Goldkin @Goldkin@awoo.space

Omg, this actually does something now!

Into postgame, this game casts the main character as the antihero to foil for the supporting cast, instead of making it all about their journey. And I like that, much more than had they run with effusive praise like all the previous games.

One of the best things: they left the best character writing for postgame. Champion Leon’s writing is as flat as rice paper during the main story, but he really comes into his own once he becomes your rival in the battle tower — and his backstory reflects that, too.

It feels like this story is written as your _rivals’_ coming of age arc, not the main player’s. Which is a good take, since the main player is expected to sweep everything anyway, per series tradition.

Theorem: sufficiently advanced Pokemon mastery is indistinguishable from becoming a Yoshi.

I wish I had even 1% of the professionalism and integrity that Fiona Hill is showing on the stand today. Total badass.

Listening to this is also instructive in how aggressive sea-lioning and repetition is used by Rs to attempt to control the process. Summarily thanking and dismissing them through their own words is so incredibly effective.

Aaaaaaaa, shiny zigzagoon get!

Annnnd they have been renamed to Gex.

Why did my tiny sad gecko friend turn into an international superspy?

... oh no, they’re hot.

Can anyone in the Seattle area recommend trans-friendly press contacts to talk to? I may have a lead on discrimination by government employees for them to look into.

Not immediate or urgent, but I want to be able to pass these contacts along if they’re needed.

It was at this point that, as all dreams do, things went sideways based on snatches of half-remembered popular media. I think a crew was sent to clear the snow and disavow the existence of snow drakes (etc). It morphed into a B movie plot by the time I woke up.

So the first part is definitely better.

Dreamed that a rather large ice wyrm had settled in in our forest. It took out a few trees and delighted itself in chasing the local squirrels and mice without harming them, indiscriminately leaving a patchwork of snow and splintered trees in its wake.

We couldn’t figure out what to do about this turn of events. We’d just about run out of ideas when its Mother returned, scooping it up like a mewling cub.

We parlayed with her to bring snow just a little earlier this year. She obliged.

My only complaint about this little ham radio experiment is it looks like what the movies think an explosive device might look like. (It’s just a radio.)

Reposted to mark media sensitive, given that.

Instead of hiding it in private posts: if any locals would like to hang out for low-impact things during the holidays, my schedule is looking pretty light this year.

Mixed pasta dishes this evening (pesto and Alfredo):

As it turns out, $15 Pokemon card tins make surprisingly good soldering kits.