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    Fleur de Lis
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    Buckley, WA
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    How does that work, anyway?
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    History, RPGs, woodworking, costuming, animation, fiction.

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  1. Fhaolan

    What is "canon"?

    Being 'in canon' is a lot like someone acting 'in character', in my opinion. It's an assumption that the viewer makes in order to make a cohesive narrative from disparate sources. And by sources, I mean the creators themselves, not the different types of media. Writer 'X' will craft a story based on their own headcanon, irregardless of whether they are doing it when paid by Hasbro or for their own enjoyment. And also consider that the writers don't control the final product. No one person really does.For example, I was at Babscon a couple of years ago at a panel for some of the comic artists. I asked them if the comics were a true collaborative effort between the artists and writers with the script and art bouncing back and forth between them, basically what was the comic workflow. And one guy said, "I use the Marvel Method. I get a general outline/plot from the writers, I do the layout and drawings, and then send it back to the writers to add dialog. Each time it's a single hand-off, no 'could you change this?' stuff going on. There's no time for that." Another said, "I get a script, then I draw whatever I want. The writers don't get a say in it once they pass the ball to me. And then the Letterer can make up dialog to replace what I've penciled in." The TV show is... slightly more regulated, as I understand it... but only slightly. The 'Showrunner' is really the only one in the right place to be tracking and correcting canon, and they've got a lot of other things they need to be doing that are more important.
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    An upsided plushie pattern would probably work for constructing one, the only problem would be the cutie-mark. Those things are made of wide swaths of solid colors for a reason, fussy stitching is tricky, and that kind of fabric doesn't take after-the-fact paint or dye well.
  3. Fhaolan

    Was your internet ever locked down as a kid?

    Heh. The internet didn't exist when I was a kid. I guess there were BBS's starting when I was 16 or so, but they were more annoying than useful. The long-distance charges to get to anything worthwhile was painful enough. So no, my parents didn't have the option to lock down my 'internet' access.
  4. Hrmmmm. In my opinion, I think what this needs is a couple of inkscape-drawn paper-cut-out-style trees in the background to break up the flat ground (on the right, maybe, for balance?), and possibly some faint pinprick stars in the sky. As much as I would normally try to add the moon in as well, I have a feeling that would change the mood of the picture too much so I recommend against that. Other than that, cool.
  5. gramps staff back in tow....vill(ag)e?

  6. Eh, to be honest the entire concept of 'canon' is a bit off in my mind. There's enough things in the show that contradicts itself that I can't get too worked up about it. Mind you, I've been trained to think that way by growing up with a show that was pretty anti-canon in general: Doctor Who. Internal contradictions, references to outside show continuity (various comics, magazines, novels, etc.) and the like kinda destroy the whole 'what is canon' question. Personally, I look at it as what we see is what the participants believe happened. It's not necessarily the *truth*, but given Twilight is our main point-of-view character, then the movie is what *she* thinks is the truth.
  7. Uhm... Only counting cars I've actually owned... (pull in my family, and things get weird) 1. My first car was a 1986 Suzuki Samurai. Totaled when a guy in a Oldsmobile ran into the back of it when it was parked, and took it several blocks balanced on his hood. Tore the rear axle right off. 2. 1989 Honda Accord. Threw a rod on the highway one day. 3. 1995 Honda CRV. Moved across country to Victoria B.C., where I didn't really need a car of my own. Driving anywhere meant taking the ferry anyway, so why bother? I just rented on the other side of the ferry the few times I went to the mainland. 4. 1997 Honda CRV. - Might no count. This was a lease, once I moved out of Victoria B.C. to Washington State. Proved to me that a leased car wasn't really a good idea for my situation. Might work for other people, just not me. The leasing company threw a fit at me because I crossed the border in 'their' car too often, so I cancelled the lease. 5. 1999 Honda Insight. - Got to the point the battery pack needed to be replaced. Would have cost more than replacing the car entirely, so we did that. 7. 2003 Dodge Ram 3500 - Farm truck, still running. 6. 2009 Nissan Rogue - Main vehicle, still running. Mostly Hondas because once you've got a Honda because like most car makes, you usually get the best trade-in value when replacing it with the same make. Especially since I'm usually replacing my car when I *have* to for one reason or another.
  8. Fhaolan

    Option to use awards as badges?

    Oh, and just so I don't forget: There were some special 'ranks' that I think might be better suited to badges, such as 'Guest of Honor' and the like. Again, lower priority stuff, but it might be worth a mini-project to sort that out.
  9. Fhaolan

    Option to use awards as badges?

    When I was admin here, that idea was on my list of things to investigate to see if it was at least *possible*, as the award system was brand new for us. Unfortunately, I never did get around to it before I retired. @Jeric's probably got it on his list now.
  10. Thank You for the follow, New Friend! :-D

  11. 90's? The 90's weren't that great. Mind you, I'm a 70's kid, so that colors my perceptions. Most people in Western cultures think the decade they were a child were the best, except for some notable exceptions (say, the 40's or so), because that's the time they weren't aware of the really awful stuff that the adults were dealing with. For me, the 90's were something of a dark time. The first Gulf War, the Superstorm, the Concordia University massacre, the Oklahoma bombing, Columbine, Cretien, the Quebec referendum, so on and so forth.
  12. Fhaolan

    Movies/TV how long has the Star Trek fanbase been around?

    The first Star Trek fanzine was published in September, 1967. The term 'Trekkie' was coined about that same time. However, the fandom didn't really get visible to the mainstream until after the original show was cancelled. So basically, the fandom existed almost instantly (1966), but it really didn't get momentum going until about 1970 or so. Remember that the fandom developed entirely by snail-mail, and these fanzines were created using typewriters and mimeograph printing machines; instant communication via the Internet and publishing software didn't exist then, and even photocopiers were still rare, so it's pretty darn impressive.
  13. Fhaolan

    What is your ethnicity(s)

    Depends on how far back you go, really, and what you count as 'ethnicity'. I'm about as Northern European as you can get. My Mum is from London, England, and my Dad is from Barrow-in-Furness, also England (but Northern). But go steps further back and you get Irish Traveller, Frankish German, Pictish Scot, Icelandic Norse, and so on. My family has always been in motion, really.
  14. Fhaolan

    General Have you ever gotten stung by bees?

    Oh yes, all the time. Most of my friends and family are allergic, so I get sent in to deal with things. Usually without being told what the heck I'm going in for as I don't speak 'AAAAAAAAAAAA!' very well. It could be a mouse, a spider, or a four foot around wasp nest for all I know.
  15. Fhaolan

    Spooky Story Time

    Gather round young fillies and colts, while I tell you a story. A true story, or at least it is true that it is a story... My maternal grandfather was a turbine engineer by profession. In England during World War II, he had worked in a factory training and supervising women to assemble detonators for bombs and the like. This is where he met my grandmother, who had taken a liking to him and pelted him with springs from said detonators until he asked her out, and eventually married her. Knowing my grandmother she was still throwing springs at him right up until the ceremony. And possibly years later. After the war ended, he, his wife, and their young daughter (my mother) immigrated to Canada where he worked on the giant generators on Niagara Falls, as well as other projects of that ilk. One day a friend of his, a British merchant marine he had met during the war, came to him with a problem. The ship he was serving on as a mechanic was without power, stuck in one of the Welland Canal Locks near St. Catharines. Something had gone wrong with the engines, and they would not turn. My grandfather came to the rescue, and solved the problem. The massive ship was moving once more, and the grateful captain gave my grandfather the ship's wheel as a trophy for his deeds. Not entirely sure what to do with it, my grandfather mounted it on the wall in the family room behind his chair and effectively forgot about it. Until one day he noticed the wheel had turned slightly. The king spoke of the wheel had a brass cap on it, so a helmsman could tell at which point in the wheel's rotation the rudder was straight, and my grandfather had mounted the wheel with the king spoke straight up. But now, it was turned one spoke to the right. It was still fastened tightly to the wall, and took fair bit of strength to turn, but turn it had and on it's own. Several days later he found out that his friend, the mechanic, had passed away. Years past, and he would occasionally discover the wheel turned yet another notch. And each time, a few days later, he would be notified of another funeral for a friend he had known during the war. My grandfather himself passed away forty years ago, and my grandmother moved from that house some twenty years ago. When she did, she sent the wheel to me for reasons I cannot explain. She never told me the full story, only that the wheel had been a gift from a grateful captain, but it did puzzle me as I lived on the other side of the continent at that point, in Victoria, British Columbia, and the shipping cost must have been exorbitant. It was my mother who filled me in, after she saw it mounted on the wall of my own living room some years later. I thought it was a funny story, as my grandmother was an odd duck who was full of many weird tales. But it was just a story. I moved again, and remounted the wheel with the king spoke straight up as it had slipped at some point and was pointing off to one side. This time I tightened down the hub nut until I couldn't turn the wheel without putting my entire weight behind it. That would be the end of that. My grandmother passed away last year, and I found the wheel had turned a notch. My wife and I didn't find it quite so funny of a story anymore, and we've been watching it ever since. Three days ago the wheel turned. [EDIT, and some explanation for those who are curious: Yes, this story is true, up to a point. I do indeed have this wooden ship's wheel, which had been given to my grandfather as he had done *something* to fix the engines of a vessel stuck in the Welland Canal. Dunno exactly what, as he passed away before I was old enough to be curious about it. There's no plaque or anything written on it to indicate what ship or the year, which I find unfortunate, but I have no reason to doubt that part of the story. The deviation is that the last time I moved, I didn't put the wheel up. It's in a store room with a pile of other things I just haven't quite figured out what to do with. But the story about the wheel turning when someone died? That's something my Nanna (my grandmother) did tell people. She was fun that way.)