Maybe that should be the title of all my blog entries, or even the name of the blog. It gets the basic idea across without restricting the content.
I mean, everything is a thought. When you think about it.
And I am, amongst other things, a thinker. I ponder things almost constantly though rarely consciously, and this magnificent mind of mine periodically outputs the results to my consciousness, and it would nice to have a place to put those thoughts when they are piping fresh from the oven and need time to cool.
As is, everything recirculates. Whatever pops into my consciousness gets put right back into the pot to cook some more, and while that has produced the exemplary bouillabaisse of my high quality thought, I think it also leads to an accumulation of little bits of bone and feather and skin at the bottom of the pot that tends to spoil the whole thing any chance it can.
That must be a record for both my most complex paragraph and my most overextended metaphor. I think a round of polite golf applause is warranted.
Thank you, thank you. You’re too kind.
I could seriously imagine this blog evolving into a Pikachu a formatless collection of my random thoughts left to stand all alone.
It might make it even less interesting to read, but it would make it serve its primary purpose – being a place to put the thoughts in my head so I can get some mental peace – far better than now.
I will give it some thought.
But odds are, nothing will change.
More thoughts on The Outer Worlds :
My main issue with the game – and it its a minor one, as evidence by the fact that I just played it for like three and a half hours straight – is that it’s a bit too easy.
The combat is not very challenging and thus there is no sense of danger to the fights, and therefore no stakes and no excitement.
With my two companions backing me up, I can kick the ass of anything they throw at me. There’s still occasional moments when the enemy overwhelms me and I die, but I am still not feeling the threat.
So I might bump it up to Hard mode. See how I like that.
That’s pretty rare for me in games, and that suggests to me that maybe they made the default setting a little too easy.
The PC snob in me says (Morris the Cat voice) “Well, they probably had to make it that easy for all the little kids playing on consoles. “
There is no end to the sins a PC snob will pin on the necessity to make games “accessible” for the people who use (voice dripping with scorn) consoles.
Game too easy? Consoles.
Game too hard? Consoles…. clearly, the game was programmed assuming you would be using a controller and not a mouse and keyboard LIKE A NORMAL PERSON,
Graphics pretty lame? It probably looks perfect on a CONSOLE.
Plot really stupid? They probably had to dumb it down for people on CONSOLES.
Game is glitchy as fuck? Well pardon me for playing it on an exciting, dynamic PC and not some stamped out by the millions CONSOLE.
But what about the truly excellent games, like Witcher 3? The games that are so good no PC gamer can say a word against them? The games that are the Casablanca-level games PC gamers adore?
What then, mister smarty pants?
Well it’s simple.
Those are PC games that were allowed to also be ported to consoles so that console gamers can see what a real game looks like, even if it’s probably wasted on them.
Yes, we really are that bad.
And I must be French, because I find that kind of pretentious snobbery hilarious.
Especially when I find it in myself.
Well that was bleedin’ unpleasant.
I was most of the way asleep when something in my room shifted and fell and made a loud bang sound.
This scared the shit out of me. Almost literally.
I went from zero to extremely startled and freaked out in the space of a heartbeat. That. in itself, is not too unusual.
For many years, I have gone through this period of hyperreflexia as I fall asleep. In it, even soft sounds, like someone closing a door in the apartment above, can trigger a strong startle response.
It’s damned irritating because the last thing you want when you are trying to sleep is to be jolted awake by a perfectly normal sound. The sort of thing you would barely even perceive when you are fully awake.
But this time was far worse than usual. It shook me up and I stayed shook. Hours later, I am still shaking a little bit. It was a severe blow to my system and, as if that wasn’t enough, I eventually had to get out of bed to go to the bathroom and ended up spending 45 minutes in there as my bowels spasmed and tried to tie themselves in knots.
IBS : It punishes you for being upset by things!
I only just got out of poop jail right before I started writing this. I am hoping that once I fully settle down, I will be able to take a good solid nap where I sleep the sleep of the dead and wake up with my system reset to factory defaults.
It’s so damned frustrating to have this sort of thing dropped on me out of the blue. Something purely random and mild kicks my ass and there’s nothing I can do about it except survive it and move on.
Like I am not already paranoid and mistrustful of the word. This sort of thing just confirms my deep seated belief that the world hates me and never tired of coming up with new and exciting ways of fucking with me.
But of course, that’s not really true.
The truth is it doesn’t give a shit about me at all.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.