I'm reading a book on grief. Grief has been an important part of my life for a good long time now, but last year has been difficult. And things will only get worse in the next few years. I suppose I'm bracing myself, even if I know it doesn't help much.
I not too long ago played this game and, while flawed, found it to be a very decent game with a lot of potential. My biggest gripe personally is that it devolves from an engaging and clever stealth game to a mass murder simulator, and the main character isn't terribly likable by the end. Still, I enjoyed it quite a bit and might even replay it some time.
Yes, yes I am.
That's actually a pretty clever subversion. Nice.
My immediate first thought also. And my favorite character in the game.
I run irssi on a Raspberry Pi. It has everything I need.
Mandrake. After that it gets hazy, but Mandrake was first.
Well that's just disingenuous as all fuck.
I know. I recently bought a new gaming console and damn, it's a mess. I'm going to sell it because I just can't accept what console gaming has become. I miss the NES.
I quite liked History of a Drowning Boy: The Autobiography by Dennis Nilsen.
Does The House of the Dead by Dostoevsky count?
The Shards by Bret Easton Ellis. I'm liking it a lot so far. It's undeniably Ellis, but he also feels more open and honest this time around. Maybe he's getting old and more comfortable in his own skin.