This has nothing to do with today’s theme. A kiss-off, if you will.
So, friend and code magician Chris made this thing yesterday:
It makes poems out of interactive fiction, and I dig everything about it. I dig what it creates and what it uses to create it. I especially dig that the poem emerges from the places the robots meet. I find that oddly romantic. Robot romance? I SAID IT. They’re crawling around in that tangle of words, spitting poetry like sparks whenever they collide. (See? ROMANTIC.)
I’m very into this.
I retweeted this blog post yesterday. You should read it.
I think about this stuff a lot. I’m pretty vocal about my feminism, and popular media is one of my great bugbears. But, as a writer, even I have to remember to consciously check my biases. I write fictional words that are dark and difficult, and my instinct is to populate them with men.
Waiting for wine and gossip.
Here’s the end of that same scene from AFTER, because some of you asked for it — and because I lost tonight writing a post on gender in media that I need someone to sanity check for me tomorrow. Just you wait!