My magic shiny balls are better than yours - Tactical Ninja
Aug. 29th, 2014
10:28 am - My magic shiny balls are better than yours
This is Fuckolt. He is a blue-spotted jaguar with a bellybutton who is another in a great tradition of naming my cuddly toys* after mispronounced philosophers. He was given to me by sympathetic friends when Dr Wheel made his first overseas pilgrimage (that was 18 months in Hong Kong), and it's become a Thing I Do when he's away to share my bed with Fuckolt.
Lately, Fuckolt has been joining me for my morning stretches. Every day I start the day with a bunch of core engagement exercises (which really help my back), followed by stretches and lying up against the wall in straddle while I do a bunch of geography flash cards**. As you can see, Fuckolt is more flexible than me. I have to do about an hour of warming up and stretching before I can split. Bendy little bastard.
They are UV glitter acrylic contact juggling balls. I am not that flash at contact juggling, but they are not intended for juggling. Instead they will be part of a lighting effect for my latest costume. Y'see, Saarebas use a particularly nasty spell that starts as balls of light in their hands, thus:
These balls correspond to a larger single one that grows beside you, filled with arcs like yesterday's tesla coil, until it explodes and kills anyone near it. Awesome.
Here's the costume so far:
There's really only the final coat on the cuffs to go, but I wanted to make it so it looks cool in photos and I can do something fancy on stage at Armageddon. So grist invented a switch that turns on when I flick my wrists all magicky like, and I'm making a bank of UV LEDs for each hand that will fit inside a pair of fingerless gloves. One of these in each hand refracted through the UV-reactive glitter balls, and it should produce a fair approximation of the Saarebas hand-electricity thing.
Wow, that was a long-winded explanation of why I have two shiny balls... that are not quite the same, damnit. I guess that's what you get for buying them 2 years apart.
Meanwhile, as a gamer of over 30 years I have absolutely no doubt of the level of antipathy against women in much of the gaming community. Used to be it was mostly by erasure (back in the 80s), but I have to say that back then it was nowhere near as bad as it is now. I blame the anonymity of the internet allowing the lowest common denominator to have equal voice with those who actually have something useful to say. I'm aware of the power of vocal minorities (how else could anyone claim that the PM won last night's leaders' debate, hmm?), and that the majority of men in gaming are probably not misogynistic arseholes.
The irony of course, is that when any woman dares to point out that gaming is still quite problematic for women, and that the industry itself tends to pander to a straight male audience, those very misogynistic arseholes turn out en masse to show these uppity women that misogyny doesn't exist in gaming - usually by making misogynistic slurs, rape threats and the like.
Anita Sarkeesian, often a target for her series of videos entitled Tropes vs Women in Video Games, has had to go into hiding after threats to her family from a particularly nasty stalker coinciding with the release of her latest video. I've watched all the videos in the series and while I don't agree with everything she says, she has a lot of valid points. And I am speaking with the authority of having been a woman gamer for longer than a lot of the trolls that threaten her have even been alive. But apparently, according to people who never experience sexism in video games, it doesn't exist and the way to make sure everyone knows this is to threaten any woman who dares say it does.
Proving you're not a pack of misogynistic arseholes - UR DOIN IT RONG.
* I have a substantial collection of cuddly toys. I didn't buy any of them for myself. Go figure.
** Transnistria is a place! It totally is. So is Sint Eustatius, despite some folks' efforts to deny it.