Fiction and Family

“I found my extra copy of A Torn Page when I was packing,” I told Harold, “I think I might give it to your mom — she was asking me about my work, and a fiction anthology is probably better than insisting I really do write brilliantly on obscure games for unfamiliar publications.”

“Oh, that’s nice, she’ll like that.”

“Except now I’m not sure about it, my story is about a woman cheating on her husband. I don’t want your family to think I’m a terrible person.”

“I gave your parents Screamland.” Harold said.

“So?”

“It does include some monster porn.”

“You win.”

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New York Gaming

While I was in Brooklyn, I went over to the NY Gaming demo at Microsoft, checked out the games my NYC neighbors are building, and wrote it up for Geek Magazine:

New York Gaming tends towards electronic games, so  I was surprised to see an offline game presented. Nika is a boardgame from Joshua Raab and Chris Hernandez. The game is a turn-based strategy game inspired by warfare between Greek city-states. Players build phalanxes, and attempt to conquer their neighbors. The game can be played by 4 players, forming 2 cooperative teams, or by 2 players, each controlling 2 city-states. Nika is greatly influenced by historical battles, but seems well-balanced, giving players of all city-states a good chance at winning, regardless of historical military advantages.  (I’m looking at you, Axis & Allies.)

Nikhil Sinha’s Facebook game Spell or Die blends the familiar mechanics of asynchronous online Scrabble with aggressive attacks, like explosions. If you can’t out-spell your friends, just blow them up!

Via New York Gaming, February Games Demo on  Geek Magazine. (Also on Geek: Five Indie games you shouldn’t miss.)

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North Carolina

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In Chapel Hill, doing a little betatesting for the iOs build of Gemini Rue, and giggling.

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New, Long-Lasting Hold

When I first moved to New York (Well, I was actually moving to Scep and Katie’s study, but now that you know that all my exciting LA adventures involve me staying in the murder hotel, I guess “moving to my friends’ couch” probably isn’t that surprising.), I cut and dyed my hair because I am a chick lit novel cliche.

Once I was actually doing something with my hair, instead of a quick shampoo and a damp ponytail (or a Mountie Bun) every single day, I had to get a hair spray.

This hairspray smells like promise and excitement. It smells like fixing my hair in an airplane bathroom because Figment is picking me up at LAX! It smells like saying I’m a games journalist at the VGAs, SxSW, E3, and GDC, over and over, until it starts to sound true. It smells like climbing out of the window with the guys at Neverdie Studios to take a balcony break. Like getting my morning caramel coffee at the Starbucks downstairs from the first Next Island office. Like going to grab some dinner with Harold, and realizing we were the only ones left, and the waitstaff is trying to put the chairs up and close. Again.  Like wearing sundresses in the fountains in Bed-Stuy, like catching up with the successful adult versions of my high school friends. It smells freaking awesome, is what I’m saying.

Today, while I was packing, I managed to crack the bottle. I don’t know how this happened, since I was carefully packing in an organized way, and definitely not shoving things haphazardly in a box. I cleared up the spill, but now all my boxes for Chapel Hill smell like promise and excitement.

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On Advice

 One of the first books I put on my Kindle was Lori Gottlieb’s Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough, because I’ve seen it quoted quite widely, but I could not bring myself to walk around with a copy of book explaining why a warm body with basic conversational skills is better than dying alone.

One day, while I was in the middle of reading it, I sat down on the subway and pulled out my Kindle to read some more, BUT the Kindle opened to a Star Trek novel, and it’s not me who reads Star Trek novels. Which means that I had taken Harold’s Kindle and left mine at his place, and that if he turns it it on, it will opening to a book about settling for an underwhelming romantic partner.

Sorry, Harold!

I’m really glad I read the entire book because Gottlieb gets quoted pretty frequently, and sentences from this book are taken wildly out of context to make points pretty far from the text. (Her main thesis, as far as I can tell, is that two good people who share interests, enjoy the same lifestyle, and would like to be married should marry each other.) I wouldn’t say I agreed with everything she wrote (Marry a kind, balding bore before they’re all taken and you’re settling for a balding bore with a potbelly and bad breath!) but there was a lot to think about regarding how we choose partners and how relationships work or fail.

I was pretty excited about reading Suzanne Venker’s How to Choose a Husband: And Make Peace With Marriage for the same reasons. (Disclosure #1: Review eARC!) (Disclosure #2: Even with the early copy, Venker’s associated Fox News article, accidentally illustrated with the photo of the lesbian wedding, has stolen all the thunder for this book.)

Choosing a husband is a slightly disingenuous title since the book is more about choosing a sperm donor than about choosing a life partner. How To Choose a Husband was a lot more about how not to have any goals or identity outside of childrearing than about making peace with marriage. Feel dissatisfaction at work? It’s totally NOT because you’d be happier in another field, your boss is a jerk, or women make 74 cents to a man’s dollar. It’s because women are only fulfilled by submitting to their husbands and having babies. Any happiness women take from professional success or work satisfaction is a result of feminist trickery, convincing women that they want to be men.

Most of the book states and restates that any desire felt for babies and home life is woman’s inner nature asserting its proper place, and any desire for any other kind of life, or any conflict about motherhood and other goals, it’s all due to feminist trickery.

Then Venker describes how to act on this wisdom. Don’t spend time with your single friends. Ignore all presentation of relationships in the media — except for the book, of course! Don’t focus so much on a career, and definitely don’t inconvenience your husband for your career, since you’ll be giving that up soon to have babies. Make sure your husband feels like a Man, by agreeing with what he says, deferring to him, and by having sex when he tells you to. (Because all men want sex all the time, and women aren’t particularly interested, apparently.) Parts of the book infuriated me, but overall it was just such a terribly dull and depressing view of womanhood. Subservience to a decision-making husband instead of having a friendship between equals, and devaluing any career or artistic success as a time-filler until motherhood is just too depressing to contemplate.

I wanted to read this book so I would have context when it was quoted, but I think I can sum up the book with this line:

At the moment, the single greatest problem your generation faces is the relentless anti-male/pro-female rhetoric you’re exposed to. It’s inescapable.

Yeah. What can I say to that?

 

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Leaving Brooklyn

I’m back up in Brooklyn, staying in my apartment for the last time before I move to Chapel Hill. North Carolina is still not my favorite place ever (Places I would rather live include the Fire-Swamp and Antarctica), but I’m so excited to be with Harold and start the next part of my life with him!

It’s raining just a little bit tonight, which means I get one more night sleeping under my skylight and listening to the traffic and rain. Which might be my favorite thing in Brooklyn.

Actually, there has been an endless string of my favorite things in Brooklyn. I went to Cafe 232, the Korean coffeeshop on Taaffe, and got my tea and my usual table, and did some work for a while. Harold and I started going here right after they opened. Now I have a Spotify mix of the hipster songs they play there, AND a Pandora station of songs that sound like they could be played here.

I also went to a couple restaurants that I’m really going to miss.  I tried to go to Wally’s but I think they are permanently closed!

A few weeks ago, I got talking with a friend of a friend in Chapel Hill, and she was telling me how she used to live in Bed-Stuy, and asking about some of the places where she spent her time. She’d only been away a few years but most of them were gone or changed, and it was a reminder how dynamic and exciting that neighborhood really is.

Brooklyn has been really good to me, and I’m excited to see what the next stage will be.

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On The Plus Side, The Rooms Are Cheap

Whenever I go to Los Angeles, I stay at the Cecil Hotel. It’s walking distance to the convention center that holds E3 and the Spike VGA, and it’s on a couple of bus lines. I really love the faded old-Hollywood glamour in the rundown lobby, there are gorgeous marble columns and an old-fashioned awning over a once-stylish doorway, even if the rooms are bit dorm-like.  I especially love it because now that I’ve stayed there several times, so it feels like “my” hotel.

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE LIKES MY HOTEL? MURDERERS!

I was reading the news yesterday when I saw a creepy headline about a girl’s body found in the water tank at her hotel. I’m usually a bit of a baby about potentially gross articles, but I had to click because the associated photos were familiar pictures of the Cecil. That story led me to other stories about the Cecil’s history, and then to this Slate article about how to tell if you’re staying in a murder hotel. The author actually suggests Googling “Cecil Hotel” and “serial killers”, and then points out that ONE OF THE RESIDENT SERIAL KILLERS didn’t actually kill his victims in the building. Very reassuring.

By the way, don’t actually Google it, or you’ll find this Guardian article listing the people who’ve committed suicide by jumping out windows in the Cecil.

“My” hotel is apparently notorious for unsolved murders, suicides, and serial killers, but I wrote about how annoying it is that you have to walk down to lobby for good wifi reception.

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Kara Rokblade


I wrote about QuestLord over at Hardcore Droid.

QuestLord, from Eric Kinkead, is an accessible – but not necessarily lite – retro role-playing adventure.  The game opens with the sweet RPG classics. Your character is a human, elf or dwarf, and you set out to save the realm from certain destruction, with nothing more than a basic sword and simple adventurer’s gear. Depending on character choice, players begin with a simple weapon or a single spell but all characters soon improve their gear by finding new loot. Players find random drops of armor, weaponry, money, and consumables, all presented as simple icons in that familiar and charming 8-bit style.

QuestLord also offers a quick game option, in which players can choose one of three pre-generated characters for a shortened adventure. One of these playable characters is Kara Rokblade. Kara’s as retro cute as the rest of the game, with solid starting stats, and she’s a stocky dwarf in full armor, not a busty hourglass in a battle bikini. I was so delighted to see a female PC in logical armor.

Read the full QuestLord review at Hardcore Droid.

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And This Is Crazy

Sometimes, Harold sings songs to me. My favourite is when he’s singing a Star Trek theme, and I almost recognize it and ask which one it is, and he sings the name of the show into the theme music.  (Actually, he started doing this at Next Island, before we started dating, to crack me up when I had deadline stress.)

He’ll also sing songs and change some of the words.

Harold: Hi baby
You can blog about the subway song if you want to.
Meg: Oh, that’s right!
I forget the details, can you sing it again?
Harold: I like driving in cars
though it limits visiting bars
and OH by the way
the G train sucks
it is for the ducks
Tell me about service delays!
MTA I just met you and this is crazy
but it takes less time
to walk there maybe
Harold: that – I think – is the subway song
Meg: No, I think it goes
“Hey! There’s never parking!
And you all drive crazy!
This is a subway.
Let’s build one maybe!”
Harold: You can blog about both

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Lost, Revisited

Watching the first season of Lost again is like looking at photos of an old boyfriend. Everyone’s so young! Such great memories! So many laughs! I loved it so much! But… what the heck happened at the end?

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