Thinking about fitness and money. I need to get some acting work soon. Day job stuff is a little thin on the ground suddenly. This might be my favourite time of year but that’s partly due to a history being lucky at this time of year, so I’ll need to get lucky, eh?
Right now it’s just me and the cats. I went and booted up Skyrim on the Steamdeck today just as it felt like things were slow enough that I could do it for a while. Skyrim takes weeks and weeks but it is the definition of a classic game, and I’ve never given it the time as I know how much time it needs. I’ll work my way slowly through this Nordic tale. One of my old friends saw on my Steam activity that I was playing it and sent me a message “I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow in the knee.” That’s a decent enough in joke… It’s a very strange game. This evening my character went on a bender and sold somebody’s goat to a giant and now I’m trying to make things better. There are plenty of moral choices in the game but very few moral consequences. It was made at a time before people with agendas started making videos of one option as if it was the only option and putting them on YouTube: “This game forces everyone to sell goats to giants, look here is me doing it, it must be the only option.”
They’ve just released a simplified broken version of Disco Elysium on mobile, stolen from the devs and with all the interest removed. It’s one of the most fascinating titles from the last decade if you get the Final Cut, but for mobile they’ve cut the teeth out. It needs to have those teeth to be the challenging sad weird piece of story that was released some years ago by excellent developers none of whom will get a penny from the mobile port as the studio has gone full Sugarman.
Games are fascinating and broken right now. I’m happy to either play none or play old ones. There’s more character and style in most of the old ones. BG3 excepted.
But this is why I need to get fit. Games don’t build body. I’m talking to some personal trainer type human tomorrow who works in the park over the road. I’m gonna try to start going to yoga classes with Lou. Time to remember the old bod.
And time to try and make some money. The things are connected loosely. Nobody is gonna pay me to gather nirnroot and kill dragons (Skyrim), or overcome the conflicting voices in my head and my own self loathing and try and work out who I am (Disco Elysium).
A spot of driving tomorrow and I do have some lines to learn. All is well.
AlBarclay 