Back home for Christmas. Little traditions.
Alright then, who am I mutually planning to see at Glasto but realistically we’ll never align our schedules or energy levels
I am seized by energy and a desire to Do Things, which will probably translate to spending the day having choice paralysis and then Doing Nothing.
The evenings getting dark earlier is sad yes but I got my first whiff of autumn air on my run last night and it was just lovely.
I had my last day at Emitwise yesterday, and now I’m in the odd liminal space that happens before I start my new job next week.
Cuttin about in a boiler suit tied at the waist holding a coffee, fully living out my James Holden fantasy
Things change every time I go home so it’s somewhat reassuring that Belfast International remains the world’s worst airport.
Managed a fair few V2/V3 routes bouldering today, which isn’t all that exciting but for us it’s a big step up, chuffed
Not AC though, never that
Central Line has 4G now, truly living in the future
It is with deep regret I announce that I am back in the UK, a country I already had a strong dislike of which has blossomed into deep hatred from simply being elsewhere for twenty days
I introduced Lucy to Tunic and now it’s 2am and she won’t come to bed
Trying to retrain my brain from “I’m tired, I don’t want to do exercise” to “if I do exercise I might feel less tired”
Cycled into work for the first time this year and I feel great
My wee nephew just said “bye bye” to me on the phone, first words I’ve heard him say 🥲
My favourite thing about living in the UK is those magazines that report on what happens in soaps like it’s news. Must be utterly baffling for anyone who moves here
Older gent in front at the pharmacy, kept insisting he had something to show them. Pulled out of a brown envelope…a picture of Charles & Camilla? On closer inspection, a 100th birthday card! Don’t think I’d ever met a centenarian. Amazing.
I knew my partner was The One the first time I visited her parents and in her childhood bedroom was a full run of Artemis Fowl
People who self-censor swears are so f*cking funny to me
Day 2 of being off sick and can’t shake this guilty feeling that I ought to be Doing Something Productive with my day, despite the fact my brain is absolutely not capable of it right now
Feeling deeply, profoundly demoralised today, despite a weekend of making big strides forward on my game engine
At what point is the deadline for working my way through the leftover Christmas chocolate? At what point does it just become “we have too much chocolate in the house”?
I’m the biggest clean freak of anyone I know - to a probably unhealthy degree - and a past me would have absolutely had a panic attack, but at this point I’m so fucking cat-pilled I just went “aww sorry baby”, cleaned up and gave her an apology cuddle.
Managed to startle the cat when she was in her litter box today…which unfortunately meant in her haste to get away she trod on one of her recently laid delights. And then proceeded to run around the flat, which I could prove because she left prints. Cats!
This rewatch of the Expanse is great, actually even better for having now read the books. Though it does mean we now say “we should space her” when we put the cat outside when she’s being annoying at 4am
Spotted so many red kites on the bus to Oxford. Hard to believe these were once extinct in England!
My new profile photo is from a New Years’ Day walk near the farm my mum grew up on, which is still farmed by my uncle. This old house and the area around it are referred to as “Macaleese’s” after the family that used to live there nearly a century ago. It was used to store hay bales until the top floor collapsed. I love it.
When I worked in the games industry I remember being told the average tenure was six years and thinking that was crazy low. I lasted…five and a half years.
I’m at day four of going cold turkey on Sertraline (ran out, pharmacy being slow) and lemme tell ya I am having nil craic with these withdrawal symptoms
In ’the naming of cats’, T.S. Eliot posits that every cat has a secret name known only to themselves. I have determined that my cat’s secret name is ‘piss goblin’
I’ll be wandering around WASD this week if any pals want to hang out! I’ll be at the Thursday night thing and at the expo on Friday and prob Saturday. Please be aware I have been doing gamedev again so will probably trauma-dump.
So after posting my Manifesto I tried some pizza from Veggie Crust on the Old Kent Road and while it was no Mario it was some pretty good Good Shit Pizza.
I moved from East to South London in the summer of last year. South London has been amazing, especially for food, but there’s one thing missing.
We went to a couple of cool exhibitions today - the ASMR one at the Design Museum and the one about Japanese silk braiding (Kumihimo) at Japan House.
My flatmate/co-host Jake bangs on my door shortly after I wake up.
“Coffee?” “Please mate.”
This isn’t really going to be a game review. Taken purely as a game, and ignoring its wider impact, Pokémon Go is not very good. It crashed frequently before a recent update, there’s nothing to do outside populated areas, the drain on battery and mobile data is high, and it’s incredibly hard for new players coming in to the game a few weeks late to catch up.