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Cake day: August 8th, 2024

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  • When my wife and I were dating, she told me about a road trip game.

    When you see a car, you put the word “anal” in front of it. That’s it. That’s the whole game.

    Anal Expedition: sounds fun!

    Anal Odyssey: sounds harrowing!

    Anal Golf: I wonder how that’s played?

    I’ve heard of solar and lunar, but what’s an Anal Eclipse?

    Anal Sonata: I can hear it in my head right now.

    That’s not even scratching the surface. The possibilities are endless.










  • I played it at launch. It worked fine for me.

    But yeah, some players had technical issues that were quickly patched. That’s how launches work nowadays. The reaction seems justified in a vacuum, but if you compare it to how glitches affect the scores of other games, it’s weird.

    Cyberpunk 2077 still got good scores despite major technical issues that took a lot longer than a week or two to fix.

    I can go buy the re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-release of Skyrim and still encounter the same game-breaking bugs that I encountered fifteen years ago.

    So I still feel like Anthem got treated unfairly here. If it was some bland, unimaginative game that didn’t do anything else well, sure, I get why they wouldn’t pull their punches. But again, the gameplay was immaculate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better game treated worse.


  • Honestly Anthem was so fucking good. It’s a victim of the internet hate machine.

    My hobby is video games, but some people’s hobby is hating things, and those people decided that Anthem was the next thing to hate. The hate was insanely disproportionate to the actual problems that Anthem had.

    The endgame grind needed some work, but that’s always the case with a live service game. Comparing it to Destiny, which had been out for five years at that point, there wasn’t a lot of content. Comparing it to video games in general, it was fine. Easily worth the cost of a new game.

    Graphics-wise? Top notch, triple-A.

    And as far as gameplay, the actual most important part of a game? Anthem was a fucking masterpiece. The combat was fun and varied. Classes were distinct.

    And the traversal was the best I’ve ever played. Soaring through the air like Iron Man and dipping into a waterfall so my suit doesn’t overheat is one of the video game highlights of my life.

    But the internet ruined it. The same outrage machine that was built to respond to things like “a sense of pride and accomplishment” was turned on Anthem, not because it was that bad, but because there wasn’t anything else particularly hate-worthy that week.







  • I just really, really like being with them. They’re sweet, they’re so smart, and they love me. I want to hang out with them. I want them to come to the grocery store with me. I want to play games and have tickle fights and sing silly songs with them.

    But my favorite thing is probably how funny they are. I write some of it down. Most of these happened when they were three.

     

    “Did somebody draw us?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Like before we were real. Did somebody draw us to make us real?”

     

    My son sees numbers painted on the sidewalk and asks if they’re letters:

    “ABCDEFG. Is that from that?”

     

    “What if it was someone’s birthday when they already passed away? That would be sad. Then they wouldn’t be able to eat their cake.”

     

    My wife helps my son to use the potty, and she takes off his jacket first:

    “Mommy, did you forget where my penis is? Did you think it’s up here? It’s not. It’s down here.”

     

    After I read my daughter Rikki Tikki Tavi, which features a snake named Nag:

    Daughter: “Nag is tall. Nag is as long as you are tall.”

    Wife: “Is he five feet long? I’m five feet tall” Daughter: “Snakes don’t have feet”

     

    When searching for the opposite of “inside out”, instead of saying “right side in” my daughter called it “un-inside out”, which I think actually makes more sense.

     

    “You need to behave.”

    “Ok. I’m being have.”

     

    Finishing a long conversation with the cat:

    “Next time I’m going to teach you to say words.”

     

    My third child will most likely be born this week, and the thing I’m looking forward to most is late night feedings. People complain about those and I can’t sympathize. I love them.

    There’ll be a day when I’d give anything to go back and relive those moments, holding my baby at 2am, singing them to sleep. It’s a perfect moment.

    I was never that big on the idea of kids before I had them. I deeply, deeply value my independence. But this is good too.