I’m in the end game of Elden Ring, and I’m deep in my feels about it. How do I know it’s the end game? Well, settle down, wrap a comfy duvet around you, and listen up. It snowed, by the way, and actually stuck to the ground. That’s the best! It’s April 14th and we… Continue Reading
I am not anyone’s inspiration p0rn. Abbreviated inspo p0rn, apparently, which I appreciate. I was reading an Ask A Manager post about disability and the workplace, and it’s really frustrating how even the most woke of women (the vast majority of her commentariat are female-presenting people) felt the need to say that the actions of… Continue Reading
I am firmly in the end game so I’ll be talking about end game bosses, questlines, and such. Therefore, consider everything I’m about to say to be some kind of spoiler and be forewarned. We need to talk about Miquella’s Haligtree, an area that is the most miserable I’ve been in for any From game.… Continue Reading
When I was in my twenties, I realized I didn’t want to have children. More to the point, I realized I didn’t have to have them–if I was willing to push back on the societal message that a woman is nothing if she doesn’t breed. I got a lot of shit for it, only from women,… Continue Reading
It’s been seven months since my medical trauma, and it’s been heavy on my mind in the last week. Probably because of my birthday because I should not be here. I made it to the second half of my first century, which is incredible. It’s not something that I can really quantify, though, or offer… Continue Reading
It’s not a secret that I love FromSoft games. Or, more specifically, Dark Souls games. However, I have long since maintained that they don’t love me back and that the relationship between me and From games is abusive. From will never love me back (or make games that I can comfortably play). That’s just a… Continue Reading
When you’re in a situation that feels hopeless, it’s hard not to become bitter. There is a commentor on one of the blogs I read who is oozing in negativity. Having read about her situation, it’s understandable. Unfortunately, she’s at the place where she feels like she can do nothing about it but constantly complain.… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I maundered about my birthday and why I never liked it in the past. As is my wont, I rushed near the end because I was tired of writing and because it was getting too wordy. I talked about how I had gotten to the point of neutral about my birthday during the pandemic.… Continue Reading
I used to hate my birthday with all my heart. Even as a kid, I dragged my feet when my mother wanted to have a birthday party for me. In part, it was because I didn’t have any friends and felt as if the girls I asked only came on sufferance. Was that true? Probably… Continue Reading
I’ve been musing about tradition for several posts, and I want to continue that gravy train. When I start thinking about something, I keep going until I am beyond tired of the subject. Then I think about it some more until I’m ready to drop it and never speak of it again. I’m not there… Continue Reading