Jack of Harts

One of the more heartwarming events in fandom I have seen in recent years is Malfoid. A giant “what if Draco Malfoy was a girl,” by the fans. This has exploded into video and comic retellings of different scenes and stories by different creators around the world. Draconia Malfoy is the most common name. Most ideas change only Malfoy. Sometimes the retellings include a female Ron and Snape. One thing I like about these stories is that they are a very clear reimagining of the story, and take things in very different directions. They aren’t changing the race of a character and then saying they are faithfully telling the same story. They are changing a core conceit of the story and then showing a different story. Millions of children learned to read with Harry Potter. Now millions are learn to tell stories with Draconia Malfoy. Are most of them drek? Yes. But some of them are amazing. And I am here to smile and love the amazing ones.

One of the things that Transformers has pretty much always done is that there are basic Transformer modes in fiction.

There are basic Seekers, Vehicon Drones, Autotroopers, and various others.

Bumblebee is often called a scout designated B127. Plus there are many other basic models of Transformers. Hauler bots. Tanks. Helicopters.

We often see them in video games as basic troopers we end up fighting a lot, with the individually named Transformers being bosses or minibosses.

I have gone with this basic idea in my Rebirth story, with the Security Bot being a basic small Transformer design. One named version of that is Cog, the scout drone for Fortress Maximus.

He rather likes that little guy, so when he first rebuilt his first body and didn’t have the resources to build his full-scale fortress body, he built Cog and fought with him.

It’s one of the little deep dive bits of Transformers lore I have my fan fiction story.

Gen X has a unique sense of humor.

This week we had a lot of rain in my hometown, and on Friday I let my Gen X flag fly. I welcomed someone walking through my lobby and said it was a beautiful day outside. The person I was saying it to smiled brightly and agreed as she walked out into it.

I waited for her to walk out, turned to my coworker, and said “she was far too cheerful to pick up on my Gen X sarcasm.” My coworker laughed.

So… yeah… that’s my Gen X interaction for the week.