Sleepy, Hard to concentrate. Wish I was still in bed but gotta eat;. Etc.
Discovered something pretty amazing this morning : there is a program called Cathedral Assets Optimizer which totally automates the process of converting mods from the original Skyrim to ones that work with Skyrim Special Edition.
Which is not only super convenient because now I can use all the “Oldrim” mods I know and love from Way Back When, but also means that Way Back, when I said on the forums that in theory it should be possible to automate the process and people didn’t believe me, I was right, god damn it.
The first one I converted was a mod for a dragon follower named Faallokaar, There’s two majors versions of this mod : a boring sex-free one and a fun, exciting one where you can have all kind of crazy gay sex with him.
I chose door number 2. Of course.
At first I couldn’t figure out how to work the program because I could not figure out where it was outputting the mod’s files.
Spoiler, turns out it wasn’t, it was converting them where they sat. I am so used to converting file types to have input and output that it took me a while to realize what was going on. I thought it wasn’t doing anything at all.
Nope! It was working fine. I just needed a paradigm shift.
There is also a female version of this dragon, and that’s the one I used to use back when because she had a cute, sweet voice, whereas the male version has a deep, intimidating, rough voice.
Seems silly to me now, but what the hell, I was a different person then.
Weaker. More timid. Less complete. More depressed. More confused. Etc.
Thanks goodness I hae gotten better since there. Still a long way from sanity, but I am approaching it and gained speed.
More after the break.
My fantasy life
Alias “the closest thing I have to a real life”.
First, piracy : had to rescue my second play-through from oblivion. Loaded up the game and my subtly named pirate Cockup Yerbum was gone.
But this, I know how to handle. I just went straight to the save game directory and renamed one of the backup saves and Cockup was back.
I also backed up that whole directory and put the backup somewhere completely divorced from the main game so the main game can’t corrupt it.
It’s like I buried my treasure. Arrh, and all that.
The game itself is going swimmingly (and sailingly). I’ve gotten a lot better at searching the seas for boat carrying the metal I need to upgrade my ship (the Jackdaw), and so I am sleeker, stronger, and more powerful on the water than ever.
The proof of that came this afternoon, when for the first time (this time) I decided to attack a Level 1 fort on my own.
In my previous incarnation, attacking even a level 1 fort was a complicated and protracted affair as I tried to dodge the fort’s cannons and mortars while aiming my broadsides at the fort’s defensive towers.
This time the fight was brief and definitive. Blew the towers to smithereens with only a few shorts. Between my mortars, my broadsides, and my high precision swivel guns, I took them out with contemptuous ease.
Now I am thinking I might take on a Level 2 fort. See if I can handle one. What the heck. Worst thing that can happen is I get my ass handed to me.
In this game, that rarely costs you much in terms of time, effort, or treasure.The game autosaves quite frequently, and that encourages even risk-averse types like me to take risks and be bold.
There’s a life lesson in there somewhere, I am sure.
Over in the more fantastical waters of Skyrim. I have been making my way through the main plot semi-reluctantly.
I mean, I know I have to do it in order to get it out of my system and then I can start exploring other options, but I kind of know the plotline really, really well.
But what can I say, I get caught up in the plot and develop a need to do the next thing and the next thing and the thing after that, even though I know what’s coming next.
So clearly, it’s more about my being almost fanatically goal oriented and loving having a series of tasks to do than it is about anything to do with the story.
I am addicted to questing. As long as I have a “next thing” to do, I am happy.
Even if my motivation to do the “next thing” is not curiosity but nostalgia. For me, rocketing through the main quest is a trip down memory lane. I am constantly going “Oh right, I remember this!” in a way that feels like revelation.
The way I figure it, nostalgia is our brain’s way of rewarding us for unpacking and refrehing out memories.
That is why there is such pleasure in simply remembering. And why even bad things can provoke nostalgia, because it’s not the memory which is pleasing, but the remembering of it.
I mean, I have loads of nostalgia for my elementary school, Parkside Elementary, andI was fucking miserable there.
Yet all I have to do is think about the place and it all comes flooding back – the layout, the sounds, the memories, the emotions, and of course, the smell.
Dusty concrete, floor polisher, and pencil shavings.
Still happy I have my boinkable dragon companion Faallokaar with me. He has three modes : humanoid lizard (Argonian, of course), cow-sized mini-dragon,and full sized fire breathing ass kicking self sucking dragon.
That last one is hot AF.
He doesn’t do it in battle, though. That would be rude. And heavily imply a seriouslys askew set of priorities.
First you defeat evil, THEN you suck your own dick till you spurt hot cum down your throat, completely with gulping sounds.
Now if you’re excuse me, I need to go towel off my extremities.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.