[casual_games] Re: Games for women made by women?

[Anando Banerjee]

That's really funny.

Reminds me of Kipling's
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet ...

Anando Banerjee
www.lakshyadigital.com



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From: Aleksey Linetskiy [mailto:aleksey at funostra.com] 
Sent: Thursday, June 08, 2006 10:10 PM
To: IGDA Casual Games SIG Mailing List
Subject: Re[2]: [casual_games] Re: Games for women made by women?

Oh, that reminds me one hilarious joke about a tandem storywriting...
Sorry for the long message - but I think it fits the current
discussion perfectly!

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An English Professor assigned his students to a joint writing exercise that
quickly degraded - check it out...

"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The
process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to
his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write
the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that
paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first
paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back
also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third
paragraph, and so on, back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been
written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be
absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to
say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a
conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted).

THE STORY:

(First paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind
off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about
him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out
of the question.

(Second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron
now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about
than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with
whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to
Geostation 17", he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar
orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could
sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a
hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt
one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who
had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its
pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.
"Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,"
Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously
excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her
youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no
newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of
innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one
lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mother ship launched
the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks
that pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the
congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien
empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two
hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course
for
Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With
no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The
lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off
the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which
vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The
President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow
this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semiliterate adolescent.

(Gary)
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have
chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no,
I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele
novels."

(Rebecca)
A**hole.

(Gary)
B****.

(Rebecca)
Get scr**ed .

(Gary)
Eat sh**.

(Rebecca)
SC*** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

(Gary)
GO DRINK SOME TEA - *****.

(TEACHER)
A+ - I really liked this one. Only group to get an A.

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-- Aleksey Linetskiy
-- http://grumpytech.blogspot.com

Wednesday, June 7, 2006, 4:41:42 PM, you wrote:

> This is how we go wrong.

> ***
> Margaret says, "I like ponies and unicorns."  Then I say, "Yeah!  And
let's
> put a naked barbarian virgin temptress on the unicorn and then strap
rocket
> launchers to the pony!"

> Margaret tries to disagree but her words are drowned out by the deafening
> chorus of agreement from the other male developers.
> ***

> Actually, I don't think it's about making games that are FOR WOMEN it's
> about making games that are not NOT FOR WOMEN.




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