bloodyrosemccoy: (Christmas Tree)
Back from the trip to visit Mom'n'Dad!

It was a nice Thanksgiving--just me and my parents at their cute little apartment. I tease them about being off at college, but dang, their apartment's a lot nicer than any of MY college apartments.

The best part was figuring out how to grill a turkey at a low elevation. Here at a mile above sea level, we grill the turkey FOREVER and wind up with a delicious bird. But when you're only a few hundred feet above sea level, well, let's just say the thing was pretty perforated with thermometer stabblings by the end.

But! It turned out all right (our turkey almost always does) and it was damn fun to see the little life they've made for themselves. Now I've just got to figure out how to make Xmas work, and I'll be able to reciprocate!


Nov. 21st, 2015 01:26 am
bloodyrosemccoy: (Headpiano)
ME: Hello, school group! Welcome to the Space Place's dome theater! We do just have a few things to go over before starting this movie!
KID: *waving his hand in the air* I HAVE A QUESTION! I HAVE A QUESTION!
ME: I will take questions at the end. Right, no food or drink, keep your feet off the seat in front of you, no cell phones, and I'm guessing some of you are wondering what those buttons on your armrests do.
OTHER KIDS: *nodding*
ME: If you push those buttons at all during the movie, they will do ... nothing! We use those for live shows, where we ask science questions, and kids can vote in their answers. But hey--you don't have to take a test today! So yeah, you can push those buttons all you want. They won't do anything.
ME: All right, one last thing, and then I'll go start the movie. You might feel seasick in here, because it feels like you're moving when you're not. If that happens, all you have to do is close your eyes and that feeling should go away.
ME: All right, I have time for a couple of questions. Yes, you seem to have one.
ME: I knew you were going to say that.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bookstore Belle)
Rereading Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings. I have GOT to read his other stuff, because dang I love this book. Yes, gets a little bloaty at times--our heroes maunder and maunder and MAUNDER, but I like where they end up, and at least the stuff happening around them is interesting.

But mostly, it's the world. I love the worldbuilding, and I love that there is so much anthropological detail. The cultures are diverse and crazy, but believable as something humans would come up with--from big ideals like the role of a warrior in society (is it a lowly profession, or the noblest pursuit) to the fashion and sense of propriety, the details seem cohesive and interesting. It's the kind of thing I want to come up with in my own writing.

I also love that the revelations in the book actually feel like revelations. The weird folklore and history of the world makes everything seem fuzzy, and when you make a breakthrough into how the world actually works, it really feels like a moment of awe. It's skillfully done, and as Captain Infodump I could stand to learn from it.

The only problem is that this is supposed to be a ten-book series, and he's currently writing Book 3. Dammit, this is gonna take forever, isn't it?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Movie Sign)

Joel Hodgson is doing a Kickstarter to bring back Mystery Science Theater 3000!

Holy DAMN, that'd be awesome. This show was always pretty dependent on its fans, so this really feels like a logical extension of that. I figured I'd extend the invitation to you, too!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Moongazing)
Whoops, meant to post this yesterday. Oh, well, close enough.

One day in eighth grade science class, I had a revelation.

The eighth grade science curriculum seemed to be a bit of a mishmash of overviews. We'd studied some geology and some chemistry, and we were now on to astronomy. I kept reading ahead, because the material was absolutely fascinating.

Especially when we got to the section of stellar evolution.

I was reading about supernovae, because violent explosions are a good way to get any eighth-grader's attention. I was completely into it. And who wouldn't be? First a star fuses hydrogen into helium. Those two elements are already abundant in the universe. But then it starts making elements not already in existence anywhere else. Anything heavier than helium gets its start in a star, as it slams nuclei together to make carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, iron, etc. When it gets to iron things get crazy and eventually the star implodes and explodes at the same time, creating a huge display of--

Hang on a second.

Did that thing just say that those heavy elements are ONLY formed inside of stars?

Those elements that make up the basis for ... us?


So one day in the junior high lab/classroom, while reading ahead in her science text, one eighth grader's MIND suddenly went supernova. Do you know what this MEANS? I thought, internally waving my arms wildly. Could this possibly imply what I THINK it's implying? There's iron in my blood, and carbon all through me, and I'm breathing oxygen, and it was all FORGED IN THE HEART OF A STAR.

Holy SHIT.

I wonder if anyone ELSE has ever realized this.

Turns out somebody had.

Happy birthday, Carl Sagan. You were made of stars, too. And I'm glad you tried to share that sense of wonder I got that day, and gave me an ever broadening scope of things to be amazed about. Thank you, and may your atoms go back to the stars one day.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Midnight Rose)
So my uncle died this past weekend.

It's one of those things where you kind of knew it would happen one day, but it's still a shock when it does. And since he's part of Mom's giant family, pretty much every emotion is in effect here. In a family full of black sheep, this guy managed to distinguish himself. And he definitely had the capacity to be a raging asshole. But he also was the kind of guy who would help struggling young families get financial footing, or fix up your house gratis, or spend weeks taking care of you after you were badly injured in a car accident. He was a complicated human.

Also, this was the first time I was the bearer of bad news to someone, since long ago he had introduced me to a pen pal--the daughter of a friend of his. I think I did all right telling her, but I always worry, because I hate using terms like "passed away." It feels disingenuous. I hope that it didn't hit too hard.

But I'll always be glad for the good my uncle did. And I hope his restless spirit has found some measure of peace, however that works. Farewell, Uncle.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Old Spice Onna Horse)
-Kevin's Astro Clark's a girl! After a vet check we've determined she's got a gut parasite, so she's in quarantine till the end of her run of antiparasitics. Other than that she seems pretty content with life. She gets to come out and run around when the formerly Itty Bitty Kitty Committee is not around. I think said teenage kitties are getting suspicious, but we'll see how it goes. For now, she is hanging out on my lap, shivering because I just had to shampoo her and she's on the wrong side of the square/cube law for losing heat. So she's gotta snuggle with me. OH DARN

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-Lucy has started taking showers with me! At first she wasn't so sure about it, but now she seems to like it, leaning into the splashes and looking blissful. (And no, I never pust her directly in the stream; she perches on the loop of the shower hose and gets the spray ricocheting off my shoulder.) And she rather likes squawking in the echo-y shower stall.

Also, I have discovered that wet parrot is a very distinctive smell. Enrichment for both of us!

-I am now working Saturdays at the Space Place! The guy who does afternoon Dome shifts is having health issues, so he needs an emergency backup Dome presenter in case he falls over dead during a show.* Which is pretty nice, because we also love doing literary and cultural analysis between shows, and it's been lots of fun.

-And, since I've gotten more Space Place hours, I don't have time for the fabric place job, so I had to quit. I was nice and worked through Halloween, but honestly, quitting is pretty great.

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I would say I had no idea how annoying fabric retail would be, but really that's a lie. I had a pretty good idea. But I'll admit I had no idea how many people, when presented with the vast array of possibilities for Halloween costumes, opt for "stereotypical Indian outfit." I really should have known. I WAS SO NAIVE.

But I met a few cool people there, and I made a bit of money, so that was okay! Plus, I got a bunch of good flannel remnants, because I seriously need a new round of pads.** Always nice.

-I'm gonna start restocking my shop for Xmas! Watch that space for fun chains! And hey, art-selling types, question for you: should I start selling the medallions I make from kits? Is it cool to sell 'em without chains?

Here are some medallions for reference:

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Whatcha think? Should I start putting those out?

-There is now an American Girl Store in Salt Lake City. I am doomed.

*Won't I feel like a shitheel if this ever actually happens.

**We got a lot of women who were buying flannel to make pads, but, weirdly, never for themselves. Apparently the latest service activity for LDS groups is making pads for Those Poor Third-World Women, which is cool, but I dunno, it always feels a little patronizing. Plus, flannel pads are great. If these ladies only knew.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Relaxin')
Nothing quite like making yourself a mini Deeper'n'Ever Pie so you can sit in the living room watching Trick 'r Treat and periodically handing out candy. I may not dress up, but I love this holiday.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bitter Bunny)
It's amazing how quickly working at a fabric place can change your attitude toward tutus from "Yeah, astronauts and Batmans in tutus are marvelous ideas" to "I HOPE A DINOSAUR EATS YOUR HOUSE."

Though there is a stop off at "I wonder how many of these women are aware that peacocks are, well, males." I love me some peacock colors, too, but after about the fifteenth lady comes up wanting a peacock tutu, I just start to wonder what they're conceptualizing.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Bouncing Kitty)
Look what I found in the park in the dark!

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I will take him home. I will call him Clark!

Okay, so it was a middle school campus and it was sunrise, and I'm not even sure it's a him, BUT OTHER THAN THAT, the only difference is that he's not the same eldritch horror found in One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.* Instead, THIS Clark is a tiny kitten who was hanging from a tree trunk and mewing piteously when I showed up to learn kids some astronomy.

This complicated my day enormously.

After asking around, I determined, through the middle school rumor mill, that a girl had picked him up from the side of the road and brought him to school, only to abandon him when the vice principal told her no cats were allowed.** My detective work finally brought me to one conclusion: little Clark here was a stray, and had probably been "rescued" away from his mother, and nobody wanted him.

Well, then.

The No Pets rule apparently didn't apply to Space Placers, so while the guy training me did his presentations, I sat in the back of the classroom with a kitten, which was probably a bit distracting from the wonders of the cosmos, but whatcha gonna do.

So! I now have ANOTHER cat! And dang, is this cat one itty bitty kitty. I can't even tell its sex yet, though I THINK it's actually a girl. (Though regardless of sex, "Clark" is definitely going to be part of its name. I was considering Astro Clark, but my coworker's making a good case for Clark Cat.) I was actually worried that it didn't know how to poop yet and I'd have to help it along,*** since it didn't use the makeshift litterbox I made it out of a tupperware container at ALL, but fortunately when I finally got it home and into the bathroom it took an enormous dump on the floor. Hey, at least it was linoleum. And it can eat solid food, but I've got it on a mix of soggy dry food and formula, because without the formula the food comes out the back end rather more unpleasantly than necessary.

Also, driving six hours with a loose kitten isn't as difficult as it sounds. The little guy spent most of the time sleeping in my hat, because he is apparently a confused Dr. Seuss fan.

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Anyway! Now he (or possibly she) is in a sort of loose quarantine till I get her (or possibly him) to the vet. And then I get to start trying to introduce everyone to each other!

Welcome home, Clark!

*I have a cordial dislike for Dr. Seuss in general, but I adore that particular vignette for some reason. It's fun to say!

**"I guess that was a little harsh," he said reflectively upon explaining that part to me.

***FUN FACT: REALLY itty bitty kitties do not know how to poop. Their mother has to stimulate them--or, if the mother's unavailable, the hapless fostering human has to. But at least the human can use a wet washcloth. Reason #482 that I am glad I'm not a cat is "having to lick your babies' buttholes until poop comes out."


Oct. 23rd, 2015 02:47 am
bloodyrosemccoy: (How Jolly)
I'm back from my trip to Monument Valley! I did my first assembly and it wasn't completely terrible, I can now shoot a pencil through a block of wood, and I didn't crash my car even once!

Also, I may have acquired another cat. It was a weird trip, y'all.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Old Spice Onna Horse)
Good LORD it's been a busy few weeks. I actually had to tell the fabric store I wouldn't be able to keep the job there, since the Space Place has gotten so busy. But I'm staying there through the end of the month, so in the meantime WAY to much shit is happening.

- Taking Saturday shifts at the Space Place now. It's just pre-recorded shows, so I do intros and then run movies. Rather restful, really.

- The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee has become full-on rebellious teenagers. I had to duct tape all the cupboards shut, the trash can now has reinforcements and a lid, and I can't leave ANYTHING on the counter. Settle down, you kittens!

- Having a Rifftrax party this week. Got a bunch of Space Place buddies and other friends coming over for snacks and sodas. As I am not familiar with booze and would probably wind up buying crap, one of the other Space Placers has designated himself the Beer Bringer. Hoping to make these parties regular things.

- Went to the Zelda Symphony! Now I want to play all the Zelda games again.

- Over in California, my sister had knee surgery last week. Mom's over there to help her and my brother through this. I'm getting entertaining updates about their wacky post-surgery adventures.

- Illustrative of the "Space Place is getting busier" comment from earlier, I'll be spending three days in Monument Valley later this week for long-distance Space Education. Woo SPACE ROAD TRIP

- Also, remember the gameification? Well, it's in effect now, and in order to level up you need witnesses. Which, yes, means you get a bunch of dorks screaming "WITNESS MEEEEE" before doing Space Place presentations.

So, yeah. Hopefully things will slow down, but for now, at least it's all fun stuff! How ... how have you all been?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Rorschach's HOORAY!)
I'm sure you're all fascinated by what's going on in my brain. I know I am! And, in fact, interesting things have been going on in my brain recently.

Here's the thing: not too long ago, Dad made the suggestion to me that perhaps my depression was actually bipolar II disorder. I talked to my doctor, and he agrees it's possible, for a couple of compelling reasons.

First off, family history. As we look through the family, we find a pattern of lots of the following kinds of people:

1. People with a diagnosis of bipolar disorder
2. People with a diagnosis of something else that, in retrospect, was probably bipolar disorder wearing a fake mustache and glasses
3. Generally strange people.

Those are all compelling ones--bipolar was often misdiagnosed as other things in the past, and sometimes people don't get a diagnosis but probably had something going on.

So yeah, the family history suggests that bipolar II is probably the uniting factor. But another rather compelling factor in this conclusion is that, y'know, I've had hypomanic episodes.

You guys may have noticed. Every year, sometime around September - December, I will have a week or so where I have ALL THE IDEAS, to the point where I'm paralyzed by them in the same way you'd be paralyzed by a fire hose blasting at you. The hypomania is rather low-key--my big symptoms are what's innocuously named "flight of ideas" and an need to blather on about whatever has snagged my obsessive attention for the episode. I don't engage in shopping sprees, drag racing, wild orgies, or any of that; I just stare at the wall a lot because SO MANY THINGS ARE CRASHING AROUND IN MY HEAD, or annoy the hell out of whoever is within earshot with chatter about my obsessions. (I do, however, emerge from it with some graphomania. And for the record YES, I AM WRITING THAT LAST BIT OF SCATTERSTONE; I HAVE JUST LOST MOMENTUM.) It's not destructive so far, but it's certainly obnoxious.

So! How do I feel about this revelation?

Honestly? I'm thrilled. I like making discoveries. I feel like I've gotten a better explanation for who I am. And now we can try an auxiliary Fukitol as a mood stabilizer. I know, most people aren't pleased to discover they're mentally ill, but hell, I already knew THAT. Now it feels good to narrow down just what that illness is.

So! Anybody out there got bipolar II? Any advice for me? Comments? I warn you, I'm embarking on an exciting new medication adventure, so I might sound a little crazy for a bit, but hopefully this'll even me out more. Wish me luck!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Venus By Air)
"A kid asked me how many feet there were on the moon."
"Ooh, I know! TWENTY-FOUR."
"Hah! Good answer. Twelve people. ... All white guys, too."
"Yet can you imagine the screams if the first crew to Mars was all female?"
"... Oh, GOD."
bloodyrosemccoy: (Moongazing)
After months of summer vacation and a couple weeks' Closing For Renovations, the Space Place has opened up to the public again!

And I got to do a dome show!

Y'all, I hate to keep saying this, but DANG I love this job. and while everything about it is pretty great, I gotta say that the best thing is the dome shows. Making kids laugh AND teaching them SCIENCE! is--well. I feel like I'm doing something important. I'm getting to be Bill Nye for these kids, and that's pretty awesome.

Makes me happy to be a space nerd. Y'all come visit sometime, and I'll give you the best star show you've ever seen.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Space Madness)
So I saw The Martian this evening and I quite liked it!

Of course, the book was better, and I'm saying this not just as a book snob, but also as one of those people who for some reason seems to enjoy reading about a guy doing math. (Seriously, the book is just one long story problem, and it's GREAT.) That much math would not be very interesting onscreen, so I can't really fault them, but I did prefer it. Also, the ending--well, let's just say that the book's ending stretches credibility exactly as far as it will go, and the movie says "Oh, what the hell" and pulls it just a tiny bit farther and makes it snap. Hollywood, man.

BUT! The strength of the cinematic format is in the conveying of emotion--Watney's narration is in log format, and a friend pointed out that it doesn't give him a lot of character arc.* I argued that by the time he's writing the logs he's managed to compose his thoughts--writing is useful that way--and added that there is one section in the book, when something goes quite wrong, where you get his audio log and it's a lot more, shall we say, emotional, so obviously the written portions are only part of the story.** But in the movie you can see a fuller breadth of emotion in Matt Damon's acting, and of course the music helpfully cues you to the proper emotions, too. And I like that Watney's shown to be the Problem-Solver even in the beginning when he's offering a way to rig the MAV not to tip over.

And you get to see the sweeping panoramas of Mars on film, which are just ... OMG. I was watching this with a complimentary ticket from the Space Place, which was having some kind of premier event to go with this,*** so I was watching it with a load of dorks--and thus, a lot of people who were really, REALLY happy to see vistas of Mars lookin' all Mars-y.

Admittedly, the end of the movie didn't make me choke up quite like Apollo 13 always does, but still a damn fine flick. And I appreciated the epilogue, too, because it felt like a little more of a "YEAH, GUYS! SPACE IS HARD BUT LET'S KEEP GOING!" I'm really liking that trend in movies of late.

Best Gratuitous Joke: Sean Bean at the Council of Elrond. A couple of us applauded.

Weakest Thing: Okay, the micro-g effects were distractingly cheesy. But I guess we can't commandeer the Vomit Comet EVERY time we make a space movie.

*This book is not big on character arcs as a whole, though. The most striking arc is Mindy's, wherein she goes from absurdly, weepily shy to sass-mouthed, the end.

**Wonder how making them into video logs, like the movie does, would change how he composed them to himself. Cognition is interesting!

***Including bonus content. We got a half-hour lecture from a guy who worked on the Mars Rovers before the show! We all applauded space!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Angry Spock)
You know how we all grumble about people who are yelling into their cell phones while driving or getting something rung up at the register or at the doctor's office or something?

If we all agree it's terribly rude, then WHO THE HELL IS STILL DOING IT?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Moongazing)
Took a couple of Space Place telescopes to an eclipse viewing party on top of the library roof. I wound up waiting out front with a fellow Space Place worker, waiting for someone to bring a cart for the telescopes, and hearing a very loud one-sided conversation a lady was having with a guy on a bench not too far away.

LADY: blah blah too much fucking in the world blah blah do you know about hermaphrodites? They're men who are women, or sometimes women who are also men blah blah do you think they're angels? Because I know that there was this woman blah blah white people don't understand God blah blah ...
ME: (quietly) Suddenly I really want HER opinion of the upcoming eclipse.

We decided not to solicit it, however. We figured we might never make it to the roof if we tried.

We got some good views of the Moon at first, but just before the total eclipse the cloud cover got to be too much.*

Of course, when the Moon was gone the kids still wanted to look through the telescope, so I wound up pointing it at a brightly lit-up water tower marquee a few blocks away, and they seemed to like that just as much. Eh, syzygy of three cosmic bodies, That Place Where I Have Ballet Class, whatever: the important thing is I'M LOOKING THROUGH A TELESCOPE.

But hey, we did our jobs, even when we realized too late that we should have brought visual aids. Fortunately, as I basically carry around an adventure game inventory's worth of random items at all times, I was able to rustle up a couple of bouncy balls to serve as the Earth and the Moon.

Also, while the Moon was visible, one of the guys in the line for the telescope was hollering into his headset (presumably to somebody on the other end of it, but you never know) about the survivalist class he was going to take next week. "GOOD TO HEAR MORE OF US THINKING ABOUT PROPHECY," he observed, and then stepped forward to take a look at the Earth's shadow crossing the moon, and a combination of Rayleigh scattering and refraction turning it red as sunlight passed through our atmosphere.**

People are weird.


Q: Hey, nerd! Do I need a telescope to view a lunar eclipse?
A: Well, no. If you are in the right geographical location and it is not cloudy, you can use your eyeballs.

Q: What about a solar eclipse?
A: NO. You will set your eyeballs on fire.

Q: What if it is cloudy during a total lunar eclipse?
A: Then check Twitter and Facebook because everyone in the universe will be posting pictures from where it isn't cloudy.

Q: What if it is cloudy during that total solar eclipse visible in the Pacific Northwest in 2017?
A: Then I think at least three people at the Space Place will actually explode with disappointment.

Q: Is it true that one of your Space Placers requested his vacation time for that solar eclipse FOURTEEN YEARS IN ADVANCE?
A: Yes. He would've requested it sooner, but the Space Place only opened in 2003.

Q: Well, anyway, if telescopes aren't necessary for viewing a lunar eclipse, why did you have them along?

*We considered insisting that it was just in eclipse and there were no clouds, but that seemed to go against our mission as an educational facility.

**"What you're seeing right now is ALL THE SUNSETS IN THE WORLD PROJECTED ONTO THE MOON!" my coworker kept telling people. Which probably confused the little kids, but sounded awesome all the same.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Xenofairies)
What I Learned Since The Summer Solstice

  • Kinesthetic Astronomy lessons are great for some people, but they only serve to make me dizzy.

  • Longhair cats do have more chance of having litterbox mishaps.

  • There was a fascinating woman in New Orleans in the early 19th Century named Marie Laveau, who was a spiritual and community leader, and this is the first time I've really been interested in New Orleans history.

  • Managing to find the sun on a helioscope is a surprisingly satisfying experience.

  • Pluto is reddish, and it also has a surface made mostly of nitrogen ice.

  • The dwarf planet Eris was given the informal designation "Xena" before it got its official name. But even when it was renamed, its discoverer, Mike Brown, named its moon "Dysnomia," which is a lesser entity associated with Eris. It also doesn't hurt that "dysnomia" means "lawless," so he still managed to slide a Xena reference in there.

  • Kittens are expensive.

  • Saturn's moon Phoebe is constantly spraying another moon, Iapetus, with particles, accounting for Iapetus's weird coloration.

  • Sourdough bread needs a starter, which you can make with flour, a tiny bit of sugar, water, and either wild or bread yeast.

  • Doing the Super Jump 100 times in a row in Super Mario RPG unlocks a badass bit of armor called the Super Suit. Also, I HAVE A SUPER SUIT NOW.

  • The Martian totally lives up to the hype.

  • When making fireballs for science demos, don't test your spritz bottle on the carpet because you might wind up having to stomp out some green fire.

  • Gnomes have a gestational period of 12 months. For some reason I always thought it was 11.

  • Training a parrot to wear a flight harness is not easy.

  • Navajo really is that difficult a language.

  • There is a theory, put forth by a researcher named Kazunori Asada, that Vincent Van Gogh was color blind, and his unusual pallettes were a result of his inability to distinguish certain colors. Comparing paintings with and without a color blind filter reveals a lot about his work, but I also just like this theory because I kind of love Theories About Artists' Perception.*

  • There is a reason the fabric store I go to always looks a bit run-down.

  • Jupiter's moons of Europa, Io, and Ganymede have a 1:2:4 resonance, so for every one orbit Europa completes around Jupiter, Io goes around twice and Ganymede four times. Neat!

  • Being a grownup is busy.

*Partly this is due to a running gag between me and my siblings about pioneering artists who think they're being realistic. Favorite examples include Claude Monet Was Just Painting What He Saw and Philip K. Dick Was Writing A Memoir.
bloodyrosemccoy: (I AM MRS! NESBIT!)
So here I was getting this second job so that I could put some extra money in my account, and then American Girl came out with a goddamn 1950s diner and jukebox playset.

Which--okay, I love some of those streamline moderne aesthetics, and while I don't have a '50s doll, I have a couple dolls (undebuted online so far) from a world with a 1950s aesthetic. Also, OMG JUKEBOX. So, uh, another reason to go for the second job, I guess.

There's one thing I'm wondering about, though. At the beginning of this year, AG debuted their Girl of the Year, who was, once again, WHITE! I sent them a nice note on Twitter and Facebook suggesting that they diversify their Girls of the Year, and they replied with a stock note saying they were pleased to announce that they were debuting a historical character later in the year who would be African-American.

And then ... Maryellen came out, and as you might notice, she is, uh, not Black. So there are a couple of possibilities here:

1. Another Black historical* doll is forthcoming, or
2. Maryellen was originally Black and AG chickened out.

I have no idea which it is, though there is a bit of a conspiracy theory that this happened once before with Lanie. It does, however, make me realize that I have NO IDEA how life was in the 1950s for anyone who wasn't a white "teenager" in a 1950s educational short video. I do want to research that.

Mostly, though, goddamn I want that playset. Off to work!

*Sorry, "BeForever." Rebranding is fun!


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