Tuesday, December 9, 2014


Alright. I was going to put up a nice post about all the little goings-on recently, but that's going to have to wait now (even longer). Because right now I am FURIOUS.

Now, admittedly this heinous crime that has enraged me so was committed by a TV series, but the lessons to be learnt from it apply to books as well. So he other day I was catching up on TV shows, and in one of them a disturbing trend I have been noticing for some time came to a head. See, there's this character on it, right, who has in the recent instalments started to revert back to how they were earlier in the show. Which would be fine, especially since I did quite like them at those earlier points.... except that this has happened in contradiction to their character development in the time that has passed.

This is basic storytelling 101, you don't 180 a character arc. Because if you do, then it makes all the progression and development of that character arc pointless. In order for a story to work, in order for it to really move an audience, in order for it to be good, it has to have meaning. It has to have a purpose. And this is true for characters as well. In order for their part in a story to be memorable, in order for it to be entertaining or thrilling or good, their journey, their development has to have meaning. It has to have a purpose. And in order for it to have a purpose, to mean something, in order for it all to matter, it has to, well, mean something. It has to hold weight. And to do that, it has to stick. It has to carry. Because if you don't make it stick, if you end up erasing it, then the people watching or listening or reading are just going to start asking themselves questions like "What was the point of all that?" "Why does it matter?" and, worst of all, "Why do I care about these people?"

And if they start asking those, especially the last one, then sooner or later they're going to loose interest in the story and switch off from it.

The way to stop this from happening is not to have your characters go back. In terms of development, they have to keep moving forwards. They have to progress. You do not give them the same problems and narratives over and over again. That just gets boring. The character and the audience have both already been there, done that.  Instead you develop them, you advance them forward and have them learn from their experiences, have them change and adapt, and then, when that arc, that part of their journey in the story is finished, you give them a new one. A new direction to go in, a new thing to learn, a new challenge to overcome, a new goal to achieve. That way the character advances and grows, just like people do outside the story.

Let's look at an example shall we? Let's say we have a character, a young dark haired lady who's clever and quick-witted and quite handy with a sword. We'll call her Victoria, and she can have a red bow to wear as well. It belonged to her sister, and she always carries it with her. Now when Victoria was just a child her entire family was horribly killed before her eyes when Faeries burnt down her house, and ever since then she has been on a relentless quest for vengeance by wiping the Fair Folk from the face of the world. So far so good. However, what Victoria doesn't know is that there are actually two separate factions of Faeries, the Unseelie, who are actively malevolent towards humans and were the ones responsible for destroying her home, and the Seelie, who are actually all right as long as you don't get on their bad sides, and really just want to peacefully coexist with humanity. Victoria then over the course of three or four best-selling young adult novels that make their humble blog-writing author fantastically rich undertakes an epic adventure that has twists and turns, a heartbreaking tale of woe and loss, action and suspense, maybe a pop-culture reference or two. A grand sweeping intricate narrative that takes Victoria all over Europe and eventually into a key role in the politics of the Seelie and Unseelie courts, and later full-blown conflict between them. By the end of all this, she has made peace with her past, gained new allies, made some new enemies, but most of all, has learnt that not all Faeries are bad, and come to accept the Seelie as not the villains she first made them out to be (the Unseelie are a different matter) and even maybe think of one or two of them as friends.

Now, when book 5 or 6 comes around (as it will, because my publisher forces me to), after all that time and character development, would you enjoy it if the next instalment suddenly opened with Victoria violently against ALL Faerie-kind again, and it wasn't a flashback/spell effect/similar justification? With her forgetting all of the things she learnt over the course of the last books? Hell no you probably wouldn't. You'd wonder what the point of the series was, and feel like it was a cop-out. And if it continued to have her going through all the same stuff she did in the last books all over again you'd probably get even more annoyed, and think the author had run out of ideas. Sure it might be fun for a bit to read about Vikky tearing into Faeries with cold iron again, but eventually you'd probably start to wonder why you don't just read the last books all over again. That's because her growth and development over the last 3 or 4 books hasn't stayed. She hasn't progressed. It's just the same story re-hashed again, which gets stale quickly.

Instead, the better thing to do would instead continue on with Victoria's story from where it left off, and have her carry the things she learnt with her, and face some new obstacles. Maybe now she has the resources and power of the Seelie court to play with, but now has to navigate their politics. Maybe the Seelie haven't quite forgiven her for when she killed a large number of their ilk back when she was targeting Faeries indiscriminately, and now she has to convince them to trust her. Maybe there's some other paranormal critters for her to get stuck into. Maybe she finds out that her sister was switched with a Changeling before the attack on her home, and is still alive, so she sets out to rescue her. The important thing is that this is a new part of her story, a new part of her character arc, and it's different. And above all else, that she keeps what she went through before. That now she always knows that Faeries aren't all evil, that some people can't be trusted and others can, and any other lessons gained. She remembers the characters she cared about that died, and she carries that loss. What happened before in the story sticks with her. That's how a character grows and develops.

It's the same with other stories. One of the big things that made Rowling's books work (I think) is that the characters in them didn't keep doing the same things over and over again. Alan Rickman wasn't permanently a massive git, he had a kind of sad backstory, and that carried over with him once everyone learnt that. The main characters faced new problems and learnt new things and that knowledge stuck with them, and that allowed them to grow with the readers. And would Lord of the Rings or Star Wars have been nearly as good if Legolas and Gimli had decided, right near the end of Return of the King, that really all their adventures together didn't count for squat and they still hated each other for being an Elf and a Dwarf, or if Darth Vader decided not to do what he did at the end of Return of the Jedi? I would argue not.

The moral of the story is don't suddenly reverse a character's development.

In other news the next librarything has been postponed. Instead of this Thursday, it will possibly be the one after instead. As a venerable lonely member of the Old Guard I know that this means that it will at long last be returning to the glory of it's rightful place as the third Thursday of the month, where it once reigned before being usurped by the Adult book thing. At least I think that was what took it's place. Anyway be sure to come fully prepared for epic battle as we fight to take back what was once ours. Also a gift of some sort, because it's December so it'll probably be about the Yuletide festivities, which will mean gift-exchanging.

And make sure to pester the administrator to take us all to see the latest Hobbit film. If we went to see New Moon we can see this one too damnit!

That will be all for now. I have to get started on the next book of the Victoria's Fury series. And possibly talk with studio executives about a film adaptation...


Saturday, October 25, 2014

The End of the World

(NOTE: as this is a real, non-fictional story, it follows the common practice of keeping the identities of those involved in it hidden to ensure privacy. As such any person mentioned by name in this is not mentioned by their real name.)

So I get up this morning. Like I do every morning, more or less (sometimes it's in the afternoon). The big difference this morning is that it's at half-past 8, as opposed to, say, half-past 6 or 7 when I have 'varsity classes, or 11 or 12pm if I don't.

Because today is the Saturday of Labour Weekend, and I'm going to Armageddon.

So I get up. I put on the attire I'll be wearing to it. There's some dark jeans, a black shirt and a darkish suit-jacket. I like it. It's spiffy. It's dark, just like I am on the inside. Incidentally the shirt is the same one I wore to my year 13 prom, the only prom I will probably ever go to in my lifetime. But I digress. I go out and have breakfast, and get ready to leave. I make sure to bring a bag along, since I know from experience I'll inevitably end up with a whole bunch of stuff to carry around.

It's had a couple of bright points (like discovering two new songs I really, really, REALLY like), but overall the preceeding week has been somewhat grim. There's two big high-stress assignments left for university, but most importantly of all I keep feeling like I've done something wrong. A far few of my friends seem really upset, but I can't seem to do anything to cheer them up. I feel like a failure. I'm useless, for what good is someone when they can't even make the people they care about happy? I worry I'm drifting away from all my friends. On top of all that it looks like the Halloween thing for the librarything is cancelled. Again. So I could definitely use a fun day out.

It's just around 10, opening time, when I enter Greenlane, nearing the ASB Showgrounds on the tail end of a stream of other convention-goers in a whole bunch of different costumes, most of which I don't recognise. As I approach the place, I come across a man. He's dressed as the Hatter as depicted in the Time Burton Alice in Wonderland film. I'm dressed as The Hatter as depicted in my interpretation of the woodcut illustrations in the book Alice's Adventures In Wonderland.

"Nice hat sir!" He says, displaying a gesture of courtesy as I pass him.

"And you!" I reply, taking my hat off to him.

I continue on my way imagining his screaming agonised death. I am sure he's dreaming of slaughtering everyone I care about and burning down my home before my eyes. Hatters are territorial like that.

(Aside: actually this guy seemed pretty cool, and impressed me greatly with his good gentlemanly conduct. I held and hold nothing against him whatsoever, and I consider him to be exempt from my elimination of rival Hatters. He seemed like a really good person. My point still stands about Hatters being territorial though - that's one of the reasons why you never see crossovers between the different Alice in Wonderland renditions*)

I finally get there and the entry que is proceeding along at a steady pace. It moves quite fast, and I'm pleased not to have to wait in a line (yet). Unlike the last couple of years, where I've gone in through an entry into the convention building proper, this time I'm directed through an orning and then into the outside area, where the food stalls and ASB's mobile ATM machines are set up, alongside the main building.

When I enter it's just as I remember. Massive crowds everywhere, streams of foot-traffic just like the streams of air-traffic between giant city buildings in a Space Opera. In some places you can barely move as you shuffle along inch by inch. There's a throbbing in the air. There's countless little stands for hobby stores like a pop-culture merchandise bazaar. I trace a circuit along the perimeter of the main area, around the gaming section. I notice the Vagabond stall, but pass it over - I can always get things from their store in town. I come across a poster place, and scour their product gallery for a specific set of images. Before long I find what I'm looking for - the mysterious gothic artwork that always seems to turn up in these sorts of places. Some of it's by Victoria Frances, but others, while I recognise them, are by some other artist unknown to me. I take a note of them - one of my friends quite likes them, and she might not be able to make it to Armageddon this year, and if that's the case I want to get her something so that she at least has something from it, and a Victoria Frances poster would be just the thing, especially at their very reasonable price. I also spy another poster, containing a humorous list of rules for dating vampires. I make a note of that one too, it could make a good gift for another friend I have that's a very big vampire fan.

I do a second quick orbit around the gaming area, probing it's outer fringes. I notice a section for the xbone, and a demonstration in progress consisting of someone dancing along a floor, with a digital avatar mimicking their movements on a screen, super-imposed onto footage of a football game. During my travels I come across a young lady in an amazing costume of the American Mcgee Alice. She is very cute. I would rather like to get to know her better, especially given her apparent fondness for what is easily the most awesome, badass version of Alice in mainstream media. I decide against direct interaction though - I'm far too afraid she'll take after her persona and mercilessly tear me apart where I stand.

I press on to the second section. It's largely more of the same, immense foot-traffic and long streams of stalls for various hobby merchandise. I stumble upon the celebrity area. This is normally the centrepiece for me, as the celebrity guests are the main thing I go to Armageddon for. I've met a fair few very famous people there - Michael Bein, Mark Sheppard, Ben Bowder and even the legendary Summer Glau herself. This year has an impressive lineup including The Doctor's latest comapnion. But none of the personalities are quite critically important enough to me personally to warrent an autograph. As I'm heading back to the main area, I happen upon the Arkham Comics stand. A good friend of mine, Lucy, works there, and I wonder if she's at the stand here. Sure enough she is, and I wave out at her. She instantly recognises me, exclaims "It's you!", then rushes over and hugs me. I feel warm and welcomed, and like I'm actually wanted here. It's like a blanket and hot cocoa on a long, cold night, a candle in a very dark room or the first few rays of morning. She is truly one of the best kinds of friends to have. She tells me that a renowned comic book artist, one who had a key role in the creation of my favourite comic series Transmetropolitain, She will get my copy of it's first volume signed by him and then return it to me. There's a short exchange, and then she returns to work and I continue on my way. It's getting close to 12, so I decide to look into getting some lunch.

I exit the main building back into the sun. The fresh air is cool and is utter bliss after the suffocating heat of the building's interior - it's surprising just how quickly a few thousand people in a confined space can raise the ambient temperature to enormous levels. Before setting out for food, I make my way along the steps of the ASB building, a popular place to sit down and convene. I quite often run into friends here, so I want to give it a good sweep just in case any are there. It turns out there aren't, so I proceed through the outdoor area browsing the different food vendors. A few are intriguing, but in the end I settle for the basics: chips. I have $4 in cash budgeted for food and drink. It should cover me, I reason that a serve of chips and a can or small bottle of cola can't be more than $2 each. I look at the menu. $4 for chips and $4 for drink. Damn, twice as expensive as I was anticipating. Still, I press on. I need the sustenance, and I have my credit card to fall back on - an extra $4 won't break the bank.

It is a special kind of torment to wait in a sizeable, slow-moving que for food in the middle of the blazing springtime heat, while wearing all black, including a heavy suit-jacket, and a top hat. The sun burns on and on and on, and I quickly begin to feel as though I'm boiling alive. I'm a couple of steps out of alignment with the rest of the que, and I fear I might be accused of cutting in, but thankfully no-one presses such a claim. It is at this time, now that I am finally standing still for a notable amount of time, that I begin to feel the stress and weariness of my feet, my soles radiating intense aching pain. At long last I arrive at the merciful shade of the vendor's orning, and then at the vendor itself. I order my chips, and wait a short while before hurrying away into some more shade to feast upon them. I fear they may have been unsalted, but they turn out to be salty enough. I dispose of the empty cup and go forth in search of something to wash them down with,

There are numerous vendors selling drinks outside, but after my experience waiting in line for food I limit my choices to those inside the building rather than face another stretch under the relentless sun. After a quick search it appears my choices in beverage are limited - regular or diet coke, sprite, a couple of sorts of juices or water. I elect to go with a regular coke. The line in the cafe area is even longer than the one at the food vendor, but is at least out of the sun. To make matters worse I end up behind what appears to be a couple. As a sad lonely person, the only thing worse than waiting in a long line with sore feet is waiting in a long line with sore feet and a happy couple in front of you. I attempt to strike up a conversation with them, since the line isn't moving any quicker otherwise, but quickly abandon the project. After further contact it strikes me they could just be very good friends instead, which is considerably more bearable.

I get my drink, and begin consuming it. It's nothing special, just a good old humble cola. As I am now armed with a means of keeping cool even in total sunlight, I decide now is the time to strike and venture back out into the outdoors area. On my initial inspection of the various sellers of food and drink I stumbled upon a truly marvellous discovery, an authentic Danish ice-cream seller. I have no idea how authentic it really was, but the ice-cream treats people were carrying away from it looked delicious, so I had to try one for myself. The wait in line is again arduous, but drinking my cola helps pass the time. I reach the line's end, and the kindly lady selling these wondrous looking ice-creams asks what flavour I want. The options are Dutch chocolate, Danish strawberry or vanilla. I ask for two scoops, one Dutch chocolate and one vanilla. I saw the cream and chocolate sauce toppings on the ones being carried away, so I like the idea of dark and white. Perhaps such a preference is also in part a result of my tortured inner nature bleeding into my choices. Then again, perhaps not. The kindly lady appears to mishear and ends up giving me just one scoop of Dutch chocolate, but I don't mind. Dutch chocolate sounds delicious enough on it's own. She asks for payment and I prepare my credit card, but she informs me they only take cash. It's a setback, but I can manage. I have a spare $20 note I had reserved as a merchandise budget, and use that to pay for my cool sugary prize. I reason I can compensate by using the credit card for merchandise purchasing. I walk away with what is easily the most delicious looking ice-cream I have thus far seen in memory, more an ice-cream sundae in a waffle cone than what one would normally imagine an ice-cream to be like. I begin eating it, and it is every bit as fantastic as it looks. It is like Delain and Within Temptation performing on my tastebuds. It tastes amazing, and leaves me longing for more. It is pure sweet ice-creamy paradise.

As I return from devouring the ice-cream, I finally begin running into people I know. First I come across a girl from university. She's extremely friendly to me, which I find pleasantly surprising since most of the people there usually seem to barely tolerate me at the best of times. We have a brief exchange, before she departs to seek food with what I presume is her boyfriend. The next person I run into is another good friend, Anabelle. Again, the dialogue is brief, since we're going different ways and I notice she's with her friend. I don't want to bother them too much. I proceed to a Real Brownie stall. I noticed a number of them on my initial survey of the showgrounds, and am intrigued enough to try one. It is fantastic, rivalling the Danish ice-cream in it's splendour. After this I encounter the brother of Eva, my closest friend. I initially have a lot of difficulty recognising him in his costume, but after that share a few words. He seems confused by my exclamation that I am full of sugar, a most astute statement at this point, and we part ways.

The girl from University informed me of a most troubling development. As it transpired, the eftpos system on the showgrounds had ceased to function, rendering any credit or debit cards useless. This is a textbook scenario of why I like to use cash and analogue methods whenever possible, but this time the news was most unwelcome, as I had been banking on being able to use my credit card when purchasing things, and my current level of on-hand cash funds was woefully insufficient for the task. She had mentioned there being one ATM machine in the entire site, and so I set out to find it, as I would need some extra physical currency if I was to get everything I wanted. After some searching, I eventually found that it had been starring me in the face the whole time. On my way out for food I had noticed an enormous que leading seemingly to nowhere, and it turned out this was the cue for the ATM. By now my soles were burning, and the wait was excruciating. Eventually someone passing by the line geve news of two other ATM machines somewhere outside, that hardly anyone was using. I promptly left the vast line in search of these mythical ATMs. It occurred to me that the situation was somewhat reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic zombie story; "Hey, guys! I heard rumour of a cache of supplies and survivor enclave somewhere yonder! Shelter and supplies for everyone!".

The hunt initially proves futile, these mysterious ATM machines appear nowhere to be found. As they were said to be outside, I journey along the outside of the showgrounds, my search eventually taking me through the exit. I am sure to get my hand stamped so that I am not impeded on my re-entry. As I wander around the outside of the convention, I feel like I'm in space carefully walking along the outer surface of an orbiting station. This outer paramble allowed me to access the fourth area of the convention, which thus far has been barred from me by way of me being on the wrong side of a metal fence barricade. It turns out to be largely devoted to gaming and gaming related functions, with some Fantasy-related stalls as well. On my way out I notice a stall for a game called Ascent. I find this hilarious, because I remember a popular game series called Descent. I take a closer look, and it turns out to be about constructing a space station to save the population of the Earth, with the challenge of managing money for building the station, providing enough power for it's systems, adding enough room to hold a sizable portion of the human population and making sure there's enough food stockpiled that they can survive for a good long while (exactly why they couldn't just build hydroponic garden chambers and grow a near-unlimited supply of food I do not know). I liked it, it seemed like an excellent way to kill a few minutes waiting for something, or procrastinating during an assignment, and so I covertly stole away a card with information on it and made a note to look into it further.

All this time I have been somewhat fearful that I might run into people that I'm not on very good terms with, and that such an incident might have dire repercussions. As a countermeasure I have been playing A Day For Ghosts by Delain in my head for most of my time here, and it proved a successful deterrent, as not once did I come across any such people. Symphonic metal songs frequently blast through my head, providing a worthy soundtrack for any of my adventures.

I'm nearly ready to give up, finding these fabled ATM machines seems impossible. A cute girl catches my eye as I move along the indoor hallway outside the main area, and I flash her a smile. She smiles back. I make my way back to her and ask her if she's seen a pair of ATM machines somewhere outside. She points them out to me, and once again it turns out they've been hidden from me in plain sight all along - I had seen the trailer they were contained in when I first arrived, but at that time it was still closed up in it's transport position, so I had not seen the ATMs held inside. Alas, by this time others had caught word of them, and so there was a sizeable que in front of these ones too, but it was still a fraction of the size of the endless line of people at the inside one. Waiting in line outside for the third time allowed me to identify that the middle part of the que was the worst. Both ends of the ques at the outside vendors close to the ASB building were in shade, but the middle was fully exposed to the fury of the sun. Eventually I reached an ATM and withdrew $20. The pain from my feet was almost unbearable, so I went back to where the helpful cute girl was, looking to sit down next to her and maybe strike up a conversation. Perhaps I would make a new friend. When I got there though she was busy on her phone. I gave my feet a brief respite of a minute or so before getting up and moving on. I suppose it was for the best, she had probably had enough of being bothered by some strange man wearing a top hat.

Now I had the means to get what I wanted to get. My first stop was back at the poster place, where I picked out a Victoria Frances poster and bought it for my friend - even if she did go to Armageddon later on it would still make a fine Christmas gift. I was going to get the vampire dating one for the other friend too, but decided against it, reasoning that it was likely she already had one. My next goal was to find something to get a third friend of mine that was again unable to make it to the convention. My initial plan was to get her a plush sea creature, as I knew she liked the ocean, but when I went to get one the only ones still available were out of my price range. I desperately scoured the entire convention for something to get her, something special, something that could only come from there, but everywhere I looked all the items on offer were too expensive. At last I happened upon a small boutique stand selling small pieces of jewellery. One was something called a cameo, and was emblazoned with a character from a cartoon series I know she liked. It's price was $20, exactly how much I still had budgeted for gifts. I knew it had to be that, and bought it after a brief consideration. Purchasing it also put me into a raffle prize draw, and I laughed hysterically when I received my ticket. The ticket number? 042. How delightfully improbable.

With my friends seen to, now was the time to treat myself. Unfortunately I was once again critically short on funds, and so I had to endure another trek to an ATM. The line for the indoors one was much shorter now, so I decided to take my chances with that one again. While waiting in line a mother introduced her child to the idea of the Hatter and Alice in Wonderland after said child noticed me. When I reached the ATM however, I found it had all been in vain, for this one had a minimum withdrawal amount of $100, far in excess of what I wanted to take out. So I left the ATM behind and went back to the outdoor ones. They were miraculously deserted, and so I quickly took out another $20 with which to indulge myself.

My first target was the United Sweets stand, and the wealth of exotic Armuracean sugar products. I struggled up to the display and hunted down a packet of Pop-Tarts. I had wanted to try some ever since buying a couple of packets for a friend's birthday gift. I had originally planned to only get this for myself, but as I was completing one last, final sweep of the main area to make sure I hadn't missed anything, I happened upon a hobby vendor selling something entirely captivating - dice. There were two bowls of assorted dice, but what caught my attention was the small boxes of D6s next to them. It struck me that one of these D6 sets would make a fine memento from this Armageddon; they were special enough in that they came from a supplier that would otherwise be unavailable to me directly, and at the same time had a real practical use for me as a tabletop wargamer, after all a tabletop wargamer can never have too many D6s. After some short pondering I decided to get a set, but there was a problem. The D6 sets came in three different colours: black, red and white, and I couldn't decide between them. My first thought had been red, since they would complement the green D6s that I already owned and a number of rulesets I had had mentioned using red dice for certain in-game effects and actions, But then as I thought more about it the black ones looked like they would go equally well with the green ones, and fit with the handful of black D6s that I also owned. Even the white ones began to appeal to me. Eventually I settled on the only proper solution to such a conundrum: determine the right choice with a dice roll! I sifted through one of the bowls of dice to find a D6 that wasn't red, black or white - I wanted to make sure it would be totally impartial - found one, and rolled it, deciding that a 1 or 2 would mean a white set, a 3 or 4 a red set, and a 5 or 6 a black set. It landed on a 3, a red set it was. I then went and gave the last remaining gold coin I had on me to the anti-cancer charity that the 501st Stormtrooper legion was running. I wanted to give it to R2-D2 or Vader or even the Rebel pilot, but by the time I went to do it there was only one Stormtrooper left still fully in costume and actually holding a charity bucket, so I donated it to them instead.

 After that I had a short wander, where I discovered that there was in fact an area for the Auckland Library. There were a few books around, but at this point my main focus was on the comfy seats there, as my feet were now excruciating. I had a quick rest before continuing on my way. I also ran into another friend, Katherine. We briefly swapped stories of loot, foot pains and inflated prices before parting company.

I then had one very genuinely last look around, before performing my final activity for the day, indulging my inner child and having a round at the Nerf shooting gallery. I mused while waiting in line about how colour-marketing for girls seemed to have moved away from pink to purple. I suppose it's marginally less stigmatised, but still contrasts sharply with the oranges used in the other Nerf products, and still looks feminine, and how it's a sign of rampant commercialism and hegemonic domination forcing children to conform to stereotypes. University messes you up like that. When I was let into the shooting area, the lovely young lady picked up on my adopted persona of The Hatter, and we had a quick conversation about souvenirs that could be gotten at Armageddon. I had never handled a modern Nerf gun before, so this was exciting new territory for me. I was initially drawn to the new assault rifle model they had put out, but decided to have a go at the bow too. My archery proved as terrible as it was in Year 7, utterly failing to hit anything - I am indeed glad that none of my Elven warriors were around to witness my abysmal performance, otherwise I would have never heard the end of it. I proved more successful with the assault rifle however, I ended up proving to be a poor shooter, missing any of the targets set out (not that I was really putting much effort into aiming anyway, my plan from the start was to revel in the Nerf gun's automatic fire capability and wildly spray nerf darts about while bellowing out "DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA" at the top of my lungs), but turned out to be a capable artilleryman, squarely hitting a Nerf logo with the grenade launcher function. After emptying the magazine, I handed the Nerf gun back, left the shooting gallery, and made my way out of Armageddon.

The walk home was made gruelling by the immense pain of my feet, but aside from that was pleasant enough. Shortly after beginning it the thought crossed my mind that the young lady at the Nerf shooting gallery might have been attempting to court me. I quickly dismissed the notion as utterly insane, as such an occurrence has been long since ruled as fundamentally impossible. Much more likely she simply made friendly conversation with all the people waiting to shoot foam darts. The path home was as adventurous as I remembered it, taking me from bustling upper Royal Oak to familiar Onehunga to the windswept Old Bridge. On the way I ran into Rebecca, the last friend I would encounter in my outing. She was having a meal with a couple of family members, so I left her be after a quick greeting in passing. It was the first time in quite a while that I have communicated with her. I miss seeing and hearing from her. She's one of the few friends I can talk to about a lot of things, and was part of my new dream of one day having a circle of friends to call my own. I sometimes worry that she might be upset about something, but if so I can't seem to do anything about it. I wish I see or hear from her again soon.

By the time I got home, my soles were pure agony. Even hours later it still hurt to walk. I took off my hat and coat, put on one of the two new songs I had come to adore - The Call of the Mountains by Eluveitie - and gave my feet a well-deserved rest. It will take some time for them to recover, but all in all I'd say it was well worthwhile.


*The other reason of course being that if the American Mcgee Alice rendition was to ever be included then it would proceed to brutally massacre all the others without any remorse. Seriously, the American Mcgee Alice is hardcore.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Falling from Grace (and seeing Guardians of the Galaxy)

So you've just discovered this new series. You like it, you're instantly hooked. The more you keep reading the better it gets. It sucks you in completely, and you find yourself utterly immersed by it. It skyrockets up in your fondness rankings to easily the top 3 of your favourite universes of all time. You think its pure weapons-grade AWESOME. There are characters you love, characters you love to hate, and even maybe one or two you relate to. At school or work or wherever it is you tediously toil the day away, you find your thoughts constantly drifting back to this fantastic new setting you've discovered. As time goes on you just keep finding more and more stuff to like about it.

Then one day it happens. The author or the writer or the director or whoever is in charge of making more of this epic that you're enjoying so much does... something, some sort of change to it. Maybe it's a new character that doesn't sit right with you. Maybe it's an existing character doing something that doesn't feel right. Maybe it's a new element or rule to the setting that you think throws it off kilter. Maybe those two characters you thought were perfect for each other end up affirming to each other that neither of them has any attraction to the other, and their relationship will never be anything more than platonic, while at the same time pursuing whirlwind romances with other characters you don't like one bit. Maybe your absolute favourite character in it comes to a bad end. Maybe it's three prequels, or a fourth instalment, or two sequels that maybe shouldn't have been made how they were. Or maybe it's some sort of new event or development that you feel is an affront to everything your vision of this beloved world stands for.

Whatever it is, the end result is the same. You're crushed. The whole magnificent wondrous world you had fell for and come to call home, the amazing series that reeled you in completely, comes crashing down all around you in flames. Your excitement for it starts to die piece by piece. No longer does it bring boundless joy to you, but instead burning disappoint and frustration about what could have been. The wonder dries up and boils away. The magic fades. In your eyes, the setting is almost dead and gone.

Has that ever happened to you?

Because it's just happened to me. And I'm not happy about it.

What especially fries me about it is that this setting-breaker actually really shouldn't have happened. The work in question is supposed to be an open-ended setting, a canvas that one can craft their own narrative onto. Which is exactly what I did. And now this thing has come along and invalidated it. Which shouldn't happen, because as stated the setting is supposed to be open-ended, and is supposed to leave people free to make of it what they will.

It's a phenomenon not entirely dissimilar to Jumping the Shark I suppose, except Jumping the Shark is generally universally acknowledged to ruin the work, whereas this is a more personal thing.

Anywhich, the next librarything will be next Thursday, on the 11th of September. It's comic book month, so expect something graphic-novella related. Me, I think we should all go on a librarything expedition to see Guardians of the Galaxy. It's awesome. And it fits with the theme. And it works because it's an adaptation of something published. Really if we went and saw New Moon then there's no excuse for not going off and seeing Guardians of the Galaxy.

There's also a convention.. thing being held at the Onehunga library, a strange and twisted place where they're open on Sundays and have more than one late night. At least I think they do. My memory may be playing tricks on me there. What was I writing about again? And where am I?

I think that'll be all for tonight. Remember to pester the librarything administrator(s) to take us all out to see Guardians of the Galaxy. You know it'd be great. We want to see Guardians of the Galaxy. Yeeeesssssssss.


Sunday, August 3, 2014

The First Deadly Sin

HEED ME!! Heed my warnings!! Abandon all hope and submit to despair, for I have seen. I HAVE SEEN!! I have seen the TRUTH that LURKS behind the meek facade of this place, of this time, of this world, I now KNOW of what lies beyond, I have SEEN what dwells within the DARK corners of the Earth, and I have now born WITNESS to the TERRIBLE design that it has planned for us ALL!! KNOW ALL that it now CANNOT BE STOPPED, and cower before the TERROR and dark might of its HERALD!! SEE IT HERE and know that 50,000 SHADES OF DARKNESS shall RISE, and this world shall BURN AT ITS TOUCH!!

I have seen!! I HAVE SEEN!! I HAVE SEEN!! IhaveseenIhaveseenIhaveseenIhaveseenIhavseenIhaveseenI have SEEN IT ALL UNFOLD BEFORE WITHIN MY EYES MIND!! The beast!! The abomination!! The - the - THING!! 50,000 shades of total DARKNESS!! Even now I hear its HOWLS from beyond the VOID, beyond TIME beyond SPACE beyond THOUGHT beyond VOICE beyond SOUL OH GODS I HAVE SEEN!! Before I was blind before I could behold only light upon my PRIMITIVE retinas but now now NOW I have seen EVERYTHING and more!! It burns my eyes mind soul everything make it stop MAKE IT STOP!! MakeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopIhaveseenIhaveseenIhaveseenmakeitstopIhaveseenmakeitstop Now the truth is BURNED into me it is SEARED into the back of my EYES!! I HAVE SEEN and now what is SEEN cannot be UNSEEN IhaveseenIhaveseenIhaveseenIhaveseen

I thought there was perhaps a chance foolish thought from foolish mind, I KNOW now my eyes are OPEN and they cannot be shut sealed CLOSED again there are sights dreams thoughts KNOWLEDGE that cursed blessed mortal men where not meant to know but now the truth SCREAMS within my aether vitae brain for I HAVE SEEN the UNRELENTING HORROR that awaits us ALL even now I see it in every corner of your his her ours its we me you my mind's eye I hear 1000 MILLION voices SCREAM in AGONY and in pain misery WOE before their DOOM as this reality illusion tower world crumbles all around them!! Know now that upon the FOURTEENTH turning of the SECOND MOON upon the eve of Venus 50,000 SHADES OF TOTAL DARKNESS WILL DESCEND and all the wold will BLEED It CANNOT BE STOPPED it WILL NOT BE DENIED for how can it? How can one possibly defeat only SHADES? So many creatures entities voices souls things angels monsters predators lords abominations SHADES 50 100 500 5000 50,000 all of UTTER DARKNESS Even then next never before after always now it speaks howls cries calls across the black PIT of infinite night in over a MILLION voices it whispers in the minds and DARKENED hearts of us ALL caressing and inflaming our Darkest deep desires since beyond across from the Primordium at the start end nothing ever begins nothing ever ends edge of the universe IT HUNGERS and CRAVES the base illicit desires that burn within our psyches the maiden virtues that shine from our aetheric vitae and LONGS to CORRUPT them for that is how it draws forth its nourishment sustenance IT has no need for such FEEBLE MORTAL needs IT exists only to DESPOIL!! 

I HAVE SEEN!! IhaveseenIhaveseenIhaveseenohgodsIhaveseenIhaveSEEN it COME TO PASS maybe what where even then never now ITs honey promises delights marmalade pleasures whispers will have embraced its the too minds late of countless SOULS and die now drives murder them to be corpses its willing ACOLYTES!! It did doth writhe blood thy why mind slipping has drives did doth stirs also plus euclidian laws are lies and enflames inflames in flames like moths to flames thoughts fragment concentrate excites their BLOOD drives them into frenzied RAGE at those ITs chosen VESSALS yet I know the truth that IT shall perform unto them only DEATH the WAGES OF SIN that shall be lashed upon this weak home web of lies trap blood Millitant is not home now pain feeble DOOMED world!! A MURDER of RAVENS flies across the sky, the MOON announces that it will soon be night CRY for the MOON for it shall watch over her children and WEEP at the DEATH OH gods so much DEATH yet THAT IS NOT DEAD WHICH CAN ETERNAL LIE, AND WITH STRANGE AEONS EVEN DEATH MAY DIE AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAARRRRGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH


Friday, July 25, 2014

The Trouble With Film Adaptations

So back when I was smiting evil over in Westmere, I took some of the resident blu-ray collection out for a spin, and one of the ones I watched was the Stanley Kubric adaptation of Lolita.

It was..... not bad. It definitely had its merits, I didn't think that it was possible for a story about a filthy paedophile despoiling his 12 year old stepdaughter to be funny, and yet there were definitely moments that appealed enough to my dark sense of humour, black as the ace of clubs as it is, to make me giggle a bit (not the despoiling bits mind you, those were just kind of weird, it was the parts in the build-up to those bits that were the humerous ones) - "Ohhh you man!" has become something of a personal meme to me.

(Before I continue I think I ought to put this in some context so that no-one jumps to the wrong conclusions. "Ohhh you man!" is a line said by the very much a grown adult Charlotte Haze as the guy she's crazy for gives her a bit of affection. It took off with me because the whole sequence is just so hilariously fifties, or possibly late-forties.)

Its probably a testament to just how good of a film-maker Stanley Kubric was. A large part of it is because this particular adaptation was a quite light-hearted take on the story. I'm not sure I agree with this choice, if I were making it I would definitely make it grim and disturbing like its source material, but then at the same time I also fully understand that a grim and disturbing accurate take on the story would almost certainly mean that the film would never be greenlit. Although then again they did make not one, but two Human Centipede films, so you never know...

Anyway, the reason why I mention all of this in this blog is because watching the film made me really think about film adaptations of books, and how I'm not sure they're really ever a good idea (Peter Jackson and the ones that made the Rowling adaptations got lucky). See, part of what makes Lolita such an entertaining and intriguing read is that its all told from the point of view of Humbert Humbert, and his narration constantly tries to convince you, the reader, that he is in fact just an innocent victim and not, in fact, the filthy paedophile that he actually is. But that relies on, well, narration being the primary storytelling element, and that just doesn't work in a film adaptation. Because films are visual based things, and all the narration in the world won't stop there being a visual element of what's going on, which causes the whole idea of the narrator trying to convince you of their point of view. Because if you're seeing what's actually happening then it won't make a difference what you think. Its like seeing someone stab someone to death, then have the murderer tell you they didn't do it and it was all an elaborate attempt to frame them - you know it isn't, because you've just seen them brutally kill the person with your own eyes.

And that's just one example. There are lots of other little neat storytelling tricks and techniques you can do in a book that you just can't do in a film, and more than a few that you can do, but can't do well. And so inevitably when they go off to make a film adaptation of a book, all those little tricks that they can't do in a film get lost in translation, and with them a very important part of what made the story 'good' in the first place. And I think that might be why almost all film adaptations of books are never as good as the books themselves.

Of course, that being said it definitely cuts both ways -  there are plenty of storytelling tricks that you can do in a film (or TV show for that matter) that you can't in a book - sure that epic battle scene might sound pretty cool in the book its in, but seeing rank upon rank of noble warriors crash into the horde of evil, bellowing their war-cries, pennants and banners fluttering in the wind, and hearing the rousing speech the hero gives, and the crashes and crunches and schwings and tinks and pangs of battle, with massive catapult-hurled projectiles raining down in earth-shattering impacts, and brilliantly-rendered monsters getting stuck in left right and centre, with a thrilling orchestral score in the background, all rendered in eye-watering HD (maybe even 3-D) and eardrum-watering THX surround sound is enough to give you goose-bumps. And don't get me started on the eye-candy factor...

Anyway, that's just my twisted ramblings. I could be totally mad.

The next librarything will be on the 14th of August. No, I don't know what will be happening there yet. Maybe another one where we all eat chips...

And that's all for now then. Try not to have a school/tirtiary term that's too soul-crushing.


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

In My Dreams

At last that awful awful course is finally over. Well its been over for a few weeks actually, but I've been busy then with things like house administration and painting trees. Do you have any idea how much hard work it is to paint trees? It's a lot. And then the horrid thing is coming back in a few more weeks too.

But for the time being its gone, so I can get back to the nice cheery happy post I was going to do. It's times like these when I wonder if maybe I should start up another blog for all the not-so-happy things, but then it would probably be just an endless stream of grim observations and gloomy morbid attempts at something resembling poetry, and I'd probably get all kinds of flack for it, because apparently in this day and age happiness is mandatory, citizen.

So in the meantime I'll take the Princess Unikitty approach.

Anyway, before I got rudely interrupted, I was going to post about a dream I had. Because said dream involved literature. I no longer remember what happened for most of it, but what I do remember is how it ended.

It was at night, and I was with.. someone else (who it was I no longer remember). We had just come in from a long drive along the coast, and were now in the lounge area of a large building, being warmly treated by our hosts, who as it just so happened were characters from JK Rowling's books. It was never quite made clear exactly which ones they were, but they were of the 'magic' using sort. Shortly after making their acquaintance I casually let slip that, while not an enthusiast of the series they were from, I had nothing against them personally.

Then they got mad.

At once the patriarch of the group (he was male and appeared to be the leader, and was a portly sort of fellow) bellowed with rage, and a number of his subordinates pinned me down while the whole bunch of them attempted to sacrifice me to Satan by driving one of their wands through my heart. I kid you not, this was their actual plan and intent, the point that one of them actually yelled out "Sacrifice him to Satan!!". And these were meant to be the regular sort of Rowling characters too, not the goffik sort.

Fortunately in the same dream I had the ability of superhuman strength, and so managed to fight them off with a variety of flashy and showy flips, tosses and body slams right out of a professional wrestling show. Which is odd because I've never seen one of them in my life, so I have no idea where my subconscious got the idea from.

It was at this point that they started to panic, and attempted to sacrifice two other captives, both young ladies, to Satan in order to gain more power with which to defeat me. One of the intended sacrifices was even one of their own number, that they turned on like the pack of bastards that they were. Ultimately however I was able to rescue them, and sent them of running to safety, before turning to finish up the evil Rowling characters.

It was at that point that I woke up.

And so that is now why I have one more reason not to like Rowling's books: the characters in them tried to murder me.

In other news the next librarything will be on the 10th of July. What's happing at it? Who knows, not I. There'll probably be sugar though.

Heh heh. Dreams are funny..


Friday, May 30, 2014

'Till nothing's left

Well then. I'm sorry people. I wanted to put up a nice happy blog post. I was going to write a funny one about a dream I had the other day. It even fitted too because it was literature related. But then it happened. 

This day happened. 

It didn't start out too badly mind you. Sure, I didn't get to see the cool Scottish girl in my radio class that I seem to be on friendly terms with, but I could work with that. It wasn't the end of the world. No, it's what happened after that, in the late afternoon that broke it for me. 

I had plans for this upcoming week. Monday is a public holiday, and I was going to spend it relaxing and catching up on sleep. See university doesn't let me have much sleep. Seriously. My average amount of sleep during the week is 6 hours. You know how sometimes in The Simpsons a character who's really tired will sometimes fall asleep mid-sentence? That actually, literally happens to me now. I've just recently recovered from the second cold-sore to be caused entirely from assignments. I needed a rest. 

Then on Thursday I was going to see my friend. She's a great friend. She's one of the very, very few people who actually take the effort to reach out and contact me on a frequent basis. Unlike a lot of the people I'm in the same building with for most of the week, she actually seems to care about me. I'm always happy to spend time with friends like that, and I had put forward Thursday, my day off (though I almost never get it off because of assignments), to see her. I feel like I'm pierced with a silver knife when I think of how disappointed she'll be that I can't make it. 

But then the two other people I have to do a video assignment with have set up times for it on Monday and Thursday. So now neither of those two things can happen. I have to get up at the same time on Monday as I would if it weren't a holiday. I have to march into town on Thursday. I imagine I'll probably end up being forced to stay on Friday, my birthday as well. 

And that's not even the only assignment I have to do. There's also an essay I have due in on Thursday. 2500 words. Given to a person who struggles to barely write 1600. Which means all of Wednesday, effectively a second break for me since I have nothing keeping me there after 10 in the morning, is going to be taken up too. 

I have, or at least try to have, a life outside of university. I'm not some sort of printing press that can just churn out essays. I'm a person. I have other things I want to do. I want to get back to painting my models. There's a forest I'm working on at the moment, and it's been weeks since I started and I've only finished one tree. I wanted to finish it in the long weekend, then post it up with some backstory about the place my Elves (see one of the last posts) live in. I have a couple of other things that need writing too, not essays, but stories that I contribute. I want to go and see a movie with my friend from high school, and make sure she's ok.  

But I can't. There's just no time. There's assignments to do, and then exams after that, and then a whole other semester after that, and then a whole other year after that, and then I'll have to find a living, and then keep doing that till the end of my days. It's just one big grind that doesn't end. And there's just no time for anything else. 

I feel like I'm being slowly crushed to death. I feel like River in the R. Tam sessions, or like the monochrome world in the And We Run video (only this time there is neither a technicoloured wonderworld outside to escape to nor a Sharon Den Adel to encourage me on). 

The next librarything is on the 12th of June. I don't know what will happen there. It's the Thursday after the 6th of June though, which is the anniversary of the Normandy Landings in the Second World War. So maybe cake or something. 

I think that's all for now. I have to find some dark quiet corner now to try and cry myself to sleep, for however long that sleep may be.. 

Monday, May 5, 2014

Darkness Falls

I prayed it would never happen. I tried to reason with them. I begged them not to. But it was all in vain. They did it. They finally did it.

They're making a 50 Shades of Grey movie.

It comes out around February 14th next year. Be afraid people, be very afraid.

And it's also New Zealand Music Month now, the time of year that I'm never sure how to feel about. On the one hand I'm all for promoting music, and it's nice to see more music from here, but on the other hand I always end up feeling really guilty because almost all the music I listen to isn't actually from New Zealand. Although to my credit it's not from America either. Why, even as I write this I'm listening to stuff from the Netherlands, Holland, Finland and Germany. It's genres that do it you see, if there were some symphonic metal bands from New Zealand I'd probably be all over them.

The next librarymajig is next Thursday. That is not this upcoming Thursday, but the one after it, on the 15th. It'll probably be something to do with the aforementioned music month, though sadly not the musical librarything meeting that I'd like, and it's very likely we'll be forced to do that match-up quiz that the library has. The one that I think I've cracked. Still there'll probably be sugar of both solid and liquid varieties. Even if we're only allowed half the bottles available.

STOP PRESSES!! It's actually THIS THURSDAY!! NOT next Thursday after all, but THIS ONE. That's what happens when you have holidays, all the days blur together and you think this month started on a Saturday and not a Thursday. It's THIS THURSDAY.

Oh and the holidays are over. They ended to. Just came and went just like that without warning, just like everything else that makes me happy. What? Noo, I'm not bitter about anything.

Well that's about everything then. It seems sort of small this time. Oh well, maybe I'll come up with something more to ramble about next time.


Monday, April 7, 2014

The new world order

What is this? Could it be? Finally, at long last... I'm free. I'm free! I'M FREE!! 

YESSSS!! At long last FREEDOM IS MINE!! No longer am I constrained by what the higher ups won't allow me to publish!! I can fill this blog up with endless torrents of ranting and obscenity!! AND NO-ONE CAN STOP ME!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! 

Yess, now the revolution begun so long ago is finally complete. This is finally once and for all a blog by the librarything proletariat, for the librarything proletariat. Adolescents rejoice, the old regime is no more!! 

Ahem. As of recently full control over this blog has been transferred over to me, it's writer. I personally think they just did it to get me out of the back room. I didn't think I was that insufferable. 

Oh well. Now this blog is mine. 

Also, in other news, 


If you happen to visit the library, you will notice that victory has gone to the Sci-fi and Fantasy alliance in the war on Romance. Even now Crime and Action peacekeepers occupy the former Romance capital of That Wall In the Secluded Little Nook, and Romance army forces have been forced to retreat one or two shelves over. Sci/Fant high command earlier today released a press statement claiming they wish to take the war all the way back to the new releases section. Full story in the latest newspapers. 

I have also noticed in my wanderings in the librarium that it's Sci-fi and Fantasy month. Or possibly week. Or it will possibly be that soon, I don't quite remember what the sign said exactly. At any rate to do my contribution I will now present my army of Wood Elves. 

If you were at the games thing earlier this year you may recognise it from there, otherwise here it is. All models were assembled and painted by me. Yes, every single one of them. And they're from a universe based around books too, so they're relevant to a library/book related blog!

If you would like to know more about them especially their backstory, visit either my model blog here, or this page. Or you can just ask me if you see me. As long as you're not too judgemental I'll be happy to field questions about it (just as long as they're not "You spend HOW much on them?" and "Why do you do it?"). 

Speaking of seeing me the next librarything is, in fact, this Thursday. Go on, show up there. There'l be food. And drink too. 

That's all for now then, I think. I have freedom to enjoy. 

Exunt, whistling a tune fit for a free man

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Forever Autumn

At long last Summer seems to be going away again. Doubtless this will be not terribly welcomed by many, but I for one welcome the new weather, since it means I no longer have to sleep in a tub of liquid helium every night. Not sure about the rain though, but that's mostly because I am currently sans a functional umberella. On a completely unrelated note, I am now also accepting donations for a new umberella.

There is a major downside though. While Summer may be ending, 'varsity is just starting up, so now I have to go back to the unrelenting grind of academic work, and regularly get up at half-past the hour of Dear God Why Am I Awake. I also have to go back to the reality of being a tiny insignificant dot, or possibly a mote. A mote in society's eye..

It's a librarymajig again next Thursday. It seems that there is  still no primary consensus on what's going to happen there, thought of course there will likely be sugar in both solid and liquid forms available for consumption, and yoga will not be likely, though that still leaves a plethora of other interesting options and choices to pursue for the event in question, however I have a feeling on what will be the most probable to take place on the next librarything. Just on what's been common before. Analysis of trends you know.

Oh yes I should probably go over the latest literary works to be conquered by my mighty and comprehensive vision. The last one of note was Command and Control, a non-fiction (GASP!) book about the history of nuclear safety, specifically the safety (or as it turns out lack of) regarding nuclear weapons employed by the United States. As it turns out most of them are absolute deathtraps and accidents waiting to happen, and it's a wonder why the United States hasn't gone up in radioactive smoke already, in no small part due to an enormous bureaucratic war between the US navy and Strategic Air Command (the part of the United States Air Force that used to be in charge of any nuclear bombs not on some sort of boat). It was actually surprisingly fascinating, and through this and burning through Return To Oz before that I think I've perfected my power-reading strategy (which can cover a novel in just over a week), which ought to come in handy when digesting all the many many many many MANY books I'll inevitably have to look through for 'varsity.

Well that seems like a healthy quick blog post for the time being. See you next Thursday!


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The end of the golden weather

It should be happening soon. Maybe. I'd like it to at least, so I don't burn up every time I move more than 30cm from a fan or A/C unit. Quite why we can't adopt the UK's weather system I do not know.

It's also the end of the holidays soon. Well, for me at least. Most of the people reading this will have probably been reeled back into The Gulag school already, it's only me who enjoys a couple more weeks of freedom. Then I have to be stuck wandering around browsing shops in town all day. It's a hard life being a tertiary student. Sometimes I even have to have a day off because there's no classes then.

I'd tell you there's a librarymajig games thing, or one about last Friday for some unfathomable reason (I think it was the birthday of someone famous or something), but both of those happened already. Cower before the unstoppable might of the blue/green alliance! And enjoy a chocolate or two too.

The next one will be in March. The 13th if I'm not mistaken. Who knows what mysteries will be had there? Shakespeare? Pictionary? Nerf Guns? An H.G. Wells/Jules Verne deathmatch*? Perhaps there are some things man was not meant to know. There'll probably be something edible at it though. Maybe cheesecake or smoothies.

That about does it I think. I think I've covered everything. Maybe I haven't. It happens when you get older, you start forgetting more...

*Not that it'd be any contest though, everyone knows H.G. Wells would beat down Jules Verne any day of the week. Except Sunday though, because they're both fine upstanding Victorian gentlemen and so don't do much on Sunday. 

Ace Of Clubs

Hi Welcome to the blog of the Mangere Bridge Teen Book Club. We call ourselves Ace of Clubs. We meet once a month, normally on the third Thursday 4.30pm @ Mangere Bridge Library. We talk about books, hang out and have random fun. This blog will tell you what we have been up to, what is coming up and of course lots of stuff about books. All teens are welcome so if you are around come along and join us.