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Virtual but still reality

It’s funny to me when people talk about the internet as not being real. I mean, communities on the internet. I understand that attitude from twenty years ago when it was new and unusual. But. It’s been a thin now for quite some time, and people have made lifetime friendships and even met their long-term partners in this fashion. I met Ian on Twitter a decade ago, and our friendship is still going strong. Most of our interactions are online-based, but that doesn’t make it any less real. I know that he would do anything for me (and has). He knows I would do anything for him (and have). My door is always open to him and vice-versa. He’s coming to visit in a week and staying for two weeks. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen him since the pandemic, and I cannot wait. We have such an easy rapport that it’s like being by myself (which is a compliment). My cat loves him almost as much as he (Shadow) loves me, and that’s saying something.

I met K in person nearly three decades ago, but we only talked once every few weeks. This was before messaging and texting was common. We got together once every other month or so, but we knew that we could see each other more often than that if we wanted. Until she moved to Philly. I will admit that was hard. Even though we didn’t see each other that often, the knowledge that I could drive fifteen minutes to her house was comforting. We message every now and again, and we talk once a month for hours. She’s planning on visiting in a month or so, and I cannot wait. I picture us thirty years from now in an old folks home, heckling the other inmates.

The fact that I have to use technology to nurture both of these relationships for the most part doesn’t make them any less real. We don’t have to be physically in each other’s presence in order to care about each other. I love both of them just as much as if I see them every day. Honestly, probably more because I am a solitary person. I wouldn’t want to see any person every single day, though Ian did stay with me for four months (on was it three?) when he had an internship with Game Informer, and we had no problems.

I get that there are different vibes when you’re hanging in person than when it’s online, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be a different kind of friends within an online community. Like in the RKG Discord, I do genuinely care about the people. I want the best for them. I’m happy when something good happens to them and sad when something bad happens. There are in-jokes and short-hands. There are shared experiences and some of them meet in person (the Brits) on the regular.


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Finally finishing up my endless awards of the year

All right. We’re at the end of the year (nearly) and at the end of my award posts (nearly). I have three awards left to give (nearly) in a year that defies definition. The fact that I am here to write this is amazing in and of itself. I can’t overemphasize this point enough–I should be dead. The fact that I’m alive at all is unbelievable. The fact that I don’t have any lasting damage (that I know of) is a miracle. And, yes, I’ve come around full circle to the word. I am a miracle. While I’m not embracing it, I’m not pushing it away, either. No, it doesn’t mean anything in my day-to-day, but it’s useless to deny or push back on it, either.

Before I get tot the awards, however, I want to say something about Spiritfarer by Thunder Lotus Games because I finished the Jackie & Daria update and it really hit me hard. I did not care for the ungainly and clumsy platforming in the Daria parts–please, for the love of all the gods, if you are not a platforming game, do NOT include platforming in the essential gameplay sections. I’m including FromSoft in this because they LOVE their platforming sections and they’re all bad–and it got so bad, I nearly quit the update. The controls are squishy and there is overdrift in every direction. Having platforms that disappear is bullshit and being able to fall all the way down to the beginning of the section again is bullshit. I actually cursed during this section, which is not what a cozy game should engender in me while I play it. If Ian had been around, I would have made him do the platforming sections without hesitation.

Jackie, on the other hand, quickly wormed his way into my heart. A loud and foul-mouthed, crass, coarse, brash hyena who works as an orderly in a hospital and has an inflated view of himself–one that is clearly just a mirage. He knows that he’s not any of the stuff he’s saying he is and he knows that he’s a piece of shit. It’s funny because I was talking to Ian about dirtballs and how I have a soft spot for them. That’s exactly what Jackie is and the fact that his steady stream of cursing is similar to what’s going on in my brain.

It’s clear that he was in a lot of pain that he wasn’t dealing with.


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Sometimes, real life gets in the way

I’ve been obsessed with a game called Night in the Woods for the past week or so.  I’ve had my eye on it ever since it came out because it sounded like it could be my jam. The main character is a black girl cat who dropped out of college and returned to her Rust Belt small town after a year-and-a-half, and everything is dying. That’s all I knew about it before buying it because I knew I was going to play it one day, and I try to keep myself spoiler-free before playing a game that is narrative-rich. It was on sale during the last Steam sale for $13.99, and I was between games, so I decided to buy it.

I have since played it through twice (and have started a third playthrough), and I have many thoughts about it. Unfortunately, real life has gotten in the way, so I will have to table it until next week. For now, enjoy RockLeeSmile playing his way through it. I will caution that if you want to play it, you should do so without reading anything about it or watching any playthroughs.

Here are a few screencaps to wet your whistle. Enjoy.