New Age Comics

Comics have become a big fad recently, especially with the release of comic book films such as X-Men, The Avengers, and The Dark Knight Series. We see new characterizations of beloved characters that have become much more modern. We now have a muslim Ms. Marvel, a black Spiderman and Captain America, and even gay marriage. If you walked into a comic book store, you would see a variety of styles, stories, and genres. Not to say those weren't around before, but it's not just DC, Marvel, and Archie plastered around the walls.

One series example is Saga.

If you haven't read it yet, you're honestly missing out.

Now, I religiously go to the comic book store now to get my copy of this comic. I'm in love with it. Hell, I'm planning to cosplay Alana, the woman with the teal/black hair below. I even made a wallet out of Chapter 15.

It's a wonderful story from the narration of a child about her journey and the war between her parent's species. It's got love, death, and great characters that pulls you in instantly. Even with it's sci-fi themes, it has a very real story.

There are very mature themes but that's what's so great about it. It doesn't censor itself. We see the love between Marko and Alana and the obstacles they confront together. We see their baby grow up slowly (now in her toddler stage) and often given hints to events in the future. I was happy to hear Marko's mother is still alive in the future. However, especially at the recent events in the series, I'm afraid for Alana. There have already been deaths of characters a few issues after their first appearance.

Fiona Staples art is just amazing, as well.

She's even now doing the art for the Archie reboot, which can be seen below. I'm excited to see this new look of Archie in action. If you're interested, it comes out in July.

I proceeded to read She-Hulk to issue #3, because I hadn't been able to get #4. It's a series I've been wanting to read for some time now. I mean, who doesn't love She-Hulk? It was interesting to see her own story unfold as she quits her job and creates her own agency. She deals with cases that still connect to her superhero line of work. We get the woman filing a case against Tony Stark and the son of Doctor Doom, who wants become a citizen of the US and abandon Lazeria. She doesn't want to use her strength but always ends up needing to fight her way to her goal.

Will update this blog post later.

The Modern Hipster

So what exactly is a Hipster?

How do we define them? After a quick search on Google this pops up:

But is this a Hipster? 

Technically, yes. However, it's our modern view on a stereotype. If you search Jock, Goth, or Nerd, you will see stereotypical views of these types of people. We see them as an artsy mix of different groups. They are ahead of the game in fashion, movies, music, etc. They just always seem to like something "before it was cool" or "you've probably never heard of it". They've honestly become a joke.

Here's a song to get you into the mindset of a Hipster: The Electric Guest - This Head I Hold

Or How About Vampire Weekend - Ya Hey ?

Below is a visualization on the modern Hipster. Notice that I keep saying modern.

The thing is... A lot of people could be considered a Hipster. It doesn't just mean you dress like a Lumberjack or love Vintage things. No. It is a melting pot. There are such things as Hipster-Jocks, Hipster-Goths, etc. 

Rants and Writings

There's things that really piss me off. The sounds people make when they chew, slow drivers, rain. But nothing get's me more than those who don't offer help when you need it most. When you actually reach out to someone believing you can trust them, only to have them turn their back to you. That phrase they say keeps being told to you repeatedly that it begins to blur and numb you. You don't want to say anything because you fear of hurting them. Of losing a friend when you have so few.

"You do you"

it plays throughout my day. Haunting me. It always feels like a let down and I'm unsure of how to feel about this. They always give a weak laugh after they say it, like they know. Sometimes I say it back rudely. I want to show them that what they say isn't helpful. It's irritating. As someone who has trouble with making decisions and has anxiety attacks often, you not being there when I reach out shows me that no one cares. No one wants to hear your shit. They want to talk about their self and that's all. It's sickening. But I need friends.

This has become a venting ground I guess. Don't think anything wrong of me, it's taking courage to write this, let alone post this. It's just something I need to get off my chest. She's a good person.

It just sucks because I go out of my way to help her. I drive her to places.

It just sucks when she laughs when i'm being serious. Do you not see that i'm getting upset?

It just sucks that I feel she is using me. We went to see a show together. She didn't pay. She hasn't payed for gas but got me cheap dinner. Does that count?

It just sucks when she ignores things I say. Do I speak to soft? But when I don't I get told i'm too loud. But I have to hear everything you say. Is that fair?

It just sucks that I can't be open about it to her face. Instead I reserve myself into a little bubble.

But I love that I keep trying.

I love that I don't give up on my dreams. That I don't hold grudges.

I love that I can get past things. It may take time to heal but it's worth it. I've been hurt by so many "friends" I don't know who to trust anymore.

I love that I care. I care too much but I care. Not a lot can say that.

I love my smile. I don't want it to ever go away. My laugh is always there. I laugh at the smallest jokes and find it beautiful.

People stop to ask my sometimes "Why are you laughing?" In which a laugh always escapes my lips first before I try to say "I don't know."

I remember a lady stopped me on campus. She looked young but was in her 30's I believe. She was looking for an event and stopped me to chat. She seemed really interested in what I had to say about school, life. It was something I cherished, when others would have walked away. She talked to me for a while, wanting to know about me. I was confused. I'm not used to that. She then stopped after a half hour or so and asked me if she could let me in on something. She likes to get to know people and she asked if I would like an assessment of sorts on what she read from me. She said she can tell I really care for people. That I go out of my way for others. That God is watching over me. There was something about my future that I can't fully remember but I do know I was holding back tears. I don't really believe in God as much as I used to but I still consider myself religious in sorts. It was nice to hear this from a stranger who invited me to tell my story in a way. I remember saying that I'm glad she saw that in me, as it was something I was striving to accomplish but never saw in myself. Before she left she asked if I had any pain. I said my shoulder. She then proceeded to pray the pain away. Of course, she asked first. I had been talking to here for about an hour now. I was actually waiting for the friend I was talking about previously. The pain was gone and so was she.

I'm not really intimate though. I'm not the romantic sort. Hell, I hate making out. Sometimes even kissing makes me sick. I don't know what to identify as though.

I call myself Asexual. Am I really?

I just say I don't know, now. It's easier. But when it comes to some people, I willingly open up and say that I am. Normally, they know what it means beforehand and I don't have to tell them what it means and why I feel like it. It's embarrassing at the same time. Everyone around me talks about sex, my roommate goes out of her way to meet people from Tinder or OK Cupid and has sex with them. One night stands. I tried this once... I say once because I want to forget the first time I hooked up with someone after the break-up. It was strange. I don't know what to say really. But I do remember feel awkward. Not being in the mood. Feeling like a piece of wood laying there. Is it weird?

I find safety in video games.

I escape reality to fight monsters, make choices, and love characters who return it. I rather play them all day if I could. As someone who is indecisive in real life, It's a wonder how I can make choices so easily. But sometimes I have to know the outcomes of the choices before choosing. That's what sucks about real life. There is no walkthrough.

When I get really sad I like to play my games. I've been attached to the Dragon Age series lately. Mainly because I get to create my own character and live another life. I got 2 friends into it. One shelled out over $500 for a PS4 and 2 games. She wanted to "Get into games". Cool. I kept telling her to play the first 2 instead of getting the recent game but her reasoning is "She can look it up. She didn't want to spend the money on 2 more games. She liked the art." I still hound her on it. I wish I stopped her from buying the PS4. I wish I tried harder. She annoys me.

The other was the friend I spoke of in the beginning. She's actually playing the first of the series, thankfully. However, she too made the comment of "I love the art". She wanted to buy an artbook. Me and another friend of hers said not to right now because It would contain spoilers.

She still bought it.

100,000 Kingdoms

For what little I read of the first of a trilogy, It was definitely something I wouldn't finish. It has the same plot as most young adult novels with fancy names. The typical, main female character is thrown into something they don't care for and it seems like everyone is out to get them in one way or another. Examples being how the 2 other heirs are trying to kill her, all the Arani (?) hate her, and the gods want to help her for a price. Then the reason to go to Sky was to figure out her mothers murder. So, at least there's a lot going on in the story... For not getting far, I do wonder if she resolves all the questions it opened.

Then the whole thing with the Nahadoth and how he was chasing her but then kisses her before he "dies" was where I had to draw the line. I even did some research and found out it was originally called "The Sky-God's Lover". So you can already guess what one of the plot points are. As much as I love fantasy, this wasn't my cup of tea. I enjoyed Divergent more than this one, actually. Especially since the main characters always have more to offer in the end because of some connection.

But thinking of it as a young adult reader who is eager to read something with magic, action, and romance, then this is a good read. It's like fanfiction, where it's just a guilty pleasure that young readers can enjoy. It's not bad, in fact it is written better than most young adult novels I have read. The concept, however, is very cliché no matter how much she dresses it up.

The World of Oz: Slinkle

The task was to create a fictional environment in the world of Oz.

On the border of Winkie Country, between Futterbudget and Tottenhots, is the small town of Slinkle. The town was full of sloths who would sometimes move in ways that seemed like those of a slinkie. They tumbled and rolled in slow motions, almost carefree of the wonders of the other places in Oz. It was small, dull, with houses made of leaves and roads made of wood. The houses were all close to each other, making what seemes like a 5 minute trip at normal speed a 2 hour trip. They held slinklections, which were their way of having elections. They happened every 10 years and every citizen had to participate. However, they weren't really elections, as there was only one job and one candidate: the "Head Slink", or rather, the one who oversaw the town. The only candidate had to be related to the last.

The elections are happening today, and the candidate happens to be the young "Slinsquad", who wanted to be a soldier than a politician. He couldn't back out, he was chosen by the Elder Sloth. He didn't quite remember how he ended up as the candidate, he had 4 brothers and a sister who were much more qualified and wanted the position more than himself. Why couldn't he be a soldier, he questioned every night since his choosing. He even taught himself combat. He was getting better at it. He was finally .5 seconds faster than he was 5 years ago. It was like he was practically speeding across all of Oz. So why couldn't he be a soldier?

He would express his displeasure to his father and would always get the same response: sloths of Slinkle weren't made to be soldiers. Through the many years of establishment, not once has the town had to fight or put anyone in jail. They didn't even have a jail.

It all changed when a little girl named Dorothy skipped into their little town with a black dog to her left and a man on her right. He was strange looking, Slinsquad had never seen someone of their kind. The townsfolk of Slinkle had very few guests and didn't know how to react. They rolled away from the new creatures and would look towards Slinsquad to see if he would act. What was he to do? Half of him was scared to make contact with these guests. The other half, however, was elated to learn more of the outside world. Maybe they could tell him of soldiers.

He approached them, showing off his newfound speed. "H-Hello!" he managed to stutter. "Welcome t-to Slinkle. I-I-I'm-" He stopped himself. It was rude to not have the guests introduce themselves first.

The girl looked puzzled. Unsure if he had stopped speaking or was just pausing. For a moment they all stood in silence.

"Well, I'm Dorothy." the girl spoke up, "And this is Toto and Scarecrow." She motioned to the other two that accompanied her. She looked at the sloth with wonder. "And you are?"

He jumped a bit, "S-S-S-Slinsquad." He forced a couch to clear his throat.

"Nice to meet you!"

"Do you know where Futterbudget is?" The lanky straw filled man asked.

"F-Futterbudget?"

"Yes."

The sloth looked quizingly behind himself, to the other citizens.

"We got lost and are trying to find our way back." Dorothy begged.

He turned back to the guests, "You d-didn't pass it on your way here?"

"We don't think so."

"I-I-It's not too far from here." He pointed a hand out to the direction they came from "It's a-actually that w-w-w-way."

"Oh!"

"Are you sure?"

"Y-Yes"

The two looked at each other. "It was much appreciated, Slinsquad. Thank you!" They turned on their heels and began to skip to the entrance.

"W-Wait!"


Class Writing

The meals at Slinkle consist of various amounts of leaves and chutes, slightly decorated on a wooden plate. The citizens use their hands to consume their meal, as there are no forks or spoons in the town. A bucket is passed around the suspending table that hangs in each house by vines, containing water for the family to sip out of. You must not take short gulps or pass on the bucket when it is your turn. It may never come back to you again. It is considered rude if you don’t take your time with the bucket. The sloths may be slow but they take extra precaution when they eat.

The sloths jumble their words but aren’t really sure what to speak of. The kids speak with each other about school and the candidate for “Head Slink”, wondering what he is like. “I have never seen him!” says one of the children. The father stops himself mid bite to look at his son, “You just passed him when I took you to school.” Finishing his bite.

The “palace”, or the home that the citizens claim to be, is just a bit bigger than the homes of the other sloths. Not too small but not big enough to belittle it’s habitants. Things in the town stay roughly the same so the citizens do not feel less or more than another. It’s 2 floors, instead of one. Vines are wrapped together to create the floor of the second floor and openings push sunlight into the palace. This is more of a place for the Head Slink to work and meet. Not much “Furniture”, if you can call it that. They mostly sit on the floors, which is dirt and bark from the local trees. Some prefer to sit on a small sheet of wood of their own. There isn’t really anything elaborate about the home. No fancy wares. However you are greeted by a lanky sloth who will guide you around the palace.

Who has power?

The Head Slink: someone who oversees the town for 10 years ad is chosen by the Elder Slink. The candidate must be related to the last. There is only one candidate chosen and they are vote on by the citizens of the town. Not that it matters, as they are only confirming the candidate as the head.

Who is weak?

Most are equal in the town. They try not to create a hierarchy. Most consider those who are from the outside as strange.

Who wants to be powerful?

Most of the descendants want to, as it is a right of passage to be chosen by the Elder. It is considered a great honor.

Who has magic?

No one in the town.

 How is the world affected by magic?

They tend to stay away from such things but it is unavoidable when it comes to outside sources. The citizens do not like to dabble with guests who appear magical in anyway. They must stay wary, afraid that something will change their lifestyle.

Ritual?

The citizens “eat out” occasionally. Meaning they will go to other families homes and share a meal. It’s a way for the citizens to stay in touch with each other. A way to keep the town like a small family. It rotates around and it’s never just one family sharing with another. There could be multiple families who join another. Sometimes that calls for them to join together outside and enjoy a meal and company in the open. Somewhere where the families can chat and enjoy the company of another.

Divergent

I will be updating the post as I read it.

Chapters 1 - 13

The concept that a series of tests will tell you the faction you belong to is interesting. It's something that has the feel of fantasy but also reality. Not only because it is a reflection on life and it's archetypes, but because I fear the future may become like this. A place where everyone is separated. The same thing is in Hunger Games, where people are placed into sections and are separate in class. However, life was like this before, and it still is. No matter how we feel things have changed, we can't escape separation.

What I found most interesting is the factions are different archetypes. The kind with the kind and the smart with the smart. Everyone adopts one singular way of life. That's what actually makes the story so powerful. Everyone is stuck in this way of living and once they are coming of age, they get to choose to stay with their family in their faction, or transfer to the one that they show more personality in. For Beatrice, or rather Tris, she showed qualities in multiple factions. However, this is seen as dangerous and she must keep quiet about it, which makes her choice in a faction difficult. She's more real.

I like to think about it like High School. Where everyone has their little groups of friends that are all the same and don't really venture out of it. However, there are students who don't feel they fit in just one group and bounce around to friends from different cliques. I can say that as I was one of them. Someone who moved around because I had friends in these different groups and connected with each of them, despite them being different from each other. The story it self is so real but feels very sci-fi. That's where I stop, as I feel the story has so much potential but isn't taking full advantage of the depth it possesses. I hope to see the book take an interesting twist that it literally makes me fall to the floor in pain, just like Tris getting punched around by Peter.


Class Discussion

Type - A persona, such as a salesman or and orphan, in which a trait is magnified to create a character.
Stereotype -A pre-concieved notion that was developed based on how a type has been rendered. It has not been observed.
Archetype -

Creating a Character

Wheel of Fortune
Dominate Trait: Authority
Opposite Trait: Follower/Doubt
Complimentary Trait: Intelligence
A person who believes they must enforce a way of thinking. However it is not always good, and rather a gamble. A bit bipolar, where their personality can differ time to time. I can see them as a police officer, as they have a set of rules and laws to follow and enforce, a sense of Authority. Not quite ruling, like a boss, but still smart. They may lead, but are more of the following type, as seen on how they treat those in and outside the profession. They lead those outside, but follow the ones internally. This is why they are not a leader.

When confronting someone in a store, possibly shoplifting, they are quick to capture the suspect but aren't brash enough to take them in. They question witnesses and the suspect themselves to make sure there isn't a misunderstanding, warning each of them the consequences of lying. He examines the store and the gestures of those he speaks to. As much as he would hate to take the young one to the station, he knows he must.  It was something he was told to do, no matter what. He takes the shoplifter, hesitating, but then with reassurance and a bit of force. The kid questions, proclaiming how it wasn't his fault. "It wasn't me. It wasn't me." The cop's mind spins. What should he do? What can he do? He was trained to know what to do in these situations. Told by his superiors. He knew the kid was lying, they all do. He couldn't let him break him, he was smarter than that.