Seventeen

Altered Seventeen magazine covers from artist Carmen Burguess.

Worldbuilding Wednesday 3/6/19: Short and Sweet

Genevieve Tasi, The Kill Party

Sometimes you don’t want a name that’s too long or complicated for a gaming character… something short and easy to say. Here’s a few.

Short Names

Ghanin

Choart

Armsin

Opan

Zasn

Chard

Chaer

Othan

Torzan

Milven

Gandrud

Jandal

Zulsh

Lurth

Krind

Marn

Vitchun

Amun

Uvan

Sephin

Chars

Gyrn

Charl

Joforn

Elz

Seph

Dazsh

Olans

Pantch

Opam

Perex

Yaschn

Charph

Minshon

Pantun

Jaen

Khin

Kiv

Bharn

Genyn

Prisn

Jaln

Ralb

Larn

Hydh

Erezh

Pench

Phaan

Yascht

Prisk

Zylphe

Jairg

Irad

Ving

Lisn

Japhym

Olan

Anth

Vangu

Olanch

The Orca Exploded

Mural by the talented street artist Nychos

Worldbuilding Wednesday 2/27/19: Let’s Talk About Chicago

John Hancock Tower, Chicago

The pyramidal, futuristic skyscraper originally known as John Hancock tower. The radio antennae give it the appearance of a testy bull, entirely appropriate for this city.

I’ve always thought Chicago had a special ring to it. It’s both soft, and hard, and rolls easily off the tongue (as I also noted for the name Christopher.) It improves any other word it’s paired with. The Chicago Cubs. Chicago pizza. Chicago Transit Authority. It’s the subject of a famous poem that is famously misquoted:

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling…

(It’s Hog Butcher for the World, not the Nation)

The name itself is derived from a Native American word for a type of wild onion, shikaakwa. Chicago also has nicknames like The Windy City, Chi-Town, and Second City (as in the Second City comedy troupe) but to my mind it doesn’t really need them. Chicago is enough.

Need a name that’s like Chicago, without being Chicago? Here are some choices.

Variations on Chicago

Chalinago

Tricago

Chandrisogo

Checaza

Chalcotho

Shumeto

Chussano

Chrisotho

Caboncho

Davano

Shobeldo

Candellego

Nicabo

Sjallinago

Rhecava

Chansaya

Mimelko

Chumigo

Chicadi

Shansado

Vicago

Chansano

Knight’s End

Her Cold Embrace, by Michael Macrae

Tales of knights in shining armor don’t always end happily.

Worldbuilding Wednesday 2/20/19: Coffee Houses

Cuppa angst, anyone?

The inhabitants of Seattle drink more coffee than in any other American city, and we also boast more independent coffee houses than other American city. The trend began when Starbucks opened its first store in Pike Place Market in 1971, and really began to take off in the late 1980s and early 1990s.  As a person I was more into tea than coffee when I first moved here, but that all changed when I chose an espresso machine as a Boeing employee commendation gift, and I’ve never looked back.

My personal favorites over the years include the Meowtropolitan Cafe, where one can drink and spend time with adult cats in a kitty wonderland jungle gym, and Sip and Ship where you can drink and mail packages at the same time. I was also fond of Ventoux Coffee, which had a pop-up trailer near a local secondhand store specializing in 1960s Scandinavian household furnishings whose owner taught my dog to dance for snacks.  The Couth Buzzard used bookstore on Greenwood boasts a coffee bar in addition to books and a community jam space. Alas, Espresso Dental further down the arterial doesn’t offer coffee anymore, just tooth whitening services, which perhaps is sorely needed.

Do you need a name for a coffee shop where your characters like to hang out… as in FriendsCentral Perk? Here are a randomgenned few.

Coffee Houses

The Brew Zoo

Hoppin’ Mocha

Coffee Shark

Café Retro

Mosh to Midnight

Grindhouse Kitten

Java Sisters

Cup Town

Grounds for Buzz

Mocha-Lux

Roastopia

Perky Express

Parlor Espresso

Bean Alert

Island Buzz

Coffee Dutchman

Coffee Dragon

Shambala Bean

The Good Morning Bus

Retro Roast

Espresso Plantation

The Xtreme Bean

Mugville

Java Bird

Coffee Jock

Eden Roast

The Double Shot Room

Village Brew

Inside the Clown

I’m not rolling on the floor with laughter. Neither is the dog.

Saga, Vol. 1 [Review]

Saga, Vol. 1

by Brian K. Vaughan (Writer), Fiona Staples (Artist)
Image Comics, 2012

The Saga saga seems to be a graphic novel favorite among readers who don’t ordinarily read graphic novels. The buzz on it has been very good since the series began, and the Goodreads and Amazon ratings high. It was even recommended to me, and friends don’t usually do that.

So I read Volume 1 and…ehhh…

I admit the story moves, the artwork is good, the characters are diverse and rounded; they are not clichés. The themes are adult, dealing with moral ambiguity, parenthood, sex, and love. There’s no juvenilia; the sex scenes are frank. There’s a sly, snarky sense of humor.

So why didn’t I like it?

Because none of it made any friggin’ sense.

Saga is set in a sort of space opera universe as depicted on the covers of 1930s and 1940s pulp magazines. Robots, magic, mythological creatures, and spaceships all co-exist. As in Star Wars, this galaxy is long ago and far away. There’s an intergalactic war going on which is never explained, as in who is fighting for what and why. One side utilizes winged humans as mercenaries, and they wield firearms and ray guns. The other uses horned humanoids, and they use swords and magic. Graphically, this is intriguing, as in the “Wings” have insect, bat, bird, etc. wings, and the “horns” sheep, gazelle, bull, and unicorn horns. All are different, and individuals. (Which, if they are actual species, doesn’t make sense, but none of this really makes sense.) The trouble begins when a Wing woman and a Horn man have an affair, then desert their platoons and run away together with their newly born daughter, causing consternation on both sides.

Why this miscegenation is so alarming is never explained. I can guess it’s because *gasp!* having both wings and horns, the child is destined to become this universe’s equivalent of Satan, or whatever.

So, the Horns hire a bounty hunter known as The Will to bring the couple back, while the Wings ask a character called Prince Robot to do the same. Prince Robot is from a planet of robots who all have video camera heads, but human bodies… they even have sex, doggy-style being a preferred position. Again, this is not explained. Nor is this monarch’s name. Are all the royal family called Robot? What about the plebian robots? It’s like having a human king named Mr. Human or Mr. Man. Do robots nurse their young? If not, why does the female robot have breasts?

Anyway, Prince Robot goes on the hunt for the deserters, and he’s really not a bad sort. But he runs into a bounty huntress called The Stalk who’s also after the runaway couple. She has the form of an enormous spider at least 8 feet in radius, topped by the armless torso of a multi-eyed goth chick.

“I know a thing or two about this game.”

The character is supremely creepy when encountered at the turn of the page, and of course the reader’s reaction is negative. But then, it turns out The Stalk is the sometime girlfriend of The Will, both belonging to the Bounty Hunter brotherhood, or something, and when Prince Robot shoots her, The Will is pissed. He vows revenge on the Prince, who is appealingly clueless… sort of like French comedian Jacques Tati as Monsieur Hurlot. But despite his being one of the “bad guys” The Will has more of a moral compass than you’d think. When he visits an interstellar brothel, he’s offered a ten-year-old girl to torture and rape. Disgusted, he shoots the brothel’s owner and takes the girl away so she can have her freedom.

This kind of moral complexity… along with the WTF’edness of the universe, and the clever writing… is what kept me reading, just to see how it would all turn out. But, it was all a bit too silly for me. The dialogue at times was too self-consciously hip and sitcom-like, as in one exchange where the couple, being alone and frightened, play a truth-or-dare game with each other, and the woman says “I enjoy the taste of my own breast milk” in response to some question. It was so out there it was almost a parody of itself, like something you’d see in Heavy Metal magazine mocking the psychedelic, boob-heavy stories that appeared earlier in that magazine’s publishing history.

At the end of Volume 1, when the couple find a forest of rocket trees (yes, rocket ships, fully furnished, that grow like trees) and blast off to safety, I said “Hmm, that’s what all the buzz is about” and closed the book.

But, if anyone else wants to check it out, go ahead. Maybe what bothered me about it wouldn’t bother you.