Oh Boy!
A little something from someone who doesn’t seem to get the idea that comics don’t make society, but reflect it. It’s part of the whole “every snowflake helps add to the blizzard” argument I tend to make when I’m especially tired.
I’m so pleased when he posts. Seriously. It brightens my day.
Furthermore he is asusuming that the experience of “being on the outside” is soemthing only few straight white males have experienced,whereas I would submit that virtually anyone who has ever attended High School has said experience. In point of fact the notion of ebing an “outsider” is universal in the human experience we all fell it from tiem to time,
Yes, folks. Someone giving you a wedgie in high school equates to the systematic racism and sexism that exist in a good deal of western civilization. What a genius.
Bioshock
What did I spend my weekend doing? Well, since I’m a loser, I picked up a cat and then I played Bioshock. Note: the cat did not enjoy the game.
First of all, I don’t scream when I play games. I jump but I don’t scream. Except . . . I might have yelped at one point in this game. But I blame it on my jumpy husband and my ninja cat. Note: never play an unnerving game with a ninja cat in the room. It will jump on you at the worst possible time.
I’m not going to go into a long review about the game. I’ll just say that it’s very pretty, it has a deep storyline (with at least one “OMG!” moment), and it creates a great atmosphere. The story also seems to rely pretty heavily on Christian symbolism and Ayn Rand and the philosophy of Objectivism. Note: Rand’s philosophy = no soul. I’m just saying.
No, the real reason I’m posting this is to let you know that children are creepy.
It doesn’t matter what they show me in the game—corpses, rooms full of corpses, corpses on fire, corpses posed in creepy ways—none of that is creepier than a little girl telling Mr. Bubbles to kill someone.
