[on a “Dredd” sequel] “It’s not off the agenda. Clearly everyone has woken up to the fact that an audience has found this movie and loves it. It’s entirely possible, and if people want to see another installment then they should be vocal about that, because it can happen. The power of fandom can resurrect projects. In fact, that’s what happened with “Star Trek”. They weren’t going to do a third season until fans did a letter-writing campaign and they continued that series.”
I’m laughing so hard because today my mom received a heartfelt letter from Donald Trump begging for campaign contributions. They even included a prewritten response. And even with all that it reads and is formatted like a 10th grader’s English assignment.
I seriously hate the way women are often treated in nerdy communities. I’m talking about the science fiction community in particular since it’s what I’m most involved in, but it’s just as terrible in other nerdy subcultures too. We’re treated with suspicion, as “fake geek girls” unless we can pass their tests.
Science Fiction owes its very existence to women! It’s generally agreed upon by multiple experts (Isaac Asimov being one) that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was the very first science fiction novel. Just to elaborate science fiction was invented by a nineteen year old feminist. If she showed up to any geek space today how many men would shun her? How many would accuse her of just trying to impress Percy Shelley?
Star Trek? It owes its popularity to its female fans. It was the Trekkie housewives that started the letter writing campaign when it was cancelled after season two. It was the female fans and their zines that started this fandom. And yet, just a couple years ago my brother was complaining about girls in the audience of Star Trek into Darkness. In his opinion they were only there for Benedict Cumberbatch. Admittedly I have so many problems with both AOS as a whole and the casting of Cumberbatch as Kahn ( Seriously he could have been Gary Mitchell or Sybok or any non-POC character. And say this as a Cumberbatch fan.) Even if they were there for Cumberbatch, I don’t see why he couldn’t be happy that others were discovering something he enjoyed. (I love my brother, but he can be a jerk.)
I remember when Peter Capaldi was cast as the Doctor how people were celebrating the fact that now the Doctor wasn’t a young, handsome man anymore, the young female fans would go away. Meanwhile, as one of those young female fans I was excited to see a Oscar winning actor play the Doctor. ( Although I never expected the first Doctor to win an Oscar would win it for best short film.) As a young female fan I’ve adored Capaldi over the years and am sad to see him go, and optimistic that they’ll finally cast a woman or POC Doctor.
I’m a woman, I’m a nerd, I’m a geek. And I’m proud to be all three.
If you haven’t heard by now, then I’m writing to let you know that I’m in Holden. I hear you’re an ambassador on the Emperor’s Council. Congratulations are in order. I’ve been debating whether or not I should see you since I heard you were here, strange isn’t it? I suppose I am somewhat anxious seeing you as we haven’t spoken for some time…
The Progressive takes a particular cause and spends millions of dollars on it, organizes protests, letter writing campaigns, and employs pressure tactics concerning it. He propogates it within the university, publishes countless books to support it, promotes it endlessly through media channels, and then tells us that the reason things have changed in society is because “history” has decided upon it.
Elizabeth spends her days tutoring Hope Valley’s
children after school while continuing to fight for her rightful job as their teacher. Abigail and Cody spearhead a letter-writing campaign for Elizabeth’s
reinstatement while an unexpected ally steps in on Elizabeth’s behalf. Henry Gowen continues to act as the puppet of Ray Wyatt, who remains intent on
controlling the town and its inhabitants. Meanwhile, Bill Avery redoubles his efforts
to locate the missing witness, an accountant whose testimony could help bring Gowen to justice
once and for all. Jack attends the funeral of a young Mountie who died in service
and begins to question his own devotion to duty.
I thought perhaps it was the lateness of the hour and the
weariness of my eyes last night that caused the tears to run down my face right
from the first moment of the episode: I lost it as soon as I heard dear sweet
Yamazaki’s voice dictating his final report as the member of the Protectors of
Edo, the Shinsengumi. Switching up Swimy’s ending song to the opening sequence instead just made me cry harder. When I watched the episode again tonight, though evening had only just fallen, and the same thing happened to me, Niagara Falls all the way, I was relieved to
know that my tears hadn’t been due to exhaustion, that in fact the sadness I
had felt and was experiencing again, was indeed completely genuine.
This episode means so much to me because it perfectly
brought to life the moment that started my letter-writing campaign to you. As
silly and most likely futile as my efforts might be, as soon as I started doing
this I instantly realized how important it was to me to properly express my
gratitude to you for all the joy you have brought and continue to bring to me
on an almost weekly basis, whether it’s through the pages of your manga or by
the way of the anime. I still regret not writing to you sooner; I should have
started as soon as I fell in love with Gintoki right when he was introduced. But
much like Gin-chan, I am a lazy person by nature, and therefore as much as I
loved him and Gintama, and shipped Gintoki/Hijikata with the fervor of a
thousand shippers, I did not do anything proactive about my love and
appreciation, even as my affection grew in spades over the years. In fact,
somewhere along the line, I actually started shamefully falling behind on both
your manga and anime, since even as much as I loved Gintama, I began to take it
for granted, figuring that it will always be there waiting for me. The fact
that the anime always came back further lulled me into a false sense of
But then, towards the beginning of last year or maybe at the
end of the year before, I got word that the anime was returning yet again and
also, most importantly, that I have been missing out on a pretty epic arc that
was taking place in the manga. It finally hit me then just how much I had been
grossly neglecting Gintama and how I should really hit the books again to see what
I’ve been missing. In doing so, I almost flipped out when the truth of just how
much I missed really struck me since I dove in right when you were in the
middle of the Shogun Assassination Arc. It
felt a bit like experiencing whiplash, as all of a sudden all these important events
were happening. Little did I know that arc would just be the tip of a pretty
epic iceberg. I also quickly realized
that I needed to do a lot of back-tracking since I missed just so damn much and
had forgotten even more than that. As a result, even though I was probably less
than 100 chapters behind at that point (I think I missed out on most of 2014
chapters), I actually started over from around chapter 200 and quickly caught
up to chapter 520-something within just a short 2 and a half weeks span of
time. If I did not have real life obligations I would have probably finished
sooner. Revisiting the old chapters of Gintama felt like returning to a land of
endless joy: a place I didn’t want to leave and couldn’t even remember why I would
leave it in the first place.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it looks like Trump is actually making America great again. Just look at the progress made since the election: 1. Unprecedented levels of ongoing civic engagement. 2. Millions of Americans now know who their state and federal representatives are without having to google. 3. Millions of Americans are exercising more. They’re holding signs and marching every week. 4. Alec Baldwin is great again. Everyone’s forgotten he’s kind of a jerk. 5. The Postal Service is enjoying the influx cash due to stamps purchased by millions of people for letter and postcard campaigns. 6. Likewise, the pharmaceutical industry is enjoying record growth in sales of anti-depressants. 7. Millions of Americans now know how to call their elected officials and know exactly what to say to be effective. 8. Footage of town hall meetings is now entertaining. 9. Tens of millions of people are now correctly spelling words like emoluments, narcissist, fascist, misogynist, holocaust and cognitive dissonance. 10. Everyone knows more about the rise of Hitler than they did last year. 11. Everyone knows more about legislation, branches of power and how checks and balances work. 12. Marginalized groups are experiencing a surge in white allies. 13. White people in record numbers have just learned that racism is not dead. (See #6) 14. White people in record numbers also finally understand that Obamacare IS the Affordable Care Act. 15. Stephen Colbert’s "Late Night” finally gained the elusive #1 spot in late night talk shows, and Seth Meyers is finding his footing as today’s Jon Stewart. 16. “Mike Pence” has donated millions of dollars to Planned Parenthood since Nov. 9th. 17. Melissa FREAKING McCarthy. 18. Travel ban protesters put $24 million into ACLU coffers in just 48 hours, enabling them to hire 200 more attorneys. Lawyers are now heroes. 19. As people seek veracity in their news sources, respected news outlets are happily reporting a substantial increase in subscriptions, a boon to a struggling industry vital to our democracy. 20. Live streaming court cases and congressional sessions are now as popular as the Kardashians. 21. Massive cleanup of facebook friend lists. 22. People are reading classic literature again. Sales of George Orwell’s “1984” increased by 10,000% after the inauguration. (Yes, that is true. 10,000%. 9th grade Lit teachers all over the country are now rock stars.) 23. More than ever before, Americans are aware that education is important. Like, super important. 24. Now, more than anytime in history, everyone believes that anyone can be President. Seriously, anyone.“
Raphael shoved Simon back, acutely aware of the werewolves behind him. His fangs scrapped against the roof of his mouth, drawing his own blood. Worried about the scent, he swallowed it.
It hadn’t started out bad. Newly ascended Simon wanting to take his undead boyfriend out for a romantic moonlight stroll through the graveyard. It was like a Buffy episode. (Not that Raphael had seen Buffy, or cried when Angel lost his soul, of course not)
And like most Buffy episodes, things had gone wrong fast.
The full moon shone through the trees. Simon’s hand was warm in Raphael’s hand. Whenever he was without Simon, he forgot what warm felt like.
“And then I told Jace that the point of Mortal Combat wasn’t to reunite Baraka and Mileena and then got all uppity and said that ‘no child should grow up without a father’ and how he was gonna start a letter writing campaign. And then he went on about how it was ridiculous for them to be dressed like that - and yeah he’s not wrong, but then Izzy jumped in and now she’s writting letters about fanservice and it’d be different if they could chose what they wore but they’re not real and then Alec kept pointing out flaws in the weapons and long story short, no Lightwoods allowed at game night ever. Who’d have thought Magnus would be the best behaved?”
Raphael bit back a smile, remembering the last time him, Ragnor, Magnus and Catarina had attempted a game night. Ragnor had claimed all the green pieces and Bane had attempted to add glitter to his game piece. Catarina had kicked them out not even half an hour later. Her and Raphael had tea and watched Criminal Minds the rest of the night.
“I can’t imagine Bane tame - perhaps that says something about the company you keep.”
“Hey! I keep you don’t I?”
“Says the 1000 year old vampire still in his emo phase.”
“I’ll have you kn-” a twig snapped. Both of them turned, looking for the source of the noise in the darkness.
It was Raphael who smelled it.
“Werewolves.” He breathed, letting go of Simon’s hand.
“Run.” Raphael whispered, shooing him.
“….I’m not leaving you.”
Another branch snapped closer.
“I’m not asking you too.”
“Go. I’ll take care of it.”
“You most certainly will not! I’m a shadowhunter! And we’re only in danger if they’re breaking the accords.”
“You’re a shadowhunter walking out with a vampire on the full moon- you think we aren’t asking for it just a little?”
“….I’m not leaving you.”
Another branch snapped closer.
“I’m not asking you too.”
A low growl sounded, followed by three more. Realistically, Raphael knew wolves played tricks to scare prey. But Simon was looking paler and paler and the only thing that he could focus on was the beat of Simon’s heart and the perpetual chant in his head, “protect protect protect”.
The wolves lunged, knocking Raphael down. Simon yanked him up, grabbed his hand and sprinted.
“Do you have your blades?”
“Would I be running if I did?”
“Dios, Lewis, where are they?”
“At home! I didn’t think I’d need them for our date!”
They stopped in a clearing, surrounded by trees. Raphael shoved Simon back, towards the shadows. If they were gonna hurt Simon, they’d do it with his blood on their teeth.
“You should have ran.”
“You should stop…give me a minute we ran 3 miles, God.”
“They let you ascend?”
The Three werewolves caught up, circling them.
Raphael puffed up his chest and growled. He let go, a little, listened to the animal screaming for him to rip out their entrails. He’d had a date.
The biggest wolf growled back, backing up before throwing itself at him.
The claws tear into his shirt, tangling into his cross and snapping the chain.
Then, it stopped. The wolf looked up, growled, and ran off.
“Hey! Flea bags!” Simon shouted, throwing another rock at the overgrown great dane on top of Raphael.
“Leave him alone! Do you know who I am? Shadowhunter extraordinaire, Jace Herondale! You heard me! Valentine’s arrow! The Clave’s unlikely hero! Alec Lightwood’s boyfriend! You’ve heard of me!” Simon shouted, tossing another rock. Absently, he wondered if Werewolves were even capable of recognizing human speech, much less remembering Shadowhunters and their reputations.
“Remember me? I bet your asses in the Hunter’s Moon!”
The wolf ontop of Raphael stiffened. As it ran towards him, he had one thought. 'Jace really needs to work on his species relations.’
Raphael saw Simon fall and screamed. He ran to the wolves, biting hard into one. It whined under him and flailed. Raphael just saw Simon falling.
He bats at the one that tries to jump on him, biting down harder.
Simon Simon Simon
He feels the wolf go lax and releases it. He turned to the smallest one still standing.
He falls to his knees by Simon, the wolf blood around his mouth drying.
Simon Simon Simon
His eyes are wet and before he can think, can try and logic his way out of it, to compartmentalize, he’s sobbing.
He can’t think, can only see Simon, far too pale against grass.
He pulls him up, to his chest, shaking him.
“Dios, daylighter, Despertarse, Despertarse, dios, Daylighter. You survived hell, ascension, you can’t die like this!”
Tears ran down his face and he feels himself splitting. Simon Simon Simon.
He lets Simon go lax in his arms, shaking to hard to support him.
Simon wakes up too Raphael’s bare chest. Not the worst sight, honestly.
Raphael’s shaking and covered in blood. He can hear him, sobbing.
“Raphael? Raphael?” He sits up, still baracated in his arms.
“Hey, Raphael,” he wraps the sobbing boy in his arms.
He pressed Raphael close and pushed his head down so it feel into his shoulder.
'I almost died, could you maybe call me my first name?“
"Chingate” Raphael sobbed, gasping.
“Shhh. Just breath okay. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”
He loses track of how long they sat there, Raphael bathing in the warmth of Simon. The voice finally silent, content.
A very rare reference book, “The Universes of E.E. Smith” (1966). Not well remembered today, the Lensmen and Skylark of Space were a huge deal to the first few decades of scifi fandom. Written by Bill Evans and illustrated by Betty Jo “Bjo” Trimble, both significant figures in early fandom. Bill Evans was a member of First Fandom, and Bjo was a figure in fanzines and at WorldCon before leading Star Trek letter writing campaigns.
I am now 51 and work hard to support my family, I will be ok. I have had the luck to be a straight white man in America. This thought is never far from my mind when I see Ferguson, or homeless veterans, or Flint, or the battles that my gay friends have had to endure. I will never ever believe anything other than the fact that Bernie Sanders is not only the best person running for president, but that he is the best American to be president.
Now is your time, this is it my young friends, fuck twitter, fuck facebook, fuck instagram, fuck comcast, fuck all of the pointless arguing on Reddit, ignore the tools of corporate slavery that they dangle in front of your faces. Cast aside the Bread and Circuses, throw down the bread and fucking circuses. You have a chance to make history, take it. Grab it in your hands and don’t let go, fuck the corporate media, fuck the bigots and hypocrites, you can prove that America is the country that Bernie and I and you and the vast majority of Americans believe it is.
Get the fuck out there and talk to people, don’t wait, this is your moment to tell the corporations that we control this country and that their time is over. Take a good long look at Bernie and his history and his life, other than the contrived “social media profile” we are misled to believe that he needs to get elected; he doesn’t need twitter, or facebook, or a fucking limosine, or some bullshit religious claptrap. All he needs is shoeleather, a tank of gas, and his voice. Be that person, turn off your phone, stop staring at an LED screen, get yourself face to face with other Americans and explain what you believe and why it is best for America. I will bet that they believe that too,.
Finally, work for local campaigns, Bernie’s election won’t mean shit if he is held back by the Republicans in the Congress. You have 11 months to change America, don’t waste a single day.
Make me proud /r/sandersforpresident.
I’ve spent decades working to get Bernie to this moment, take the baton and get him to the motherfucking White House.
After submitting a photo for @amiscellaneouscollaboration‘s “I Heart Galavant” campaign, I thought I would put my own spin on the graphic for my first ever Galavant fan art.
In case you don’t know, the entire Galavant fandom is fighting to get the show renewed for a third season. The deadline for all petitions, letters and campaigns (like the one I talked about earlier) is May 12th, so if you’re a fan of the show and haven’t already, help out the fandom! For more information on all the things you can do to help and to stay updated, go follow @roadtogalavant , @gaalavant and @sir-galavant (I think these are the main fan blogs, idk if I missed any, so sorry if I did)
The space shuttle orbiter prototype was commissioned by NASA in 1972 and built at the Dryden Aircraft Operations Facility in Palmdale, California, in 1974-76. Its original name, Constitution, was changed to Enterprise by President Gerald Ford in response to a letter writing campaign undertaken by Star Trek fans. On 17 September 1976, Enterprise, rolled out of the Palmdale manufacturing facilities and was greeted by NASA officials and cast members from the Star Trek television series.
From left to right they are: NASA Administrator Dr. James D. Fletcher; DeForest Kelley, who portrayed Dr. “Bones” McCoy on the series; George Takei (Mr. Sulu); James Doohan (Chief Engineer Montgomery “Scotty” Scott); Nichelle Nichols (Lt. Uhura); Leonard Nimoy (Mr. Spock); series creator Gene Roddenberry; U.S. Rep. Don Fuqua (D.-Fla.); and, Walter Koenig (Ensign Pavel Chekov).
Enterprise was designed to perform test flights in the atmosphere. It was constructed without engines or a functional heat shield, and was therefore not capable of spaceflight.
On January 31, 1977, the shuttle was taken by road to Dryden Flight Research Center at Edwards Air Force Base, to begin operational testing. It was lifted into flight on the back of a modified Boeing 747, from which it then decoupled.
Placed in Dynamic Test Stand at the George C. Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, on 13 March 1978, the shuttle orbiter underwent the Mated Vertical Ground Vibration test. The test marked the first time that the entire Space Shuttle-an orbiter, an external tank and two solid rocket boosters-were mated together. The purpose of the vibration tests was to verify whether the shuttle performed its launch configuration as predicted.