
Order of the Stick
MegaTokyo
VG Cats
CTRL+ALT+DEL
MegaCynics
Whew. Some of this I haven't read in a while, but I still catch up on them. I also occasionally take a peek at new ones - and some of them eventually rise in appreciation and find them imprinted on my mind and on this list. I might even update the list if I remember.
I broke my fibula
Yay! My first major broken bone. I get to keep a cast on for six weeks. My right leg - the left is fine and is probably going to be a lot stronger than my right one.
So what the fuck happened? I fell. On my side. Twisted my ankle. I thought that was all - perhaps some damage to ligaments or a dislocated joint. Nope. X-ray told a different story. A clean break, as if cut with pruning shears. Pretty high from the ankle too.
I have no idea how it could have happened. I fell on pretty even surface (icy snow-covered parking lot), got up pretty easily and even walked a short distance. I called my friend and she took me to ER. (Thanks a bunch if you happen to be reading this.)
Some practical problems when wearing a cast when you're not supposed to bear any weight on one of your legs. I have forearm crutches.
Moving takes some practice. Longer trips take a lot out of me.
Stairs are a bitch, especially when it's dark (the light in the corridor is timed too short - I live on the third floor).
The locking mechanism of the spikes (on the crutches) is way annoying - it sticks out of them and gets stuck in everything.
It's sort of difficult to carry anything when you need both hands for the crutches. Plate of hot food, for example, is bloody impossible.
Standing is tiring. All weight on one leg is tough for times longer than couple of minutes. Good for balance training, though.
Plenty of other things. These few are what bother me most.
Luckily I have a fairly modern plastic cast. I can take showers, sauna and even swim (although that's going to be a pain with my ankle unable to move).
In two weeks I can start bearing some weight on the leg. Another two weeks and I can bear my whole weight. Two weeks after that I get the cast off - that day will be great. There will be celebrations.
Mates
I came across Nice Guys Do Not Finish Last by Jenna Marbles and Soul Mates by xkcd almost at the same time. Both resonate with me. The Youtube video was pretty nice, and rang true. It was also a bit depressing. You see, I am somewhat of a recluse. I admit that it's mostly my own problem to overcome. Even if that wasn't a case, finding a match would be a challenge. Someone who likes games and hanging out with a small group of friends, dislikes crowds (such as can be found in drinking establishments and public parties), enjoys spending Fridays home watching movies or eating excellent food and is of above-average intelligence. Even if I were to hang out at bars and parties I'd be unlikely to find women such as this there. Finding someone with even some similarities like this is no mean feat and does not mean that there'd be a spark for a great match. I know - I've dated some women who had several of these qualities. I'm still looking for the one with whom I could have a lasting relationship with. I'm in no hurry, though - I intend to live a very, very long time. Still, I think I should develop some qualities that allow me to meet more people. Currently I'm lucky if I form one or two new and lasting relationships per year. So what are the qualities I possess and some of which my counterpart probably should also have? Well, first of all, I love games and playing them. No matter what kind - I play almost anything. The second one is probably my yearning to experience and learn new things. I get bored easily and tolerate boredom ungraciously. Third is my expectation of both intelligence and knowledge (or at least a readiness to learn) of the people around me. I am a certfied Mensa-level intellect and have both an excellent memory and penchant for studying. I also advocate tolerance and have little patience for bigotry and hatred. I gloriously fail to understand jealousy. I admit to being envious of great many things. The list goes on and on - but these are the most important things. The What If by xkcd on the other hand points out there is no single "soul mate" out there - or if there is, it's exceedingly unlikely that I ever lay my eyes on her (or him). As such I tend to dismiss claims of people finding their soul mates with a shrug - I believe you have to work to make a relationship work. There's no magic to it. So what's the point of this ramble? Heck if I know - just pointing out that no matter what you think you know about good relationships you might find out that there's something you're missing or not doing right. It's OK to be wrong - nobody's perfect and there's always room for improvement. And it's unlikely that there's someone that is perfect for you - one has to learn to make compromises.
