Well, of course I was going to write this. Given how I’ve covered pretty much every Addams Family adaptation (not counting the live-action TV shows and films, because everyone’s talked about those… Shit, am I a hipster?) it was inevitable that a) I would go see the musical when it came to Britain and b) blog about it immediately afterwards. This isn’t exactly rocket science here, people.
The plot is quite straightforward: Wednesday’s all grown up, and she’s inviting her new boyfriend, one Lucas Beineke, and his tight-laced parents round for dinner. So far, so “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner meets The Rocky Horror Picture Show“. Now, I’m not going to go into any further details, because I genuinely want people to see this for themselves – it’s that good. Seriously, go book your tickets now. Continue reading
Spring has sprung, which to nerds like me means two things: first, sporadic (yet potentially profitable) sales for Rifftrax and Steam; secondly, somebody in the local area will be organising something for International Tabletop Day. This year was no exception, and quite a few places in Birmingham put something on. Manaleak (a gaming store just off Birmingham’s Irish Quarter) was doing a miniatures event on the day, but as I’m not much into that sort of thing I decided to go with something a bit more local.
Clifton Road Youth Centre was holding two events – one in the afternoon for families, and one in the evening for grown-ups who wanted to play something a bit more complicated than Kerplunk. I have to admit, I was expecting the afternoon event to have a decent mix of grown-ups and kids. The fact that the first game I played was Hungry Hippos broke that delusion quite thoroughly. Granted, I managed to get a game of Ticket to Ride: Europe soon after, with the organiser and a boy who almost got the longest route, but still…
The afternoon ended with me playing Mancala with the girls I’d played Hungry Hippos with (I know their parents through a few local board game meetups, so it wasn’t just me ingratiating myself with random children), which was very enjoyable; in our world of games with apps and custom meeples, we tend to overlook traditional board games. However, all good things must come to an end, and the organisers were literally packing things up as I was making my last move.
The evening event was, of course, a little more varied. It started off with a little Batman Love Letter (we ignored the new rules, because nobody could be bothered to look them up) and we moved on to playing my copy of Thunderbirds: The Co-op Board Game (I actually consider it better to base Pandemic, even if we lost on the easiest difficulty) and were halfway through Colt Express (second-best programming board game – best is 404: Law Not Found), before we realised we were running out of time.
All in all, a good day.
Having recently been on holiday in the Lake District (since you asked, a stone’s throw away from Windermere), I was of course inundated with quite a bit of Beatrix Potter paraphernalia – hardly surprising, given that she wrote her world-famous books whilst living in the area. As such, I was reminded of the first time I came into contact with her work; a short but very sweet series of nine animated specials from the BBC, spread out from 1992 to 1995.
IDW have announced that not are they publishing Star Trek comics, but they’ll soon be publishing a graphic novel plotted by Mister Sulu himself. It may sound weird, but it’s not the first time George Takei has contributed to the comic book industry; he co-wrote Star Trek Annual v2 #1 with Peter David, a very good done-in-one tale that I’d definitely recommend to Star Trek fans.
Given that there’s a fair amount of hype surrounding the upcoming DuckTales reboot (with David Tennant, of all people, as Scrooge McDuck), I thought it might be a neat idea to take a look at the DuckTales sequel that time forgot…
Yes, I know I said I was going to be done with this by 2016, but I wasn’t expecting 2016 to be the year the two most prominent members of the Anglosphere decided to fuck everything up for funsies, was I?
Scalped: The Gravel In Your Guts
I’ve covered gaming conventions before, but pure roleplaying conventions are a slightly different matter; such events are nothing but playing one-shot RPGs for a few hours (3-4 is usual, but it can go either way) with a break every so often. I’d never been to one before, but I decided to go along to this one just so I can say I’ve done it.