Before there was Hogwarts, there was Narnia. And my 9-year-old self wanted to seek out a wooden wardrobe very, very badly. Aslan was my spirit animal, and whenever I think of the various faces of Christ, the kindly lion never fails to appear.
As for entry to the wizarding world, I’m still waiting for my letter. I am sure the Sorting Hat will see past the evil glint in my eye and assign me to Hufflepuff. I am the Mother of Dragons, after all.
I strongly believe in the Hobbits’ day to day lifestyle. Second breakfast? Come sit by me – I’ll fix you a plate.
Speaking of breakfast, I, like The Doctor, try to believe at least three impossible things before breakfast. Second breakfast enables me to consider three more, still. I have a replica of River Song’s journal, and it is time that I began to use it. I already have plenty of coasters, pot holders, and other forms of paperweight.
As a teenager, and a teenage girl geek at that, Nintendo games gave me something to focus on other than my complications, and perhaps even transformed some of them into aspirations. The very first incarnation of The Legend Of Zelda is a game I think everyone should play at least once, and those of us who know will tell you that your first time will be long, and slow, but 8-bit video game technology will also never be so satisfying.
“It’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.”
Good things come to those who smash clay pots.
Where else in any other realm can you get such sage advice, without the internal struggle, or strategic weapons from a wizened old man without the need for the ask?
I dedicate this manifesto to the memory of Satoru Iwata, who passed away on Saturday, July 11, at the much too young age of 55 from bile duct cancer. Iwata-san, we thank you. May your rest be peaceful. May the game worlds you brought to life as both programmer and CEO continue to push us forward, ever onwards.