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Terms and Trolls

In Roleplaying games you have many types of people. You have the born leader,  the helpful healer, the tough tank, and so on and son. There is another well-known player whose mere mention strikes nausea into the heart of every player. This particular player is infamous across the land, from the depths of D & D to the jungles of Japanese JRPG. This player is unrelenting, devoid of mercy, and lacking the very thing that makes a role player a role player. This player is the meat in a vegetarian casserole, the fire at an explosive plant, the arrow in the knee! Run, don’t walk, when the very name drips from the crevice of the experienced players lip like a blob of egotistical ooze. Whatever you do, do not say its title three time fast lest it appear quicker than Beetlejuice after a funeral.

God modder

God modder

Godmodder!

So what is a god modder? A person who is god modding is a player within a rpg who gives themselves abilities that ensures them to be successful.  When a person god mods, there is no reason or experience capable of defeating them because they are acting outside of the rules of that particular rpg.     Here is an example of exactly how annoying  god modding is.

Sam the Savage(average Role Player):  Using his Agorian Axe, Sam strikes at Deus’s arm.

Deus Ex Machina (Godmodder): Sam, being the loser that he is, misses and begins to cry. Taking pity on him, Deus uses the infinity sword he just found a few seconds ago tocut Sam into a millon little pieces.

That may be a little bit of an exaggeration, but not far off.

Here is a more relatable example. Remember when you were children on the playground participating in a rousing game of tag. As the person who is it, it is your duty to tag all the other children in the school yard. The first five children are easily aprhended. Then you get to Donny, and the dialugie goes something like this.

“I got you!”

“Nuh uh”.

“Did too!”

“I used my cloak of invisibility. You couldn’t see me”.

“ We aren’t playing Harry Potter, Donny”.

That is pretty much what playing with a godmodder is like. There is only one thing to do with that kind of situation. Do not try to reason. Do not attempt to show them the error of their way unless, of course, they are new to roleplaying. The only way to get rid of a godmodder is to ban them. Destroy their ability to interrupt your role play. They are not only insulting the moderator and the players, but the integrity of all role-players who play for the experience of the game and not just the experience.

-Grant

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Pixar Power: A lesson in Nostalgia

Ever since I was five years, I understand the power of nostalgia. My mother and grandmother both collected animated movies for me and my sister to watch. My mother would always purchase a Disney movie as soon as it came out on VHS, adding countless movies to our collection that seemed to grow exponentially. Some of my favorite and best kept memories are of my family sitting in the living room, the small area alight with excitement, captivated by the mysterious wonder that movies bring. When done right, and Disney did it right, you could feel an overwhelming amount of emotions for a time that is not your own. I feared the fires in Paris that my burned my brethren and I missed the days of yore when Gods walked among men and champions were made, not just born. During Disney’s renaissance (This was a period of time circa. 1985-2000 where Disney returned to making kick ass movies including but not limited to The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Mulan, and of course Lion King) Disney mastered the art of perpetual nostalgia with the unique ability to take any time period or situation and add modern day allusions and twists to the story line. A great example of this is in Hercules when they called Thebes the Big Olive or when the sizzling satyr Philoctetes name was shortened to Phil. This connection of two time periods draws the audience in with something recognizable and at the same time allow us to accept the unbelievable or unknown as fact. Very few other film companies can accomplish the feat. Do you really see yourself sitting down with your kids or grandkids in ten years and watching Madagascar three? I didn’t think so.

 Enter Pixar.

The Disney Renaissance is dead. The Age of Pixar has begun. Long live the king. The mantle of majestic nostalgia in animated films has been passed on. Before I continue, I must warn you. I love Pixar even more than I love Disney. I love the music of Giacchino, the Newman’s, and the newest member to the club Patrick Doyle (Don’t worry. I have an especially long essay to write about nostalgia, the music of Pixar, and why Pixar Is Jazz). I love the quirky characters like Dory the……what was I talking about again, Doug the dutiful dog, and the three silent yet wild princes DunBroch. I love everything Pixar. The way the company is run shines in the movies. Pixar is the new king of nostalgia. They made an exact witches brew filled with comedy, drama, and transcending life lessons that can rival Disney in its tenacity. I recently saw the movie Brave, and it is of little wonder why Brave became the 13th Pixar movie to premiere at number one. Sure, there are certain things that I can happily say I have never experienced (No spoilers for you. See the movie!), but I can fully appreciate the struggle between a young adult and their parent. The feisty Merida’s spats with her strict yet loving mother brought forth powerful memories of slammed doors and raised voices that I thought were long gone. The reason why Pixar’s nostalgia is different yet similar to Disney’s can be found in the type of love that they exemplify. While Disney focused in the love between two strangers who eventually found love, Pixar focused on the types. Maternal/paternal love, self-love, and love between friends. All of these loves are valid on their own way. Each company made these loves their own.

Ever since I was five understood the power that nostalgia has. In the blink of an eye a blank canvas can be filled with the most beautiful and most wretched colors that have ever been seen. The paintbrushes needed to create these perfect pieces of art can be found now in the minds of every single person who works at Pixar. These people who can make you feel like robots can fall in love, houses can fly, and toys can form lifelong friendships hold the keys to the lock that is your heart. In ten years I can cannot wait to sit my child(or children, who knows!) upon my lap and allow Pixar to unlock their hearts and show them the power of Nostalgia.

    -Grant

P.S. I will never refer to Pixar as Disney Pixar. As far as I am concerned,  Pixar is and always has been its own identity that shall never be truly assimilated. Disney=distribution.

The jock is dead. Long Live the Geek!

At my grandma’s house and we got thr record player to work. Jamming out to the original cast of Sesame Street!

HahahaHahahaHahaha What?

Have you ever read a book or seen a movie tand think either “wow, this would intersting to experience”, or ” What an idiot. The choice is so easy. Come on Hollywood, whats with the lame plot (coughshyamalancough) ” ? Well, the plot is not lame, nor is the answer easy.  It just sucks to experience first hand. It really sucks.   

Unless of course that movie is Candyland the movie 3-D.      

That would be awesomesauce.

Circumnavigation of the Soul (Hug a librarian)

                Have you ever had one of those experiences that brings everything full circle and ultimately brings closure? You know, a true circumnavigation of the soul.  This morning I had one those life defining moments and the only set of words that could possibly explain my emotions is pure unadulterated bliss. In a very uncharacteristic move, I made the decision to run to the library. This excursion is something I used to do almost daily until I sold my soul to schoolwork and Sister Act Two: Back in the Habit.  Since school is officially out and I wore out the VHS tape, I jogged to my local library.  Like any self-respecting book work I live within two miles of a library and waited with true enthusiasm for ten minutes until the door opened. Ecstasy finally set in. I grabbed two Shonen Jumps, a copy of Nightmare inspector, and a cup of nostalgia. Pretty sweet, right? That was not the full circle.

                While I was reading, my favorite librarian popped up and began to talk to me.  Yes, I have a favorite librarian. Yes, I have a list of librarians from varying branches and schools across the nation listed from preferred to least favored. No, I have not chosen a life as a lonely cat lady man. Any who, I was asked to give a small pep talk to the new summer program recruits.  Since I have been in the program for about four/five years, it made sense that I would be able to give a somewhat eloquent speech on the joys of volunteering.

So I spoke.

I spoke about my high school experience, about the joys of volunteering and how it can help you, and why it is best to start young. I spoke about how the library shaped me and about how it impacted my decision on what to major in. I spoke about the benefits of befriending librarians ( If you are as forgetful as I am, it smart to be friends with the person who can sign out library books to you) and why 100+ volunteering hours will make colleges look at you a bit closer. I only spoke for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity to me. I reveled in moment, seeing those four kids in the same seat that I sat in for my first orientation.  If I had more time to think, to speak, I would have told them to talk to the kids they would be seeing daily. Not just to the ones who shared that passion for reading that brought us all into that room on a Saturday morning, but to the children who were dragged to the summer reading program. It is easy to identify with the kids who choose to read on their own accord.  This is because we all once hid under the Pokémon plastered covers at ten P.M. (way past the barbaric bed time placed upon us by the parental unit) and read novels by the light of a Gameboy SP while the rest of the household slept away, blissfully unaware that a new universe was being born. No, those kids flock to books like mice to cheese. Engaging the children who found no solace in a Borders (R.I.P.) gift card is the real job of a summer reading volunteer. Who knows, maybe suggesting that the baseball player read a book by Dan Gutman changes his/her entire outlook on reading. There was a lot I wish I could have said. What I said did suffice.

                I am not a huge fan of the idea of everything happening for a reason. Existential nihilism is a concept that I am quite fond of.  However, something compelled me to get off of my ass to jog to that library. Something compelled me to stay in the library and read, despite the fact that I had things to do at home. Something compelled me to speak. That something gave me closure. The summer reading program was one of the few constants in my life from middle school to high school graduation. As I transformed from an introverted preteen with a lot of South Jersey angst to a young adult ready to take on the world, the summer reading program at the library was always there.  I am not one hundred percent sure of anything in this world. Anybody who is, is simply kidding themselves.  People are changing, right and wrong is transposable, and moments are never exactly the same. Still, I am grateful for the thing (or not thing) that allowed me to speak this morning at the library. In a time where old doors are shut and new gates are being formed, it is nice to know that some things wrap up nicely. Thank you to all the librarians who have helped me thus far, and thank you to all the ones who I will soon meet.

Sorry for the rambling. I’m a sucker for these kind of things.

                                    –Grant

……………….I would die of pure joy. Die.

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Monsters University Official Trailer

Monsters University Official Trailer.

 

I love Pixar. It is my dream job to work on films there. I can’t wait for this prequal.  I can’t wait  to see Brave.

Trolls and Terminology One

Believe it or not I have friends.

No, really.

Believe it or not, not all of my friends are gamers or into comics/fantasy.

Stop laughing, I’m trying to be serious.

Now, I will be the first to admit that there are people who surpass me in every conceivable way when it comes to geekery. Still, I understand the lingo and even sometimes use it.  (Hey mom, I didn’t make the football team but I got a certificate from the Harvard saying that I am fluent in L33T). This is where the language barrier comes in.  Sometimes a phrase or term is used that does not have a direct translation into the realm of pop culture or common speak.  That is why decided to do this weekly. I am going to attempt to explain certain terms to the best of my ability.         Please, if I get something wrong tell me.

Hammerspace

 

Hammerspace (Magic Satchel): We have all played Pokémon, right.  I’m just going to assume that everybody has played Pokémon at least once in their life. Remember that small little bag that your character had around his/her back. Remember how it could 99x Potions, 99 empty poke balls, a bike, a ridiculous amount of HM’s/TM’s, and your cool refreshing Coca-Cola ( Never Pepsi because Pepsi is Communist scum. America!) ? That’s a magic satchel. Hammerspace also explains why Zelda can carry so many weapons and Oscar the Grouch has an infinite amount of garbage in his trash can.

 

Think of it like this. Have you ever seen a girl pull phone out of their chest?

Now imagine if instead of a phone, it was Dumbo.

Ok, maybe not an exact analogy but it’s like that.

How about, imagine a larger than average (obese) man running away from an ax murderer and is able to successfully hide behind a sapling.  Where did the rest of him go!?

 

Hammer Time?

Noooo, Hammer Space.

Front of the Courier Post

Front of the Courier Post

Mystic realms

Polite Poetry 3

Orange

I can’t be the only one wasting time

Trying so hard to find the perfect rhyme

Kissing tomorrow and killing today

Pretending that this path is the best and only way

Opening my eyes even though I am blind

and say right now that I  Oh nevermind

                 Oh Ignorant contemplation

              Oh Fearless Cowardice

           Oh tapped potential

We try so hard to match this with that

To make every head fit every hat

To make sweet love with rat

To take pride in every place we sat

To live as a Lion even though I am a  cat

To face the true terrifying fact

That-

Life does not always rhyme

 

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