Ahh my dear brother and his progeny. I’m afraid I’ve given them ammunition. Not with intention. But I so rarely have time with them that it is hard to judge which subjects are discussed and which aren’t. We had a great time regardless. Didn’t eat a lamb. Catherine went to a farm and now she won’t eat lamb so we had battery chickens who had lived in a box from cradle to grave with their feet dissolving instead. They’re fine as she didn’t feed them by hand once.
He’s got a rabbit. Appropriate for the season.
Nicholas is in his twenties right now, and streams himself playing Dead by Daylight named for a David Gemmel character who was in his seventies. Druss the Legend, the aged axeman who had to coordinate the defences for one last major battle. I left a book lying around and it clearly had an effect on Nick. It’s a very good version of the “one last job” trope in a fantasy setting. It’s weird seeing an ingenue like Nick associate with the character but then I found the Gemmel book when I was roughly his age. Legend. It’s a great piece of heroic fantasy, and Druss is a memorable hero who holds the line. It’s Thermopylae in fantasyland, with an old axeman at the front. But you aren’t gonna make a living by streaming unless you are shithot at editing and extremely charismatic and well connected online. He’s none of the three, but could prove us all wrong just as I eventually proved my parent-driven critics wrong but at what cost at what cost?
Now I’m home with an absurd sausage dog who is pining for his keepers. They’ve all gone to a concert. I didn’t expect to get left with it but I have.
He’s cute. We are just establishing how to be friends. He’s still pining, but he’s getting used to the fact it is just the two of us now. Before long he’ll be chilling out with me. But I figured I’d write this while he was establishing that they definitely aren’t here anymore. Timed it pretty well. He’s just started trying to clamber on me. I think the two of us will be in dialogue for the rest of the evening.
He’s come to sit on me now. But he’ll be off before long to bark at random things that might be his keepers.
AlBarclay 