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February 17th, 2009

“Why are you friends with the Mayor?” “So I can send him pokemon, duh!”

Posted by nora in internet drama, politics, wikiality

Some of you may remember when I began annoying the Mayor on Facebook.

Well, after posting one too many sarcastic remarks on his status updates, it seems he has defriended me. He also defriended my friend Devin, who suggested something that has since been deleted about how he can’t make the economic stimulus work for Albuquerque and he should have a drink and get caught running a stoplight instead.

Did I mention I have the best friends ever?

Oh well. I guess it could’ve been worse.

October 27th, 2008

comic guy wakes up alone

Posted by nora in internet drama

I admit it, I mostly installed Google Analytics so I could what weird-ass shit people plug into their search engines that brings them to this blog. Here’s some of the actual search queries people have found me with:


  • hello kitty zombie
  • tea drinker of fiction
  • comic guy wakes up alone
  • girls barefoot in gas station
  • glass in face zombie
  • harry potter irritating jerk
  • nora gay
  • tales of symphonia lloyd dies fanfics
  • where do zombies sleep
  • zombie with lots of broken glass in her
My only response to this is, of course, Alyson Hannigan naked.
June 9th, 2008

I sent the Mayor a Blastoise

Posted by nora in gaming, internet drama, politics

If you were wondering, Blastoise shoots water a lot, which would work well both to power hydroelectric dams and to bring water to the ever expanding, thirsty metropolis that is Albuquerque. I just solved all of the problems with Mesa Del Sol with a Facebook application and so probably deserve a fucking medal. You can Photoshop it onto my delightfully androgynous new default picture, thank you very much.

May 21st, 2008

wishing for Harajuku Fun Madness

For anyone interested in a “rabbit hole” of a possible new alternate reality game that JC Hutchins found, check this out. I know some of you are clever/obsessive enough to be interested in this kind of a game, but I don’t have any ideas of where to go with the information given so far.

May 16th, 2008

on not knowing

Cory Doctorow started out a recent BoingBoing post with ” If you know me, you know I…” and I had this weird feeling.

“I know that,” I thought to myself. “But I don’t know you.”

Internet fame breeds a really interesting sort of faux-intimacy with all of these celebrities. I follow a bunch of people I’ve never met (and likely never will) on Twitter. I get to see JC Hutchins go through fits of creative genius (he’s doing one now with this John Alpha for President idea). I hear when Annalee Newitz’s computer starts making horrible fan noises.

I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this, it’s just a weird observation– I keep catching myself almost repeating things I heard on I Should Be Writing with a “A friend told me that…” because that really tends to be the tone of new media.

I’m not sure if it’s a sort of pathetic “imaginary friend” thing or if it’s a really, really good way to do publicity. I guess time will tell.

May 10th, 2008

stuff I wrote elsewhere

Posted by nora in internet drama, personal, politics

In case any of you don’t read the Duke City Fix, I did a post there yesterday on a bad run-in with the cops. And if you aren’t reading the DCF and you’re in ‘Burque, you’re missing out.

May 3rd, 2008

Eastern Standard Wampeter

So I’m thinking more on the Cat’s Cradle/Eastern Standard Tribe methods of grouping people and on my combination of them both. Here’s what I’m thinking now.

In Cat’s Cradle, the karass, or god-chosen group of people, always revolves around two objects, known as “wampeters”, one of which is waxing in importance and one of which is waning. Here’s what I’m thinking of the Tribes right now:

  • They are internet-based counter-cultures. Their members are alienated from mainstream American society.
  • One can be a member of more than one Tribe and there are some with significant overlap. The podcast fiction Tribe has a lot of overlap with the BoingBoing-style blogging Tribe.
  • Each Tribe has a waning “wampeter” that is the center of cultural understanding in that particular Tribe.
  • Each Tribe has at least one waxing wampeter that is to become the new wampeter after the old one become passe.

I’m postulating that the wampeter of my Tribe, which is the BoingBoing-style blogging Tribe, is currently xkcd. I know I’ve waxed poetic about this comic before, but it’s quickly becoming the new hub around which this particular brand of internet culture revolves. Munroe manages to capture perfectly how the members of my Tribe think and we revolve around him for that reason.

I’m pretty sure our last wampeter was Questionable Content, which is still an important part of that culture but one which is not as central to it as it used to be. I think that the wampeter of the fiction podcast tribe is Scott Sigler, but since I’m not really a part of that I could be wrong. One could probably make a good argument for Escape Pod being the wampeter there too.

April 27th, 2008

on profundity

Posted by nora in art, fiction, internet drama, personal, poetry

We are standing in the dark on a stairway to nowhere. One of the nearby windows has a sign on it that reads “I want to die.”

You begin to climb down again, stopping two-thirds of the way and staring forward, facing away from me. I stop behind you, one step above you, and put my arms on your shoulders. I lean over and whisper: “Words, words. They’re all we have to go on.”

You walk down the rest of the way, turn around, look me in the eye, and say “All your base are belong to us.”

April 26th, 2008

Eastern Standard Grandfalloon

I’m waiting for the day when, if you tell someone ‘I’m from the internet’, instead of laughing they just ask ‘oh, what part?’ (Alt text to xkcd #256)

Anyone who’s spoken to me for an extended period time in the past few months has probably heard about my fascination with Eastern Standard Tribe, which gives the idea of “Tribes”:

Tribes are agendas. Aesthetics. Ethos. Traditions. Ways of getting things done. They’re competitive. They may not all be based on time-zones. There are knitting Tribes and vampire fan-fiction Tribes and Christian rock tribes, but they’ve always existed. Mostly, these tribes are little more than a sub-culture. It takes time-zones to amplify the cultural fissioning of fan-fiction or knitting into a full-blown conspiracy. Their interests are commercial, industrial, cultural, culinary. A Tribesman will patronize a fellow Tribesman’s restaurant, or give him a manufacturing contract, or hire his taxi. Not because of xenophobia, but because of homophilia: I know that my Tribesman’s taxi will conduct its way through traffic in a way that I’m comfortable with, whether I’m in San Francisco, Boston, London or Calcutta. I know that the food will be palatable in a Tribal restaurant, that a book by a Tribalist will be a good read, that a gross of widgets will be manufactured to the exacting standards of my Tribe.

We’re not yet in a world that distinguishes itself like the Tribes in EST do, but I think the social groups I run with are getting increasingly alienated from their peers in a way that encourages this kind of Tribalism. We aren’t divided by time zone but by frame of reference; most of us are indoctrinated enough in internet culture that Randall Munroe is a far more important figure than Britney Spears could ever hope to be. EST posits that “…anyone outside of the tribe is only mostly human,” and that’s very much akin to the philosophy I’m used to seeing; we’ll give individuals the benefit of the doubt but society as a whole we see as a sort of teeming mass of ignorance.

I’m not sure that Doctorow’s got it completely right in how he lays the Tribes out; the way he puts it, groups in certain areas end up forming Tribes with people outside of that time zone who reset their clocks to show affiliation to people in a different area who share the same aesthetic/philosophy that they do. I think that with the internet becoming so many people’s primary culture/affiliation it’s unlikely that we’re going to end up fragmenting ourselves in the real world way more than we ever have before. I’m predicting an explosion of global subcultures– it’s going to go way beyond the punk scene, the emo scene, the indie scene, etc when there are enough /b/tards in any given area to form social cliques in high schools/colleges.

I’m also trying to relate this to Vonnegut’s idea of a karass (from Cat’s Cradle). A karass is a group of people rotating around some particular object, doing God’s work, and the people who you find yourself inexplicably caught up with, whether you like them or not, are members of yours. A false karass (“grandfalloon”) is a group who thinks they are more important than a karass– Hoosiers, nations, sports teams, etc. I guess this would classify the tribes as grandfalloons, except the idea of the Tribes is much easier to apply to my life than that of a karass– there are only a couple people who I could identify as definite members of my karass, who I know in unlikely enough ways to think that we have been driven together by any sort of higher power, but almost all of the people I spend time with I was able to connect with in the first place because they are my Tribesmen; they share an outlook that I understand.

April 1st, 2008

Zelda movie


And thanks for not just rickrolling us, IGN. Shame on LiveJournal for that.

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