vision misaligned

It’s not that I’m a shallow person. The world just looks to me as if it’s shallow.cross

I have no depth perception. When I was born, the gods were doing this “Build a Geek” challenge, and I ended up with severely crossed eyes. To fix this, I went through eye surgery at about 6 years old, where they cut some of the muscles in my left eye to make it less of a bitch to keep up with. The surgery itself was terrifying, but since my dad lied and told me it was laser surgery, I was merely excited at the prospect of “science-ing” my way to betterness.

I woke up half an hour early, as they were lifting me into a wheeled hospital bed to bring me to my room. They had put gauze and some wire mesh cups that felt like tiny sieves over my eyes to keep me from rubbing them, and in my child’s mind, I initially panicked that I now resembled Jeff Goldblum in “The Fly” (in Fly-form, of course). Happily, I still had human eyes somewhere under all that, and after several days of waking up to take pills and squeeze my parents’ hands for reassurance, I no longer suffered double-vision.

To celebrate, the doctors slapped a pair of Coke-bottle-style glasses on my tiny little face, ensuring I maintained my place on the Build-a-Geek ladder. In the same year, a different doctor noted that I walked pigeon-toed, so at the tender age of seven, I was given leg braces. Somehow, the gods knew that Forrest Gump would win six Academy Awards, and hoped to take advantage of the homage.

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d&d gave me nerdic inspiration

My boyfriend runs a campaign for just the two of us. He’s got me running 3 characters, each of which seemingly had their own storyline and partner or party DMPC(s). He’s woven such an awesome story over the past year now and I can finally see a convergence happening in the near future… This whole thing is glorious, and I’m just so blown away by his storytelling.

I’m working on to starting my own campaign with him and my “Canadian dad”… And as a thank-you for all he’s done (and the times he made me cry by killing my Ranger’s brother or stranding my Bard on an island in the middle of what I thought was going to be payoff for her main arch), I ordered some killer metal dice from SkullSplitter.

Now, in my efforts to keep them in good condition and avoid the crazy loudness of rolling metal dice on a wood table, I scoured the interwebs for a good, lined dice tray… But couldn’t find anything cheap, or justifiably pricey (read: special and unique).

Sooooo rather than drop a metric tonne of coin on Elderwood, I made my own. Spent a reasonable amount at Michaels, had a bunch of fun (despite utter inexperience) and am quite pleased with the outcome.

For more pics, click here.

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surprisingly rage-free thoughts on whitewashing

The internet right now is fair teeming with rage on both sides of the upcoming ScarJo cover of legendary anime Ghost in the Shell.
meme credit: @ValerieComplex

I also recently read an article on food gentrification – a phenomenon I’d often noticed but never put a name to – by Sara Peters over at Knowable.

I’ve sat out of the GitS discussion for the most part, waiting for my Filipina Fire to burn itself out enough that I can contribute with as little acidity as possible.

As a lover of movies and a lover of food, I am a lover of stories. Movies tell a story. Food also tells a story, particularly when someone makes the effort of sharing theirs with you.

And I think the most basic thing about whitewashing – whether with movies or food – is the way it corrupts those stories. It takes and proliferates toxic assumptions to a wide audience, whether the level on which it infects that audience is conscious or not.

These assumptions are as follows:

  1. That white people will only find this story about an [Asian / Black / Latino / etc] protagonist interesting / compelling / relevant if we make that protagonist white.
  2. That white people will only care about the character and make an emotional investment if the character is white.
  3. Assumptions 1 and 2 imply that white people feel the same about real-life stories and real-life people.
  4. That if you’re white, you can’t relate to – and don’t have to care about – those “other” people.
  5. That if you’re not white, then you shouldn’t expect white people to relate to or care about you.
  6. That if you’re not white, you can’t ever expect to be the protagonist of any story – not in your work, your community, or your life.

In other words, guys,
Whitewashing is damaging both to the cultures being denied representation, and to the white people who actually do see non-whites as being equally Human.

Growing up in Smallville taught me that yes, there’s plenty of white people who view non-whites as being somehow “less than”.

But spending my late teens and early adulthood in Downtown Vancouver, Kitsilano, East Van, the West End, the Drive, Burnaby, Richmond, and Toronto have taught me that – at least in places where your next-door neighbour lives less than a ten minute walk away and probably isn’t related to you – people in general care about one another.

If you see someone struggling to push the pedestrian button because they’re carrying loads of groceries, you’ll likely also see a complete stranger approach them and save their day (in a small way) by pushing the button for them.

Sure, that story isn’t as exciting as that of a cyber-enhanced soldier devoted to stopping the world’s most dangerous criminals… but it’s one people care about – enough to do something about, even if it’s just small.

So please, Hollywood. Please, big-city food scene. Stop telling people that they’re bigger assholes than they are. Stop telling them they should be bigger assholes than they are.

Because if they start believing you, no good will come of it.


I watched Logan over the weekend. This isn’t a review of the film itself. Rather, it’s a review of how it made me feel.
I held my copy of Origin close that night (but not the individual issues – those are bagged and boarded – I’m not a monster).

As a 90s kid, the X-Men were a huge part of my childhood. My first comic I ever picked up was an issue of Wolverine — at least on One side. Flip it over and you had Ghost Rider. It was cheap, didn’t have the best writing, and showed Wolvie getting nicknamed carcajou – Wolverine – by his unnamed First Nations wife. It had me completely hooked. Over the years, I’ve collected several boxes’ worth of X-titles, trade paperbacks, even a hardcover or two. I’m by no means hardcore, but I’m considerably deeper in than most people would expect outside of the stereotype.

As an IT professional who happens to be in love with a complete dork who at one point even worked for the circus, I may identify most closely to Batgirl/Oracle these days, but that wasn’t always so. As a kid, I wanted to be Jubilee – playing in the arcade and going on adventures with Wolverine, shooting fireworks out of my hands. I loved fireworks.

Logan used to help me tap into my inner bad-ass when I needed to be brave or strong, or stand up to some bully or other.

I got to watch my favourite mutants evolve (heh) in books, multiple animated series, and film… And I’ll always think I’m lucky for the chance to see them come to life the way they have — even if I’ve had to Highlander II a few hours of their run on-screen. (You know which ones.)

This was Hugh Jackman’s last outing as Wolverine – the end of his reign, as the guy who happened to play my favourite character in the very first movie that would kick off an era I’ve enjoyed since high school. A golden age where geeks everywhere could comfortably de-closet, now that the world was sharing (at least to some extent) in their love for these characters.

The necklace I’m wearing is what happened when my coworkers at the comic shop gave me a keychain that broke shortly thereafter. I MacGyver’d this necklace and have worn it faithfully to most of the X-Men movies I’ve watched at the theatre. It gets a little more shoddy every year.

Kind of like the DCEU.

Logan was a great movie.

Go see it.


Groundhog Day Continues

I’ve always been more of a Marvel girl – well, not the Marvel Girl – but a Marvel fan who is also a girl. Still, as much as I’ve followed Marvel Comics forever, having purchased my first Wolverine at the tender age of six, my favourite superhero has always been Batman.

I’ve never been a fan of Justice League, having always found DC’s pantheon to be full of boring characters (especially a Batmanless Superman). Still, I thought that Bat-trickle would be worth it all. I milked the entire series, including Justice League Unlimited for more Batman and in the process, I discovered something I never expected: Batman isn’t the only thing I could ever love in DCI’ll do my best to whiz through my opinions of the buffet of shows I’ve gobbled down in the past month.

I grew up watching Batman: The Animated SeriesBatman/Superman Adventures, that bubblegum adaptation with Adam West, and every last live action Batman flick, with the sole and very pointedly chosen exception of Halle Berry’s Catwoman. Any time a new Batflick is out, I’m on it like Bane on Venom. Under the Red HoodYear OneDark Knight Returns… It was inevitable that I would eventually run out of material that wouldn’t commit me to a new addiction of pouring my money into a comic subscription. Luckily, two of my best buds in Brooklyn know DC much better than I do, and were ready, willing, and eager to point me to some new stuff.

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post mortem: sherlock series 3

Living in Toronto while I work in Miser-auga means my only free time is between 10pm and 6am. This leaves very few non-alcoholic options for spending my time. Thanks to the return of some of my favourite shows, the opinions of the nerds on the internet and the direction of my own tasteful nerd circle, I’ve found a few shows to keep myself entertained.

I must say, it’s been a while since I’ve had this much to watch on a regular basis, and I’ve been mostly pleased.  As promised, I do intend to make my rounds and review those series that have caught my attention. Now, I know it’s a tad late for some of these, but dammit I have an opinion and a keyboard, so you leave me no choice. And don’t make me warn you about spoilers. You’re reading a review posted well after the day of release. Deal with it.

In other news, it’s Groundhog Day. That means that I will repeat this day a number of times until I get it right. That means I will make a different decision each time as to which review I ought to post. That means I will likely be repeating myself a lot, and periodically checking Facebook to see if my friend Joey has posted another status of,  “Phil? Phil Connors???!!!

Ready? Here we go

Take 1 – Sherlock: A Post Mortem
in which i briefly summarize my thoughts on series 3, recall the twistings and turnings of the fanbase, and puke a little in my mouth


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my thoughts on the new lex luthor

So, apparently WB announced the actor cast as Lex Luthor for teh new Batman vs Superman movie.

I hold a firm belief that the conversation prior to this decision went a little something like this:

“Who should we get as Luthor?”
“Oooh what about Bryan Cranston?”
“You know.. Heisenberg! Like in Breaking Bad. Y’know.. Jesse & Heisenberg?”
“Ohhhhh YEAH!” [feigns understanding]

3 days later, this happens:
Meet your new Lex Luthor: Jesse Eisenberg
Oh, and Jeremy Irons is Alfred.
A lot of fans have declared for or against the casting for each major role in this film so far… but I for one will make my decision only when I’ve seen the movie.  ‘Til then, I’ll just huddle in my room with my laptop and devour popcorn while Kevin Conroy and Tim Daly make my geek ears tickle.