20 May 2017

RWBY Chibi Season 2 Episode 1 Recap - My Cheeks are Red Like Roses from Laughter

RWBY Chibi Season 2
Team RWBY Fan Poster by RaidenRaider

*note: this review has potential spoilers if you’re not caught up with the main RWBY series*

Laugh and the world laughs with you, laugh at yourself and you’ll always be entertained. My twist on a classic quote and something I try to live by to keep myself from being so dang serious. Laughing at yourself is good, unless you’re like the Joker, then it’s probably criminal, but I digress. Let’s get to recapping RWBY Chibi Season 2, Episode 1: Director Ozpin!

RWBY Chibi Season 2 picks on RWBY writers

Geeks, nerds, and the like, it’s back! RWBY Chibi is ready to tickle our funniest bones, and as the above intro suggests, Rooster Teeth is poking fun at themselves. This begins with the stunted observation powers of usually wise headmaster, Professor Ozpin, pre-Oscar nomination transmutation, in the “Director Ozpin” short.

We have the same adorable intro as last year until Baewatch #2, aka Yang, accidentally uses her super strength to push over the “CHIBI” portion of what is revealed to be a set, causing Baewatch #1, Blake, to tumble from the RWBY portion up top, and fall onto Yang’s head. Two seconds in, and we already have shipping AND handling; and all the BumbleBY shippers fangasmed.

RWBY Chibi Screenshot: BumbleBY Shipping

In strides Chibi Ozpin *fangirl squeal* to find out what’s going on when Ruby suddenly starts to have the Scooby-gang worthy idea that maybe there is subterfuge within the ranks?! *gasp* Our wistfully optimistic Ozpin tries to put her anxious mind at ease, laughing off her concerns, and sending our brave huntresses-in-training to play in the Grimm-filled woods. < sarcasm font >What a leader!< /sarcasm font > I won’t say exactly what happens, but Mercury and Emerald are on hand at opportune moments.

To wrap it up with the ultimate burn (yes, yes I said it), Cinder is there to add her fiery, sarcastic pokes at Miles’s and Kerry’s writing. I mean, why not? The rest of the fandom does it.

Side note: Can I just say that Kara’s delivery of Weiss’s “so not here for the shenanigans” voice makes me think of the greatness that is Rihanna’s don’t give a funk attitude. It’s a thing of glory and beauty. Thank you Kara, I applaud you.

RWBY Chibi is out of this world

I don’t know why CRWBY enjoys tap dancing on our geeky little hearts, but they do it. Often. Making us alternate between laughter and tears like pubescent teenagers, à la Katie Ka-Boom, with their stories. The bump before the next short, “UFO” prominently features Pyrrah’s (pour one out for the homie) shield spinning across the screen. Yes, this is right after watching Ozpin get handled by Cinder. Rooster Teeth, feel the burn of my side eye. ALL. OF. IT.

In any event, Nora, Queen of the Boopdom, Jaune, the Duke of Personality, and Pyrrah, our beloved, inCinderated Knight are gathered around farm toys, producing their own alien abduction story, where the spinning shield is the “UFO” (excellent transition, btw). It all falls to hell suddenly when Pyrrah loses control due to a sneeze. Yay for the return of Jen Brown’s epic “Sorry!” Also, Nora with her extraness; the trauma, the drama! Boop.

RWBY Chibi: JNPR Shenanigans

No dodging friendship in RWBY Chibi

Finally, it’s time for a friendly game of “Dodgeball” in the short of the same name. Ruby, Yang, Jaune, Nora, Absmaster Sun, Bro No Hydro Neptune, Zwei!!! and the ever-precious, Penny are gathered here today to get through this thing called Awkward Social Interactions.

After some Captain Obvious-style statements from Bro No, the game begins, faces are crushed and mega-important extremities lost in retaliation. Although obvious in heading, the schtick was still funny af and we’re treated to an ending shot of a poised and happy Penny and Bro No, decked out in his Junior Detective ‘stache, so all’s well that ends well.

Final thoughts on RWBY Chibi Season 2 Episode 1

I’m excited for the new season of mini RWBY goodness, and ready to laugh my *** off. I thought this was a solid episode, clocking in at just over three minutes, with three shorts giving us Zwei, two new Chibi versions of characters, three villains, the four mains, and five friends. (see what I did there?) The animation is lovely, almost sparkly and I like the return of the vibrant colors and whimsical music. As a final note, character wardrobes continue to follow Volumes 1 - 3.

It’s great to hear all the voices, and yes I readily admit, Lindsay’s Ruby makes me happy — fight me. It would be great to see Chibi Ironwood (OMG how do you even make him adorable?), Glynda (but yeah, I know), Klein, Qrow with a baby flask, and Raven simply because she’s a badass and I want to see that in cutesy form.

Taking shots at themselves was a great way to start the new season. I’m hoping to see more RT-worthy antics, dry humor, and find Easter eggs from other Rooster Teeth properties in RWBY Chibi Season 2.

Which RWBY characters do you hope to see in Season 2? Are there any stories you’re hoping they tell? What did you think of the first episode?

Adventure Points:

18 April 2017

Worthless Dreams

I hate dreams.

I aged into it. As a child, I loved them. I lived for them. I now know I wasted so much time, head in the clouds, certain the world would change through dedication and hard work.

It hasn't. It refuses.

And so, as many who have gone before me, I find dreams and any semblance thereof,c to be of little value.

Dreams are nightmares waiting to happen.

Dreams are waiting for a seeming eternity and yet "fulfilled" in anti-climaxes.

Dreams are internet trolls pranking us.

Dreams (well fulfilled ones) live in a village I can't find the directions to.

Dreams are debilitating.

Dreams take your breath away and laugh as the sparks of hope that once danced in your eyes flicker out.

Follow your dreams, be brave, step on the edge, fall to a figurative death.

Get better or get bitter, or best yet, stop having dreams and there's nothing to worry about.

F*ck hope and her sister faith.

Dream at your own risk.

18 January 2017

I'm Building My Own Sandbox

I will succeed. I will be happy, healthy, financially stable, debt free, and able to give exceedingly. I will have time to spend with my family and friends.

Not everyone's path is the same. Not everyone's success is similar. Tenacity is important, but one person's drive may not resemble another's.

Our differences in approach to life are as diverse as our external makeup. I've often discounted and disqualified myself because I'm not like the other people I admire who are incredibly successful.

But we all have our own ways.

Life likes to help you along sometimes, forcing you to make a quick choice or by virtue of needing to put food on the table, you're moved into something maybe you wouldn't have chosen.

But I believe in THE DIVINE, not coincidence.

I downplayed the friend who said maybe I was like other geniuses... she said when they didn't fit, they created their own paths. I thought she was being silly. After all, I'm no {insert famous trailblazers name here}.

But later, I asked myself why not? Why couldn't I be like them? Why wouldn't I be like them? I'm not difficult for the fun of it; I'm particular.

I do GOOD work, and when I'm with the right team, it's GREAT work. But as a person who has said for years it's important for me to know the rules so that I know I'm effectively breaking them, I think she might be on to something.

Chaos, disorder, problems... I see it and I solve it. And in my mind if I've done it correctly, you never have to know I was there. Communication is one of the major keys to problem solving. I have a knack for it. This post may be disjointed as all get out, but I usually present polished information - whether verbally delivered or via print. I take pride in that.

Mediation is important to me in an effort to reach reconciliation. That doesn't mean everything is delivered in "acceptable," milquetoast, mamby-pambyisms either. But that desire within me to use communication to reach better conclusions, that's a marketable skill. The ability to assimilate information into viable strategies, yeah people pay "consultants" for that.

As another friend said to me recently, "Don't give all that away for free. Do not be afraid to let people know that's how you earn your living." Or in Aisha terms, "My mind is my moneymaker."

I may be the world's latest bloomer but you will feel the light of my life shine on you at some point, whether you know it or not.

I'm building my own sandbox and the castles therein.

17 December 2016

Encourage Yourself

It won't always be like this.
I know if "feels" like it hasn't changed, like life will always kick you in the face when you've already fallen down, but surely it will get better at some point.


At some point.

Don't give up.

Don't. Give. Up.

Don't you dare give up.

I know you're tired. 

I know you hate this.

You're more than the sum of your failures.

It won't always be like this.

It can't be.

09 October 2016

Excuse Me.

What’s not going to happen here is an excuse
The idea that something so horrid and hurtful can be swept away as “guy talk”
Should be something that makes us all balk
And not because you have a mother, sister, wife or a daughter
But because you are simply human

Why do we have to bargain, to prove our right to exist?
Why should the length of my skirt, or curve of my hip
Or heaven forbid, the kissability of my lips
Be at fault for someone else’s deviant actions?

I was five maybe six the first time my lips came in contact with a man’s penis
I didn’t do anything wrong, I was a child, at the level of kindergarten
What could I have done to make a young man want to know what grows in my garden?


By the time it happened again, I was six or seven, and this time an older girl did me in
She made me strip down to nothing and let a little boy hump me
While she played to her own satisfaction
My cries and tears, all of my reactions

As I grew older and withdrew from the femininity within me, everyone assumed I was gay
And if I was, whose business was it anyway?
But perhaps I was just hiding my own beauty, my womanly curves
Perhaps I cursed them because I thought it was my fault

And you see, I can’t count the times my backside has been grabbed,
my breasts pushed up against, the times I’ve been wrapped up from behind while a semi-erect penis pressed into my back
But see, I bet you didn’t know this all the times you called me awkward

I kissed a girl once, I was still a child and so was she, and I never stopped feeling guilty
Because I was six years older than she and I should have known better
Did I do to her what had been done to me?

I’ve painfully contemplated this repeatedly, over a kiss
But I find it’s easy for others to dismiss the actions of full-grown men
Who can’t be told “No” without devolving and giving in
to lustful rage and taking what they think belongs to them

We excuse, we say prison would be too much for him
Yet the survivor is questioned again and again about what she drank
And if she leadingly tempted him?

See, society seems to think “men are only men”
And that somehow that gives them an animalistic pass when dealing with women
That they are only at the mercy of their lusts
And that because of our curves they can’t resist us

And it’s all our fault, and we mean nothing
And our lives are put on trial
And we become a spectacle for a while

Our lives pulled apart, everyone attempting to detect our lives
Excuse me, lies
But we would hand over the highest office to a man who gets off
On preying on someone’s weakness

As if we’re so star struck by wealth and fame
And he considers women a game,
young girls a thing to be toyed with
While the morality crowd tosses him their kiss

And blames actual victims for not fighting back
A moral center is something you lack
When you tell a victim she should be ashamed
That she is responsible and to blame
For the reprehensible, unbelievable things that happened to her

“Maybe you should have…”
Perhaps YOU, yourself should take a step back
Heaven forbid you have to walk an inch in her shoes
And have to fight the feelings and demons she powers through
God bless your soul if you had to pay the same toll

See, I was a child left in hands of protectors, who turned out to be predators
Yet I consider myself lucky to only face what I did
I had to learn to forgive, no not the perpetrators
But myself

I had to set myself free from that closet floor
The place where I wasn’t strong enough to hold closed a door
And part of my innocence was left behind
I did nothing wrong
I’m not the one who needs to be excused
And I won’t excuse the behavior of those who chose to hurt me
I won’t let my little self be their excuse
But I also won’t let this bruise remain on my soul

I will champion the hurt and broken, we share a bond of words not spoken
I won’t let the continued silence of victims be turned against them as violence
You can’t excuse this as lewd words, because there are women behind them that have been hurt

Stop the excuses, reveal the lies
It’s not OK, to continually make survivors cry
Find your moral compass and follow it back
To a place where we’re not blamed for our attacks

If you think I’ve said too much, or that maybe I was too graphic
Perhaps what you should stop to see is that’s a bit tragic
I’ve freed myself from my own fear here
Through these few words I’ve shared

You’ll have to forgive the pain of their truth
I’ve lived through my own nightmare
So you’ll have to forgive me and take this as my proof
Because actions that lead to this kind of pain, are not something I will just excuse