Y’know those weeks where all the days seem to mash together into an incoherent pile of work and non-work activities? That was my week last week, and partially this week. I’m not even sure I could describe to someone in words just how bizarrely the days went. Things happened, and I’m still here. That’s about all I know. Sadly, I didn’t blow up any shit on the 4th. In fact, when it came time to, at the very least, watch the local fireworks display, I was pretty much all like “meh, seen it.” I was just too damn tired.
Meanwhile, things are going great with our bathroom renovation, thanks for asking.
A few months back, I offered up a round-up of games that I had recently played or been playing. It was good; I liked it. It made me feel much more accomplished than I thought it would. And I think it’s something I’m going to try to do every few months, or thereabouts. (Probably without the “Play or Pass” references, unless I picked up something based off that series specifically.) Starting with this poorly titled post. Maybe I’ll come up with something snazzier eventually. Maybe not. I really don’t know. And as you can see, I’m having a damn near awful time with this introduction, so let’s just let on with the games, shall we?
Hmmm…good question. A strange yet intriguing one. It was uttered during a conversation we recently had with a professional framer about hanging pictures . She was talking about proper height at which to hang certain types of framed art, mirrors, etc. Such thoughts had never passed my mind before when accomplishing such a task other than: does the picture fit? Yes? Good. No? Move it elsewhere. But she discussed all sorts of things to consider, from windows and glare to wall heights and other objects in the room to perspective. That’s where the dining room came in – perspective. Would people be viewing the picture standing or seated, like in a dining room? A formal dining room, presumably.
Earlier this month, a blurb with this intriguing title (which was prefaced by “Asking the Big Questions #001”) appeared in my WordPress reader. Being the immensely curious type that I am, as well as someone who has seen a lot come and go in my years of blogging, I simply had to click. Not only that, the post was on The Well-Red Mage, a fantastic gaming/life site that I’ve followed and enjoyed for some time. I was rewarded with, well…a call to remember and share and answer a question:
“What have you learned since you started blogging?”
What an easy question, right? I mean, at first I was all like, “Oh yeah, I’ve learned TONS since I started up these writing shenanigans!”
And then I was like, “Lemme start counting! One…I’ve learned…um…well…that things…uh…”
For the past several months, I’ve been posting portions of my let’s play of Yoshi’s Woolly World to Virtual Bastion’s (formerly United We Game’s) YouTube channel. And now, it’s almost over! Yes, all good things must come to an end, as they say, and so too must Yoshi’s Woolly World.
Granted, the game hasn’t exactly been at the forefront of all things Nintendo over the past few months (let alone…years. The game came out in 2015. And even the recent Poochy & Yoshi’s Woolly World from the 3DS didn’t help much.), but I’ve still had a great time sharing. Not including the video above, there are only three more left. You can catch up with all the past ones on my Gaming Videos page.
As I attempt to reshape the voice of my blog, opening up a little more has become one of my goals. So when I saw this “getting to know me” challenge over on The Indecisive Eejit (great blog, lovely blogger – do follow!), I took it as the perfect opportunity to work towards that goal. I think I’m supposed to tag people or something, but that seems awfully irrelevant. If you want to take the questionnaire, then by all means, go for it! I’m not your mother.
I go grocery shopping every Sunday morning. And every Sunday morning at the grocery store, I buy a newspaper. And then, after getting home and putting the groceries away and eating breakfast, I sit participate in an ancient ritual: reading the Sunday paper while drinking coffee. It’s my Sunday “thing,” just as it was my parents’ “thing” and my grandparents’ “thing.”
It’s also a silly “thing,” because these days, there’s nothing in the newspaper that isn’t online. By the time the news is printed on Sunday, its old news. That’s not a knock against news reporters – they know how this all goes. Weekdays I listen to the local news every morning thanks to the TV, and then I listen online to world news later each day. But still, whenever Sunday rolls around, part of me looks forward to that moment with the news on paper and the coffee.
Like 100% of Americans (or, y’know, thereabouts), I harbor a slight problem with sugar. And the problem is that I like it…too much. Not enough to need medical attention, but more than I know I should. Compounding this issue is that I love baking. And I love baking things with sugar – from pies to cake to cookies to brownies. But because of my issues with sugar, which are pretty long-standing, I’d say that…hmmm…over the past four or five years, my baking efforts have nosedived. In a good way. I mean, if its not in the house, then we won’t eat it. You best believe me that if I make a batch of chocolate chip cookies on a Friday, they are gone by Monday. And that’s not good.