I should post in this more. I’ll do that! Starting now.
When I was a kid, I had this book about history. It had a picture of a plague doctor in it which freaked me the fuck out. I was like WHY IS HE A BIRD WHY. My tiny mind couldn’t handle it. I haven’t thought at all about plague doctors since then, until Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood came out. There’s a plague doctor in it. And I thought, “Oh, I remember those guys.” I wasn’t scared anymore. Then today I came across a drawing somebody did of a speculative Pokemon based on plague doctors, and I thought it was really cool. I think now I kind of like them. I’m gonna do some research.
I’ve got a problem. On a given day, by the time I hit my stride, it’s always nearly bedtime. I could stay up, sure. But societal pressures keep us diurnal, don’t they? What I need is a way to get started earlier in the day. I wonder what my problem is. Maybe it’s got something to do with breakfast. I never was a great consumer of breakfast, for one reason or another. Got me into trouble in school; was always late. Must work on that. Must work.
So yeah, the past week or so my anxiety disorder has escalated pretty badly. I’ve recently started on a new medication, so I thought at first that it was just a bad side effect. But then I considered that maybe I just need to work through it? Like, maybe I’m not feeling increased anxiety because of an adverse reaction, but because I legitimately have a lot to be anxious about? In case it is this, I’m trying to work on those things. This will be interesting?
Oh jeez, I haven’t posted on this thing in a while. Oh Depression, you so crazy!
So for the past couple of months my back has been hurting something fierce. I only today realized that a contributing factor may be my habit of going without my glasses so I have to lean in to see shit.
I have decided to start reading Star Wars Expanded Universe books. For years I have been hearing tantalizing snippets from the EU, whispers of Mandalorians, Sith, Mynocks. But I was reticent to venture into this world, with its myriad series, authors, and timelines. The vagaries of the canon were daunting.
Eventually, the curiosity became too much for me, too much to hold in my body. I yearned to find out what was so special about the Nulls, who the fuck Jacen Solo is, and why the Yuzan Vong are so special. I found my tendrils leeching into all corners of the nets, probing encyclopedic resources official and unofficial, attempting to scry out the shape of a list to which I could adhere in my purchases. But no list exists to which I can avail.
So I’m just going to go to the fucking bookstore, and try to divine which order in which I am supposed to read these tales, usinig some kind of tactile psychometry.
I am teaching my nephew to play Pokemon. I think it was a mistake to introduce him to it first on the GameBoy Advance platform, considering that device’s issue with brightness. I’ll figure it out.
I love how quickly he’s taking to it. He latched onto the concept of houses and towns right away. He’s four, so he’s old enough to read the more common words, and can be taught new words quickly. It gave him a big kick to be addressed in the game by his actual name. If he likes this, wait until he plays Zelda!
He’s adding these little meta-game elements. Like, he’ll go see how his mom is doing, and see how his teacher is doing. “I hope Professor Elm doesn’t have a cold! Hee hee!” It’s something I never did, though now I wish I did.
He’s still in the first town, and has yet to enter tall grass. We shall see what happens.