Today (Monday) is my last full day in the UK. Tomorrow afternoon, I fly back to Los Angeles.

This whole trip has been… well, not what I wanted. Not what I had expected. Arriving at my sister’s place just in time to get a phone call telling us my mother, the person I’d flown out to surprise for her birthday, had been found dead… I don’t know that it’s possible to process that. I don’t know that it’s possible to ever get over.

This week, I go home, and I start trying.

Until then, there is tomorrow. I’m going into town with my sister for the last time. We’re going mostly to have lunch and to get tattoos - I’m getting the word “love” in Circular Gallifreyan on my left wrist. It’s my first tattoo, and I’m told the wrist is a painful place to get tattoo’d. I’m okay with this. It should hurt. Otherwise it doesn’t mean anything.

My mum’s funeral was on Friday afternoon. A lot of people came out. People I haven’t seen in years. Decades, in some cases. She wasn’t just my mum. She was a lot of people’s mums. She was there for so many people, touched so many lives. She helped people wherever possible, even if that meant she went without for a while. That’s the person my mother was. That’s the person I have always tried to be, and I will endeavor to try much, much harder.

I’ve already decided that the next PortsCenter is going to be about her, about the games she played and how her gaming experiences influenced my own. I hope everyone is okay with this. I’ll go back to making dick jokes about bad SNES platformers shortly afterward.

I am ready to come home. Spending the month in England has reminded me, deeply and thoroughly, that I don’t belong here anymore. LA is my home. It’s where my heart yearns to be, and where it will begin healing.



I just want to stress, again, that nothing, nothing will put me off watching your favorite TV series faster than making or reblogging a gifset of a simple character interaction and adding the commentary, “That’s it. That’s the whole show.”

The reasons for this are twofold. Firstly, it speaks to a massive, massive disrespect for the creative team behind the show, who spend god knows how much time crafting media that they hope is rich, layered, and is populated with three-dimensional characters with their own goals and ambitions.

Imagine telling someone that the entirety of Buffy the Vampire Slayer can be summed up as Giles saying “Buffy, go kill the thing,” and Buffy responding “But I’ve got a date! I don’t want to kill the thing!” If you know Buffy, if you know the story of the seven-season run and everything those characters do, and don’t do, and try to do, and try not to do, and how it affects the characters and the world around them, you know that this is a spectacularly shitty description of the show, especially its later seasons.

Secondly, by telling me “That’s it,” well, okay. Now I don’t need to watch it, because that’s the whole show.

If you’re the sort of person who wants to get people on-side watching or experiencing media you’re passionate about (and not everybody is - some people just want to watch the thing and post goofy gifs), you need to do a better job than that. Yes, you do need to distill the show down to a simple, easy-to-convey message, but that still needs layers.

I love Doctor Who, and when I tell people about it I find the simplest description is “It’s a scifi variety show with recurring characters. One week it’ll be a drama, the next an action movie, then a horror, then a comedy, then all of those things at once.” Because that’s it. That’s the show.

Now, with that in mind, I’m still waiting for someone to explain to me why I should watch Supernatural. I’ve yet to hear a compelling explanation that didn’t involve the word “feels.”

I just want to stress, again, that nothing, nothingwill put me off watching your favorite TV series faster than making or reblogging a gifset of a simple character interaction and adding the commentary, “That’s it. That’s the whole show.”