Some photos from the SVSWesteros exhibit. Focusing primarily on a planned cosplay and my favorite ‘ship. Plus some “Seven Hells, but the costumes on this show are amazing” and the “guess which House is the origin of the oddly-shaped map of the North” game.
Some notes: The two shots of a single sword are Oathkeeper. The big sword in the next one is Ice (and Oathkeeper is on the right edge of that photo). Not in the photos: Daario’s sword is HI-larious.
Do you guys ever feel sad because Nikolaj and Gwendoline became such good friends and for the better part of her time on the show Gwendoline’s been doing scenes with Nikolaj and now for at least 2 seasons they’re going to be doing all their shooting apart in different countries and will only see each other on breaks and at parties and stuff
Despite not having a file of reaction gifs, I have never been uncomfortable with the visual lexicon of Tumblr. And that first clause is misleading. I don’t have a file of reaction gifs, but I’ve had a file of reaction images for nearly 13 years now.
Yes, Brutus, that’s you.
You see, back when AI (film) came out, there was an immersive not-a-game that, if you called the phone number that was encoded in the trailers, you got hooked into. And, having a high-speed Internet connection for the first time, I joined a group of thousands of others trying to solve it as it unfolded.
Yes, that’s us. Well, that’s the boat that Evan died on, but we took that name. And now I have to wonder if I few of us weren’t involved in deciding that “The Cloud” would be the term for diffused computing, since that’s what we were.
And it did unfold, with us as an essential part of it that influenced the flow of the story. When we noticed a duplicate picture in two places where it shouldn’t have been, the writers told us the story of the step-self. Our emails and phone calls and diagrams became part of the world.
Exactly. We were part of it, not just consumers.
And, remember, this was 2001. We were organized on a Yahoo Group because that was the height of technology at the time.
I know, right?
The semester ended and I had to go home to the land of dial-up…
You’re not wrong.
…before we got to the end game, so I wasn’t there in July when we solved it. And the immersive, changing nature of the thing means that it was never going to be re-capture-able.
Yeah, and not just the game. The sites went down years ago, and now Google thinks cloudmakers.org is unsafe, so I can’t get there on Chrome, and it’s not the same, anyway, even with the archived versions of the in-universe sites.
But it left me with a love of certain kinds of stories, where you have to puzzle out what’s going on. It left me with thematic touchstones in my consumption and production of narrative. It left me with a love of communities that spring up around works, and it left me with a profound desire to have that sort of experience again. At the time, there were editorials and talk of this being the start of a new genre, and there have certainly been other not-a-games, but I think the Cloudmakers were like the first graduating class, and it makes me sad that the web has moved on with barely a trace of us.
So, are there any other Cloudmakers out there? Are you a man or a mouse?
The Unitarian jokes on “The Simpsons” (there are a disproportionate amount; Matt Groening is rumored to be Unitarian Universalist) were always a high point for my family, because it meant that someone noticed us. UUs are everywhere—some of us literally founded the country!—but we tend to hide in plain sight.
Before I regale you with stories of our stealth abilities (Priuses: very quiet), let’s address that age-old question I constantly fielded growing up: are Unitarian Universalists Christians? Short answer: no. Longer answer: well, depends on which one you’re talking to.
Wrod. This is a good “What the eff is UU?” answer, and includes not only our Principles (which, one day, I will consistently remember all 7 of), but also the classic “List of famous UUs” (We enjoy naming rooms in our buildings or buildings on our campuses after them)
Happy 83rd Birthday to Toni Morrison, our greatest living writer.
I nearly failed English my junior year of high school, and in order to get a D, I was forced to read and write papers about two books over summer vacation. One was a Shakespeare play; the other was The Bluest Eye. I’d already read Song of Solomon, which I’d loved even though I felt like a lot of it flew over my head. But The Bluest Eye was exactly what I needed. It was, as John Leonard wrote in the New York Times, nightmare and music.
I am reading The Bluest Eye right now (well not right now, but last night, and probably again tonight) as part of my White Dude Lit Fast. I keep thinking “Holy shit” as I read it because this lady has some Truth to tell, and she says it correct. Happy Birthday, ma’am.
What’s particularly funny, to me, is that this must have been Season 6, which would have been my…sophomore year of college, so 2001-2002. He’s not talking about New Who. There wasn’t New Who yet. So A)Props for getting ahold of those videos with the technology and released products available at the time but B)Barring magic, that is unpossible. On the other hand, I could totally see Andrew trying to work out a spell to manifest copies of the lost episodes. They’d probably show up in some format he couldn’t use.