Thanksgiving happened. For one day, I was able to stop thinking, relax, and just have a nice day. Nice to shut off the news feed and just enjoy some time with my family. I went for a jog with my friend Chris- well, not so much a jog, but an incline walk on the treadmill while watching a movie with him. (Airplane.) Funny, non Trump related. Every movie I've been watching while doing my regular exercises has been somehow related to the rise of our fascist and the end of America/end of the world, so I've been watching Back to the Future 2, Running Man, Fury Road, Idiocracy, Fight Club, etc. Next up, if I can get it to work, is Robocop, or possibly Brazil.
Watching these movies is my way of coping. Also, burning at least 1200 kCal in an hour and a half definitely has it's benefits- my running speed has really improved, and I'm finding it really easy just to run effortlessly on flat terrain, where I was having trouble earlier. My weight isn't changing, but people have been telling me I've been slimming down. I can't tell- I still eat a lot and drink more than I should on weekends, but I think this might be mitigating it.
I think there's been a gradual change- I've felt a sense of purpose rise in me. I want to live, I want to succeed, be there for people who need it. The coming years will not destroy America because of people like me. We will work together, and all have a place. The place I have discovered is that of the counselor. A lot of people are going to be poor and need mental health help. I will be there.
I've been reading about the gutting of Medicare, ACA, etc., and all the Trump supporters who are aghast at that- they were all for getting rid of Obamacare, not taking the two seconds to look into it and realize it was the same program that they loved, the same one that made medical insurance a lot easier to get. Now when they're finding out they're losing it, they're pissed, and hopefully realizing they wrought this mess. I'm looking forward to all the straight up pissed off senior citizens who lose their health insurance raising all kinds of hell. I'm looking to the elderly, the greatest generation, cannibalizing this lying sack of shit. Hell, I'm looking forward to watching him flail about as impeachment happens, the gradual truth that a talk show host can't be president.
But then what happens? Pence? The guy's a beast as well. And it's not a good time for anyone who isn't a straight white guy. As someone who fits fairly well in that category, I feel like I'll do fine, but as someone who is also a progressive Christian who loves thy neighbor, this bugs the shit out of me.
So I'm making myself better. I have a new force in my life, a new goal, a new need to be a better person. A need to fix the world.
After Trump won, I drank for four days, sobering up for work, but once it was done, hitting the bar. I couldn't handle it. But once I sobered up, I started working. I started fighting.
I've got a Kung Fu training scheduled today. Feeling kind of sick so I think I'll cancel it, I don't want to get my teacher sick as well, even though he's an old friend and doing all this in exchange for me taking him out for beers or food, as he's currently in trade school and is kind of broke, so going out to a restaurant is a rarity for him. I might go, I might stick around home. Recently picked up Watch Dogs 2, and I've been really enjoying it. It's a really fun game, and while I tend to hate open world games, I like this one. The respect it gives to hacker culture is really cool.
Anyway, I don't know if I have much to share beyond this. I still have a few articles queued up from today, plus I'm still at work (just taking a short break after I cleared my inbox so some work could queue up that I could blast through- I tend to work best in highly energized spurts, taking the time to do other things inbetween to break it up and distract my mind.) In any case, I should get back to work. Then grab some egg rolls.
There's a Donut place down the street that does Egg rolls, and I love going there. It's nice enough just getting a quick walk in the morning, stretch your legs, get the blood pumping, but their egg rolls are really good. Spring rolls, actually- I think. Egg rolls have that eggy batter around them, these are just fried with veggies, no meat. Still really good.
Anyway, other things to rant about? Uh. Uh. Uh.
Oh, I booted up my old iMac and played some of the games from my childhood again. Remarkable how difficult they are. But I guess that's how it is, when you only have so much space to build a story, you pad up the difficulty. Also, they're incredibly unpolished, but there's a certain beauty to that, you can see early game dev at it's ugliest. But there's a sincerity about it, you can definitely tell that this was built by someone in their basement. And I think that's why I dig indie dev so much, you can definitely feel the authenticity.
Game I was playing was Exile. I enjoy making a new party, wandering around the demo (I never got around to unlocking the full game), and killing monsters, often times being slaughtered by a high level band. What I never realized until a later long term play through is that there are a lot of dungeons you are expected to go through to level you up, so while those high level bands of monsters will still be a challenge, you'll have enough high level items and experience to hold your own. At least that's the idea.
I guess I just liked exploring the world outside of that, wanting to feel like my party made it to the farthest city, and was able to settle down there. It was a story within my story, my characters finding a place in the world. And Exile's got a great world, you've got a despotic leader who throws political criminals and misfits through a one way portal into a harsh subterranean world, a good way to get rid of people without feeling too bad about them, as there's a chance that they can survive. And well enough, the people of Exile have eked out a slight existence farming mushrooms and building forts while holding them against bands of monsters and bandits. Good world building, lots of imagination to be fed, especially for 12 year old me. So there's definitely nostalgia glasses there, as well as the intuition about the game. I know how to play it very well, and it is very easy for me to play. A low effort trip down memory lane, to being a kid, not having problems I could control- the problems I had back then were things out of my control, and they sucked, but this was a nice outlet. I wonder how I'll view things from my 30s in 15 years. Who knows.
I guess it's probably like missing pets. I like my cat. I'll miss him when he's gone. He's such a sweet, loving animal, and our relationship is really good. Cats are really good.
Anyway, I gotta look at work now.