April 2012
44 posts
Usually.
Two reasons:
Firstly, I’m terrible at them.
Secondly, takes more explanation.
I was reminded of this by Marie Nixon (ex-Marie Du Santiago of Kenickie) about the coded-language in the first reviews of her current band, the Cornshed Sisters. Specifically, with its link to the piece by Emma Jackson (Ex-Emmy-Kate Montrose of Kenickie) “Classy: Kenickie, Northerness and Femininity”.
(Scroll towards the end of the pdf for Jackson’s piece.)
There’s lots to read in there, but this section reminded me where my particular aversion to Phonetic accents originated from:
“Our northerness was also accentuated in the way our speech was transcribed in newspaper articles. There is a tendency in the music press sometimes to write the speech of people from ‘Oop North’ phonetically - I have never heard anyone say ‘oop’.”
In other words, anyone from the South is written in perfect English and anyone from the North is written as written as an exotic, Neanderthal other. As if someone from London doesn’t have an accent, while someone from Manchester does. And there’s a mass of assumptions in there, none of them pretty.
And that’s why I don’t do it, in a nutshell.
Unless you’re going to write everyone with a splash of phonetics, you’re implying that a number of your characters are so separate from the language everyone else is speaking that you have to bastardise the words to show it.
The exceptions are telling. When I’m working on a pre-existing character who’s always been written with semi-phonetic flourishes, I follow suit. Normally in a relatively minimal fashion, but enough to recognise that I’m playing in the tradition. The second is when I’m explicitly trying to turn someone into the Other, which is really about critiquing that (She in Phonogram 2.2 speaks in a complete mass of gibberish. But she’s just a voice in Marc’s head, and the story is about the way he viewed her, etc.) And thirdly… oh, there’s ways when someone really is completely and utterly unintelligible. I don’t think I’ve written one, but Arseface in Preacher would be a good example of that particular type.
But being a guy with his face shot off is a completely different thing than someone being Glaswegian.
(In passing, Ennis a good example - probably the best in comics - of a writer who pulls off phonetics, because he does it so widely and because he does it so well.)
I play with syntax, slang, structure, whatever - but I consider the words themselves sanctified. It’s the basic level of dignity the characters deserve. And frankly, because it isn’t my strongest card, I sidestep the possibility of just doing a really shit and offensive accent. To me, the rewards are small to negligible and the risk is enormous.
In short: if you’re not really 100% sure you’re hot shit, I’d advise writers to think carefully before going there.
March 2012
38 posts
If this is the state of video game preservation in 2012, 50 years after Spacewar!, we’re in trouble.
I consulted some friends on a research issue last night and ended up answering the question for myself by the time the time I finished posing it. It’s remarkable how often it works that way for me.
Dan Curtis Johnson sent me the attached link, proving once again, I am not Nature’s Most Unique Snowflake. Go figure.
I really have no idea how many people who follow me know me from my previous life as a game critic, so me getting together with my comrades in arms from my old site and doing a podcast on games may surprise some of you. Or maybe it doesn’t.
Either way, it’s here, if you want to hear us all yabber about stuff and things regarding games. Inevitably, involves me talking about Deus Ex and making questionable gags.
My favourite show about board games. Admittedly the only show about boardgames I watch, but that’s neither here nor there. It reduced me to tears of laugter three times and also made me want to spend serious money on games about canada at war. No, really.Oh my GOODNESS! The latest episode of internet sensation Shut Up & Sit Down is all about 2 player games, and it’s definitely not for kids. Watch as Team SU&SD smoke, spit, sneeze and sass their way towards discovering their favourite “dueling” game. Whoah! Did you say there’s five reviews…
Here’s a thing that happens to every creator on Twitter on one Wednesday or another: an incredibly sweet reader who really wants to support you, writes to tell you that they tried to buy your book at their [local comic shop] and it was already sold out! It’s only noon, they say! The shop only opened at 10! Your book must’ve flown off the shelves!
And then the creator, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings, says, “Wow! Thanks for your support — better pre-order the next one!” and then they cry into their coffee. Because, friends, selling out by noon on a Wednesday is not good news. Heck, selling out by Thursday is not good news. That means your book was under-ordered — if it was ordered at all. If the consumer wants the product and we can’t get them the product, our system is broken.
I hate the pre-order thing. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Ten years ago, I was complaining about it on the [Warren Ellis forum] — I’m a shopper. I looooove to shop. I will spend money. But I am not going to buy a pair of shoes that I’m expected to order three months in advance and am not able to try on! And that’s what we’re asking of our readers. It’s the dumbest system. No wonder we have problems! Is there another industry that works like this?
And yet, here I am begging you: if you want to read this comic, please, please oh please, oh please: pre-order it. If you want to see more female-led titles from the mainstream publishers, pre-order this book. If you’re not familiar with how to pre-order, or you’re not sure why it’s so important, check in with me on Twitter @kellysue or on my blog at http://www.kellysue.com — some time in the next couple weeks I’m going to do a step-by-step blog post. Maybe I’ll even do one of those Warren Ellis-style pre-order coupons.” —Kelly Sue DeConnick on the dichotomous folly/urgency of pre-ordering comics, and her new “Captain Marvel” series, in an interview by Albert Ching at Newsarama.com. (via bowtiemoustache)
Happy Ides of March everyone! Instead of stabbing an emperor, why not buy Wolves online at Graphicly for $.99? :D
“Hunted is set in a recognisably British landscape. Its inhabitants are a mockery of the aristocratic country gent and his ecosystem. Robots that ape tea-drinking, poachers that lurk in reed-beds, and red-eyed hounds that patrol the moor: these are the things you will be dealing with as you fight for survival. The game gathers up elements of my favourite things: exploration, AI interaction, survival, robots, hot drinks, and blends them into a rich pixelly pulp. (A “British indie S.T.A.L.K.E.R.” might have been something we said in the design meetings…)”
My good friend Jim Rossignol’s company BIG ROBOT has announced Sir, You Are Being Hunted. Even without the connection, I’d be looking forward to this anyway. It’s exactly the sort of thing I wish came from the Indie scene more. With the connection, it seems that Jim’s making public his half of the conversation which I exposed in my reimagining of Mister Sinister and the forthcoming Manchester Gods in JIM. More like this.
Indie is four people getting together wanting to create something sublime and immortal having had their lives swallowed by pop and needing to do the same, surveying the infinite possibilities and deciding three guitars some drums and some good songs will just about do. Indie is the scornful look from people your brain could eclipse and burn a million times over. Indie is every single transcendent spirit of humanity withered and died to the desire to succeed.
Indie is musical bigotry, political apathy, casual racism. Indie is a popularity contest that hates shallowness. Indie is revenge. Indie is the class weirdo with their own thrown in the sixth form centre. Indie is the dual luxury of the glamour of alienation coupled with party invitations. Indie is sauce over sex, ignorance over intuition, Gene over Gravediggaz, Powder over Pram and if you think that’s petty you weren’t here tonight, this was petty-lite. Indie is utterly wonderful.
” —I’m resisting just posting all of Neil Kulkarni’s 1996-vintage Sleeper review, because there’s too many good one-liners in there. The whole thing’s here, beneath the similarly witheringly wonderful Kula Shaker review.Here’s the story I did for the Art Brut Brilliant! Tragic! comic anthology featuring stories by Bryan O’Malley, Hope Larson, Marc Ellerby and more.
(If it’s too small on your dashboard go to original post to read.)
“It’s the biggest statement of intent so far, really – me saying yes, in this comic I am Russ Meyer. That’s when you laughed, Bruce! That scary laugh of yours! “Sure, we’re Russ Meyer!” you screamed, like a deranged monkey, “We’ve always been Russ Meyer! We have to be Russ Meyer!” Except Russ Meyer would have had a bit more sex in it by page eleven, so I was obviously holding back. Never mind, violence is the new sex anyway.”
I’m highly enjoying Al Ewing’s gonzoid writers commentary for his JENNIFER BLOOD spin-off, the Ninjettes.
I run a Formspring. Just hammered out a response someone asking me what my take on Buffy The Vampire Slayer was, and wrote this. Strikes me as the sort of thing which is Tumblr-able.
*****
Q: thoughts on joss whedon’s buffy the vampire slayer?
A: The TV show?
Every girl I dated since it came out is a fan.
I watched the first episode when it was shown in the UK, recommended it to a couple of friends, and never watched a broadcast episode again. The two friends who I recommended to it followed it religiously. Neither realised I wasn’t watching it until about 2003, and both were horrified that I’d sell them their first wrap of cocaine and then swore off it myself.
The second episode I watched was Once More With Feeling, which I decided to give a try after following some interesting conversations circa then. I got it. I suspect it may be in the very long list of Phonogram influences.
I watched the episodes on a girlfriends VHS tapes as she watched them. Entirely out of order. I think I’ve seen all of Buffy now, but I can’t be entirely sure. I approached it as a fractal.
While I’m not a fan - it’s not one of my texts - I think it’s capital “I” Important in terms of pop culture. I think it’s got a case to be the most important pop fantasy work of the period. It’s both good and influential.
Whedon’s probably the one famous person I’d ask for an autograph if we ever met, because it would mean the world to my wife. I may even get some for my Exs. He was very important to all of them.
The comic?
I haven’t read any of them. I buy them for my wife though.
Lots to love in China Miéville’s portait of London, but this piece of oddness stood out. That’s my city, right there.
Via someone who I forget, but I only actually got around to reading it due to Theremina.
“Buzzcocks did it first. Or at least were the first band that really mattered to my generation who did the unthinkable: Reform. Man, you should’ve heard the Greek Chorus of post punk condemnation. (three more from them later as John Peel used to say). It was a dark day back in 1989 when the news broke as my two skinny basin headed knock kneed pals and I listened to a cassette of the Buzzers ‘Razor Cuts’ bootleg, whilst bemoaning the inevitable besmirching of the ‘Cocks perfectly imperfect legacy - three albums and that run of singles. Remember, by the mid eighties the defunct Buzzcocks (notice I correctly refrain from writing The Buzzcocks. Annoying huh?) were seen as a major influence on The Smiths, The Mary Chain, the burgeoning C86 mob and erm, The Soup Dragons. In short, Buzzcocks (arghh) were close to canonisation. Then they went and blew it by reforming. My we were cross. Buzzcocks have now been reformed for 21 years. Sixteen years longer than when they were originally together.
( … )
In case anyone is wondering (and they’re not) I don’t give a shit how many adverts for car insurance Iggy Pop does, actually I think he should do more. He should advertise more shit. Nestle baby milk, go on Iggy, sell, sell sell. No one can deny Iggy a decent retirement fund. I also don’t give a shit about The Stooges reforming to perform ‘Funhouse’. God knows if one musician deserved a bit of payola it was the late Ron Ashton. What I do give a shit about is Iggy And The Stooges performing ‘Raw Power’ and making out it’s some kind of unloved under-appreciated black sheep of an album whose time has finally come. Give me a break man. When I was a teenager growing up in Portsmouth, every one of the fourteen cool people in that provincial shithole (for those interested I was approximately the third coolest) had a copy of ‘Raw Power’. And this was fucking Portsmouth in 1982. The record was a frigging set text. British punk would not have happened without ‘Raw Power.’ Every cunt knows this, so can we quit making out that it’s a matter of unfinished business.”
” —Late to this two-part piece by Luke Haines about Re-forming Bands, but it’s always good to see him have a little scowl at everything that’s ever lived, ever. (Part one/Part two)The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”
Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:
“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”
The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.
” —Why I Am A Male Feminist (via newwavefeminism)
Men, this is a constant thought. Let this seep in if you’ve never thought about this.
(via beetleginny)
February 2012
42 posts
YG: Hello? Who is this?
R: Hallo? Can you hear me? HALLO?
YG: Who is this? Why is your voice so high-pitched? Is this an elf?
R: Hallo, friend. I just want to say — can you hear me? I know it is hard, but I want to say, the only way your heart will mend is when you learn to love again. Do you understand? You must love again! Find love! It is the only way!
YG: Is this who I think it is? Are you seriously fucking talking to me right now?” —
Via Sarah. What would happen if you Called Your Girlfriend like Call Your Girlfriend advises.
The bit about kissing made me laugh far too hard.