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Category Archives: Myopia

Mysterious Me

I am an inveterate mystery reader. I consume them as if they were chocolate, which, in case you don’t know, is on a daily basis. I’ve fallen off them a bit lately, but I can still read a four-hundred page mystery in a couple hours. Side note: When I’m flying, I like to read a… Continue Reading

Exploring Dirtmouth With My Trusty Rusty Nail

Ed. Note: I am talking about the game, Hollow Knight, in this post. There will be spoilers, but no boss names. Be forewarned.  As I wander through Dirtmouth, tattered cape flapping in the wind, and my nail strapped to my back, I marvel at the lush but bleak environments surrounding me. I don’t say a word… Continue Reading

Fringe Benefits?

Most of the time, I am perfectly fine with being on the edge of American society. I am *deep breath* a Taiwanese American, bisexual, fat, old, unmarried, childfree, agnostic teetotaling, makeup-free, taiji-practicing/sword-loving woman with four tats who hates shopping, cooking, and clothing, but likes video games, graphic novels/comics, and sports*.  It’s just who I am,… Continue Reading

Uphill Climb

Hello, everyone. I am happy to say that I am on my way to recovery, finally. It’s slow, and it’s agonizing, and it still feels as if aliens are chewing on my face (but less nosily), and I’m still exhausted, but at least I can walk to the bathroom without wanting to collapse in a… Continue Reading

Three Lads and a Dark Souls Let’s Play

I stumbled over a Let’s Play a little while back of three British lads from IGN playing Dark Souls (the original). To be more precise, one lad, Rory (Irish and American. NOT Irish-American, but actually Irish and American separately), had never played any Souls game, and he was the one who was going to control… Continue Reading