Meaningless mumbling: 2016 sucks.
Haven’t felt like blogging in a long while and that’s cool. There’s a plethora of possible reasons and excuses of varying validity which I could use, but won’t bar the fact I don’t feel inspired or motivated anymore. I may have read through the entirety of Transmetropolitan, which may have given me some desire to write something in an attempt to keep in touch somewhat with the other denizens of the House. I could use Facebook, but I’m drifting from that and either check it out of habit or try and organise games of Malifaux. Whether it’s fatigue from keeping up with the Joneses or just not being bothered/annoyed at having to start every goddamn conversation with almost everyone remains to be seen.
I may also have an uncanny resemblance to Spider Jerusalem, barring of course the smoking (and swish glasses that aren’t available anywhere 🙁 ). If I get heckled by activists on the street who ask what my spirit animal is (has happened to me on around 4 occasions now), the answer is going to be the above pro/antagonist of the Transmetropolitan series.
Heading somewhat on track, 2016 has turned out to be a weird and somewhat disappointing year so far, not unlike certain movies *coughsuicidesquadcough* and videogames *coughnoman’sskycough* released in this year. Kinda glad I didn’t buy NMS, the developers cut a lot of shit and it’s a series of find resources to upgrade the ship to go to a planet to find resources to upgrade the ship to go to a planet…and once the centre of the galaxy is reached, you get to do it again. TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIX TIMES. The game is a 64bit procedural generated content tech-demo with space exploration tacked on.
Getting this hobby related, I had about two games of infinity before I packed it in >.> I don’t really care for the community and “pie-ing the corner” is >.> really. Such gamey tactical ‘nuance’ is beyond me, or at least, I’m far more open to models claiming cover and line of site. Plus if you’re gonna tell me luck doesn’t exist and everything is confirmation bias, I’m really not going to enjoy playing the game- the odds of a favourable outcome occurring when you need said outcome = good luck, plus I’m sure as hell going to say that having 26 to-hit rolls all missing is unlucky. The models and fluff are ace despite this and perhaps one day I’ll paint them…once I try to get into Infinity for the third time >.> So yeah, that and the prospect of forking out >$300 for a passable amount of terrain and tokens is…well, fuck that shit man. I’m not paying the price of a 40k army to get enough terrain for a game. Everything also dies so quickly and douche tactics are promoted.
Not going to lie, it’s been a disappointing
hobby year. Have yet to win a standard game of Malifaux and that’s been eating away at me for a few months- I play to have fun, but a win would be nice and at this stage it’s more a psychological need as in ‘I can win games’. There are fun games, but of late everything is feeling flat. Having Lucius duke it out with Mah Tucket while an Exorcist accuses the Little Lass of being undead (hint: green skin = UNDEAAAAAAAAAAD!) is hilarious; losing 5/9 models during turn 1 of another game is not. Unsure whether or not to take a break (re: possible break of over a year to indefinite) from the hobby- I love painting and have improved greatly over the year (and bought $165 worth of Windsor and Newton brushes…you don’t need two kidneys really). Need to reset the attitude though, as up until yesterday I was fuming about being pipped at the post in an enforcer brawl tournament- missed out on 3rd by 2 points. Last model, last activation, last round. It pissed me off so much as placing in a tournament was so close and previous tournaments/events had me placing near-last or last. Plus, the placing certificate is mentally interpreted as some tangible proof of in-game competency. So yeah, was angry until I realised how much of a tool I am for being that angry over a game (still would’ve been nice to be 3rd though). Gonna try and fix the attitude and attempt to get games on again in the future. Angry jerkface Warlock needs to check himself before he wrecks himself.
Outside of hobbying there’s the sad fact my social life has kinda died on the vine as most of my associates, friends and acquaintances have or are graduating and moving on with life. It’s cool to see people I know graduate but losing that contact kinda blows. Losing that connection is oddly bittersweet- again it’s wonderful their moving on in life but it would be nice to keep that contact. Still, all the world’s a stage and certain actors/actresses enter the stage and exit the stage at varying points in the acts and scenes.
Me, well, I’m still plodding along with uni and expect to graduate next year. Work, bless their souls, are willing to have me do my placement at work so a) I don’t have to quit and b) they get a histo scientist out of the deal. It’s something at least and it’s a very good something as not having to leave work to do placement is a huge win. Insert apt comment about clouds with silver lining. It’s been a long road with uni and seeing graduation in a year’s time has been a long time coming- looking forward to it immensely. I will look like Lord Voldemort though once I’m clothed in the graduation gown. Totes not an evil magic man. I is chaotic good (well, more chaotic neutral this year but eh).
Oddly enough, it feels kinda therapeutic to get all of this out of the head and onto….a screen, I guess and while venting online is definitely something to do in moderation just removing it from the headspace clears up some room for healthier thoughts, yeah? Heh, at 2330 I feel somewhat better for having written an odd thousand words or so. If only uni assignments were this quick to type up, ha.
Anyhow, I’ll try and keep in touch a bit.