it's a convoluted mess
Bob started a new Cyberpunk 2077 play through. They just released a major update that reworked practically everything about it, so it’s kind of like playing a brand new game. There is also a new expansion story coming out, so he’s excited about that. Meanwhile, I’m still laughing about the first time he played the game when it first came out. — It’s the thought that counts… R: I like this game. I found a… Keep reading…Is that a compromise…
S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly… Keep reading…Fourteen…
Brain Dump: Writing About Writing… Every time I think I have successfully refocused my brain to work on a given story, Basil leans on my shoulder all, Yeah proud of you, but how ’bout this one? But he doesn’t usually have any sort of useful inspiration to offer for working on that one, but it’s enough of a distraction to derail what focus I had on the other one and the cycle begins anew. I… Keep reading…Maybe not so much…
September. Finally. Already. Whatever. It’s still ninety-some degrees outside with a heat advisory. And an extreme fire weather watch because drought. But at least August is fucking over. August sucked extra hard this year. Anyroad. A few weeks back, Bob came home from work (first in a long time that he had to actually go into the office) and stated, “I feel like we need an owlbear around here.” So… S: To be fair, you… Keep reading…Can’t be denied…