Archive for February, 2012

very very quietly

February 22, 2012

I bought Hatoful Boyfriend.  Shhhh.

Not that it means anything.  (It was really cheap.  For a good story, I’ll pay a lot more than that.)

I think I will start playing once I finish up a few of these last stories I’ve got hanging around for no reason.

Also, new terminology:   Otome= maiden.  That’s who I should write like.  And BBL = bad boy love.  That’s what I want.  I mean, in the context of the story.  Yeah.  That’s right.  It’s all about the story.

Oh.  Right.  I might have slipped up and written a fanfic for Hatoful Boyfriend as well.  But it’s teeny-tiny.  It almost doesn’t count.  Not really.  (Especially if doesn’t even have a category for it.)  Shhhh.  Didn’t happen.


A quick way to nowhere

February 21, 2012

I’ve figured out how to become even less popular.  Yes.  My powers astound even me.

Let’s think about it.  How to become even less popular than writing about a non-canon gay couple in a fandom aimed at 12-year-old boys?

Start writing about their parents.  Yes.  Even though it is a heterosexual couple – nothing is less sexy than one’s parents at that stage, right?  Or, really, ever.  Middle-aged couple in humorously hen-pecked relationship=less sexy=less popular.

It’s a good thing I’m not doing it for the popularity.

Still, one notices these things.

And in other notes: watching an episode of Flight of the Conchords where Mel gives Jemaine fanart.  Hilarious.  Except that my art is actually worse-looking than that.  (Hurt Feelings.  I have them.)

Lazy people, hungry children

February 20, 2012

Apple Tart Thingies…

4-pack tube of crescent rolls
1 TBL flour
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1.5 TBL sugar

Peel and core the apple. Chop into small pieces. Mix apple pieces with flour, cinnamon, and sugar. Roll out dough. Place two spoonfuls of apple mixture in the center of each dough triangle. Fold the long end of the triangle over the apples.   Then fold the top of the triangle down to make a rectangle. Crimp shut.

(I have been most successful in having the kids fold/mangle/spindle the dough and then just mash the dough over the apple pieces willy-nilly.)

Bake at 350° F for 12 min or until golden brown.

(Your Big Backyard, Nov 2009, featuring Snow Monkeys)

And you can also do with with bananas.  (Adapt it freely from this recipe, although the original with puff pastry is good too.)

Also, if you’re incredibly lazy, like me, then you can just stick bananas on a chopstick (popsicle stick, whatevs) and freeze.  The kids love them.  Like banana popsicles, but healthy (some people like chocolate or nuts, but remember, I’m incredibly lazy so I don’t do that).

Like a Maiden

February 19, 2012

It’s all A’s fault.

She linked to a gaming thread about Hatoful Boyfriend (which is a Japanese dating simulation based on pigeons – it’s crazy).  Then I read a few other posts about dating simulation games (with people, not birds).  I am unfamiliar with these kinds of games, and going through them was a really interesting experience.  You do all sorts of life things: school, job, activities, while trying to get one of a cast of boys to like you.  The way you win is by getting one to commit to you somehow.  If you lose, I guess you’re Forever Alone.  (So much for being life-like.)  The storylines all end up being the same (in the way all quest games are all the same, it’s the details and characters that make these games stand out).

What is funny to me is the idea, ever present in threads written by gamers is the idea of the adult side of things (ahem), and then English-speaker gamers who like Japanese media, is the idea of the quirks of Japanese pairing rituals, and then by female English-speaking consumers of Japanese media, is the idea of male-male pairings relatively in the mainstream (ish – anyway that market niche is catered to in a way I really haven’t seen catered to in the American market, which frankly, is a shame, but that’s a whole ‘nother post).

Anyway, I am possessed (POSSESSED) of the desire to do a fiction cross-over of Hatoful Boyfriend with Naruto.  Oh, it would make total sense.  Principal Sarutobi, Dr. Orochimaru, the mysterious and unexplainable background conspiracy.  The thing I want to do is to make KakaIru the pairing, but with all the trappings of Japanese high school, however little I have picked up from these dang read-throughs.  It would make sense, right?  All boy’s school, eager young first year meets older student and has to navigate all of these obstacles to gain his attention.

It is unutterably awful.  *smacks self*  But hilarious to think about.

People might give me a lot of guff about not knowing anything about a non-American high school.  Heck, I’ve written about lots of stuff I don’t know about – ninjas, angels, 16th century samurai – the list goes on.  But still, this is the crackiest things ever.

Why do you make me think these crazy things, fandom?

Kid cuteness

February 13, 2012

Feeling a little creatively blocked recently – I’m in the middle of some paperwork and it’s tedious and killing any desire to do something more interesting.  So, I bring you some funny quotes from my children.


Henry: I’m marrying <girl in class>.

W:  Oh yeah?  What do you think it means to marry somebody?

Henry:  It’s when you kiss on the lips.

(Then W manouevers the conversation over to why he and I got married.)

Henry: Why did you marry Uma?

W:  Seemed like a good idea at the time.


J, on her pinky toes:  “They’re my little friends.”


Both my children on pockets/storage:

J used to use her shirts as pockets.  She would just stuff things down them and walk around with blocks and toys and washcloths bouncing around between her body and her shirt.  I’ve found supposedly ‘lost’ items by just untucking her shirt and seeing what the lumps underneath were.

Henry, when he was just a bit older than J is now, figured out that the front of his underpants contained a pocket and he’d stick things in there all the time.  (Yes, that’s right.  A “pocket.”)  So he’d have tissues and things in there.  Pretty funny.

Kick-Ass vs. Scott Pilgrim

February 12, 2012

I just saw the movie “Kick-Ass.”

I sort of agree with Robert Ebert that there are scenes where it is morally reprehensible.  Yet the fannish part of my brain wants it to do well, to be better than it is – and the way it would have gotten past that, I think, is by being really cartoony or by being a cartoon altogether.  (I’m not averse to cartoons for adults in any form, which is perhaps obvious, but probably not very market-savvy.)

I think they used Nicholas Cage well, in that they used him sparingly.  Although if they unleashed him, perhaps it might have moved the movie toward the over-the-topness that a movie based upon a comic book needs.  Anyway, I think he had something to do with the soundtrack (whether or not this is true, I shall believe this because Elvis? is playing in the background of a ‘moment of triumph’ sort of scene).

This is what makes “Scott Pilgrim Saves the World” a better executed movie, I think.  (I saw that ~3 months ago.)  You buy into the premise a little bit better.  Maybe it helps (for an American audience) that it happens in Canada.  It’s self-aware and culturally cognizant, but not as annoying as those American hipsters.  It also helps that the backstories aren’t as grim – maybe the lack of movie-type “real” adults in this movie is good in this regard.

I haven’t read either of the comics the movies are based on, but I can see their origins.  (Maybe it’s like seeing somebody’s underwear.  Depending on the person wearing it, it can be alluring and make one want to see more, or just sort of embarrassing and make one want to have a word with the person about covering up better.)