Ok, more accurately, the Gods are toys. In particular, Hermes and Hades, messenger and jail warden of Olympus, respectively, and Inari Kami, the Japanese spirit of foxes and fertility. Oh, and some creepy black clad police and some promo posters thrown in for good measure.
All of these are the work of Fox Box Studio, who make what can really only described as designer action figures. They’re expensive – over $150 for the cheapest – but they do look amazing. I particularly love the use of colour as an accent: understated, yet vibrant.
EDIT: So, it turns out there’s a load of concept art for the God Complex line, including figures that are yet to be made!
Just a short update today. I was on a local radio station on Monday to promote the theatre I belong to. It’s an interesting process; in some ways its a little like being on stage. No one can see you, obviously, but you’re still perfoming. And when they’re not supposed to hear you, you have to sit quiet as a mouse, just like waiting in the wings.
I also showed off some of the accents I can do. If there were any Cockneys, Brummies, Scousers, Scots, Australians, or anyone from the West Country listening, I’m very, very sorry…1
Well, a little bit sorry. My accents are actually pretty good, even if I do say so myself.↩
I’m a little behind on my posting schedule, so the next few posts might be a little on the short side. Today I just really wanted to share this video from The Escapist, which articulates a lot of own views on one of the main problems with nerd/geek culture today.
We geeks do not like to share our toys, particularly with people we don’t feel have earned the privilege of calling themselves geeks or nerds, or whatever. In fact, we can be outright hostile towards newcomers to our fandoms at times.
This has to stop.
Like Bob says, we have an opportunity to make a better world and not repeat the mistakes of the past. But more than that, if we want to see our culture thrive we need to let more people in. Inbreeding is just as bad an idea culturally as it is biologically. We think of ourselves as being smarter than the average bear; now is a great time for us to prove it.
EDIT: I realise this post is ateensy bit broken. I will fix it when the Escapist uploads the video to YouTube next week.
EDIT 2: Ok, it’s mostly fixed now. I’ll still go for the YouTube version when I can though.
I am known for always having my phone with me. I’m probably also known for checking it every five minutes, but my friends are seemingly too pilot to tell me I’m being rude. I get everything through my phone. Calls, obviously, although they are few and far between, but also texts, emails, Facebook messages, Twitter updates, and more. I’m also a serial Googler, having became utterly incapable of saying “I don’t know” about anything.
But here’s the thing. I don’t just love my phone because of what it can do. I love it because of what it represents.
My phone is the Future.
That’s future with a capital F. It extends beyond simple telecommunications. It’s the future in the way that Star Trek or Buck Rogers is the future. My first mobile, which I got more than a decade ago, had a tiny monochrome screen and a flip down front. The most exciting things about it were that it had Tetris on it and you could compose your own ringtones. That was it.
Today, I have carry a device that can do everything my first phone could do, plus take pictures, pictures I can then edit and crop, then upload to the internet, all from the same device. Then I can get directions to a bar or club, look up a map, and listen to music on the way. In fact, I could have typed this post on my phone. I didn’t, but I could have.
My mobile represents a little piece of the sci-fi future that I’ve always dreamed about. I can’t wait to see what the actual future holds in store.
I really like this image by artist Jack Hunter. Not because I like Sesame Street, although I do, but because it’s another step towards proper equality in the western world. It’s also quite clever and rather adorable, two qualities that go a long way with me.
It’s the cover of the most recent issue of the New Yorker and a nod towards the US Supreme Court decision this week regarding the Defense of Marriage Act, or Doma. In brief, Doma was a law that codified marriage in the USA as the union between a man and a woman. This meant that same sex couples were denied certain rights and privileges afforded to heterosexual couples. It also meant that in states that didn’t allow same sex marriage weren’t required to recognise the marriages of couples who had been married in states that did.
Now, as I understand it, that second part is still in effect. Two guys can be as married as they like in Massachusetts, but North Carolina doesn’t have to take any notice, for example. However, with section three now ruled unconstitutional by the narrowest of margins – 5-4 – same sex couples get treated the same as different sex couples at a federal level, which applies to things like taxes and social security.
I do not benefit from this in any way. This does not really affect me in any way. And yet, it still makes me very happy. I cannot begin to imagine how this feel for the thousands of American couples who are one step closer to having their love honoured and acknowledged.
I wasn’t planning on talking about politics today1, but then George Osborne forced my hand 2 by announcing another round of spending cuts for 2015-16 to the tune of £11.5 billion.
The economy is often talked about like it was a plant, with rhetoric about “green shoots” of recovery and the like. But while there are occasions where pruning a plant is appropriate, hacking away year after a year and expecting the plant to grow just seems crazy. The data that the plan is based on has been proven to be wrong and the IMF has advised Osborne that he should be investing, not cutting.
This is obviously a big oversimplification, but it’s not unfair to say that Osborne has failed as Chancellor. The economy is not growing anywhere near the levels he predicted. I, for one, am not surprised. He has doggedly pursued a policy of austerity, ignoring all evidence that it isn’t working.
What’s worse is that its the people who can afford it the least who will suffer the most. I don’t think Osborne realises that the one thing that that poor people have in common, their defining feature, if you will, is that they don’t have a lot of money. It continues to boggle my mind that a man who has forced the poorest people to choose between food and heat after slashing their benefits has the gall to say that we’re somehow all in this together. 3
On the upside, the Intelligence Services budget is going up by 3.4%. There’s no money to support students4, but we can apparently afford more spies!
Seriously, I wasn’t. I was going to talk about racism. I am just that cheerful.↩
Ok, that might be a little dramatic, but he has pissed me off.↩
A tax cut for the highest earners is a bit of a kick in the teeth as well. Make loads of money? Here’s an extra £100,000 a year (on average).↩
Student Maintenance grants are frozen due to cuts to the Department of Business’ budget↩
Sometimes blogging is easy: Yesterday’s post took hardly any time to write. Other times, like today, blogging is hard. Some days, inspiration strikes and you can bash out a post in an hour or two. Other days, like today, you wrack your brain for something to write.
I was going to make a list of pretty keys, complete with pictures, for reasons I shall explain later, but I couldn’t find any I like. Then I was going to to make a list of things that make you feel stupid as an adult, but other than forgetting your keys – which is what inspired the key post1 – and maybe forgetting someone’s name at the moment you need to make introductions, my mind was blank. What makes me feel stupid tends not to be quite specialised. I tend to feel stupid when I can’t remember the chemical symbol for rubidium (Rb, if you’re curious. It’s sometimes used to make purple fireworks), which as embarrassing experiences go, is hardly universal.
So instead, you get this: a meta post talking about how hard it is to write a blog post. This was surprisingly easy though, which makes it even more meta.
To make matters worse, I was dropping off 500 calendars and had to get someone to come out and let me in. 500 calendars are heavier than you’d think…↩
So Star Trek. We need to have a talk. You know I love you and everything, but – how do I put this? – you’re kind of racist.
Star Trek is filled with what can only be described as monocultures: whole species where everyone subscribes to the same beliefs. All Klingons are warriors, for example, all Vulcans are logical, all Ferengi are obsessed with profit, and so on and so on. I can pretty much ignore how unrealistic this societal homogeneity is. Yes, it’s a little jarring that every Romulan seems to have the same set of priorities, when even getting four people to agree on a pizza topping is nearly impossible, let alone get an entire species to agree on a belief system. But Star Trek isn’t really about realism; it’s about ideas and ideals and it tends to paint with a fairly broad brush.
However, this setup leads to some pretty ropey statements. Every time Spock chides McCoy for some emotional outburst, that’s basically racism. Similarly, when McCoy gives Spock grief for his logic and green blood (the blood thing comes up surprisingly often), that’s racism too. It’s like the Enterprise’s mission was actually “to seek out new life and new civilisations (and then to make up a stereotype which will apply to every member of that civilisation)”. There’s even a scene in Voyager – seen below – where Harry Kim says that he was warned about the Ferengi at the Academy, which suggests colossal institutional racism.
(Sorry about the poor quality of the video. It’s the only one I could find.)
Obviously, what’s supposed to be funny about that particular scene is watching Quark act offended, when we the audience know he’s running a scam. The warnings Harry received are entirely legitimate, but by mentioning them he gave Quark an opportunity to fleece him out of more money.
It doesn’t seem weird when you’re watching the show because in that world all Vulcans are cold and logical and all Ferengi are greedy and devious, but if you swap about these made-up races with real ethnic groups you can see how bad those comments really are. Imagine if Harry Kim had said something like “we were warned about Jews at the Academy”. Scam or not, he’d pretty much have ended his Starfleet career before it began.
It’s almost funny that a show that is so progressive in so many ways – the original series had one of the first multiracial kisses ever shown on television and the casts have always been pretty diverse – would have such a blindspot for these kind of messages. It isn’t going to make me stop watching Star Trek; I think its positive messages outweigh any inadvertent racist undertones. However, I think it’s definitely worth being aware of and keeping in mind when we watch Star Trek or any other sci-fi/fantasy shows.
I love walking through crowds. Well, I love walking quickly through crowds.
There’s something about breaking step with everyone else and surging forward, slipping through the gaps and spaces left as people amble along. The gaps are always there, as long as the crowd isn’t too densely packed. If it is, then you’re out of luck and all you can do is plod along at the same pace as everyone else, but get just the right mix and you’re away.
Maybe it’s a silly thing, but it gives me a thrill to be going just that little bit faster than everyone else, to get to where I’m going just that little bit quicker. It’s a strange thing: you can only do it in a crowd, but at the same time, you can only do it by yourself – like cognitive dissonance turned into an exercise.