In which I admit something uncomfortable

image_39515_fit_940Okay.  The truth, now: I don’t like Dragon Age: Inquisition, and I’m not having any fun with it at all.  I’d say “It’s time to stop playing,” but the simple fact is I just had two weeks off from work and I haven’t touched my PS4 since about the third day of the break.  So I sorta already did that.

There has been an interesting backlash happening against the game lately, where a whole lot of people who put 100 hours into the game are looking back at it and going “What the hell did I do all that for?”  I played the shit out of the first two Dragon Age games; I have literally every single Achievement point available for the first one and beat it with every character class; I didn’t replay DA2 quite as much, mostly because Skyrim and, oh, right, the birth of my son prevented the extended replay time the first one got– but I am a fan of this series, guys.  And DAI has done nothing for me.  A fair amount of this is my own changing priorities as a gamer, granted, but a lot of it I’ve got to lay on the game.  They’ve already done this right twice; the fact that the crafting interface sucks so horribly and managing inventory is an enormous pain in the ass and there’s so much of the game dedicated to literally waiting around is on them.  I’m, I don’t know, maybe 35 hours into it?  I just completed a quest that effectively made me emperor and yet at the same time I feel like nothing I’m doing is changing the game at all.  By the midpoint of both previous DA games I had all kinds of stuff I wanted to go back and do a different way to see what happened.  This game?  I can’t think of a single meaningful choice I’ve made since the very beginning of the game, where I went up a path instead of down a hill.  This last quest could have ended a couple of different ways, but I don’t care about how it might have gone differently.  That’s a serious problem.  There has, to date, not been a single decision made in the game that I had to think about for even a couple of seconds.  There were decisions in previous games where I had to stop playing for a while to think about what I was going to do.

I hate the war table.  A lot:

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I ended up having to just take a picture of my TV, because I couldn’t quite find a picture that showed this exactly the way I wanted, but this is how you activate most of your missions.  You have to go to this one specific spot in your castle (which, by the way, you had to find on your own; there was literally a “find the war room” mission.  This?  Bullshit.) and then move that little glowing eye thing in the center around one of the two halves of the “map”– yes, there are two halves, for some reason they couldn’t put everything together.  Some of the little spots and lights and exclamation points are things you can do.  Others are things you have other people do, and there’s a bunch of words to read and  then a little prize anything from ten minutes to several hours later and don’t worry about it because none of it was important.   There are tons of these little things and by now they’re not making me curious; I just want to find a way to turn them off.

Each stage seems to have lots of shards to find.  I don’t know what the shards are or why I’m looking for them.  There was one of those somebody-else missions that had something to do with them but I accidentally hit a button too fast and the text went away, so I don’t know what happened.

Right.  Words.  There are lots and lots and lots of words to read in this game.  Ordinarily this is a good thing for me– I read every syllable in the first two games– but this game doesn’t even want you to read all that shit, making me wonder what the hell it’s there for.  An example: during loading screens, there are three little cards you can shuffle through on the screen. Each of them gives you a fact about the game, or a tip, or a little bit of backstory for something.  Some of the bits of backstory are several hundred words long.

The game gives you maybe five seconds to cycle through those– not remotely enough time to read anything– and then will fade to black for thirty seconds or so.  What the fuck?

Combat is boring.  This is a little bit my fault, as I chose an archer for my main character– meaning I tend to be a fair distance from the battles– and by predilection in these sorts of games I’m very resistant to the idea of playing characters who aren’t “me” even though the game is perfectly happy to let me take anyone over.  But my role in combat is to hold down a button.  That’s about it.  There’s an overhead tactical view; I’ve never used it for more than a couple of seconds.  I suppose I could play at a higher difficulty level but I suspect the big difference would be I was bored and dying a lot.

The game wants me to take time between missions to talk to each of my party members, so that I can advance each of their own individual storylines.  In previous games, I did this.  In this one, I can’t be bothered any longer; it feels like a chore and I have no interest in it.  I’ve not started a romance with anyone because I just don’t have the energy.  I’m willing to accept this one partially being on me, because it’s effectively the same mechanism the previous DA games as well as all three Mass Effects used.  Then again, I played along in those five games.  This one?  Nah, bald elf dude whose name I can’t remember, for Christ’s sake, you just go be boring over there by yourself.  You’re gonna have that staff for the rest of the game; I hope you like it.

I hate it when I don’t like something that I feel like I wanted to like.  I’m perfectly happy to dislike something that lots of people like, but dammit I wanted to really love this game, and had perfectly cromulent reasons to think I would.  But I stopped playing it over two weeks ago and at this point I’m really not sure if I’m gonna go back to it or not.  The thought that they released a Dragon Age game that I can’t even get into enough to beat really sucks.

Blech.

I AM AT HOME BY MYSELF ON A THURSDAY

This is the part where I get a lot of stuff done.

Or maybe get dressed and take a shower.

Get ready.

Productivity happening.

Eventually.

Woohoo 2!

74b9b318b4c5287b76a096d4042a0d27School’s been cancelled tomorrow, because it’s supposed to be like ten below zero at 6:00 tomorrow morning, meaning that I can either stay home and work on the book (the responsible choice) or stay home and play video games (the slightly more awesome choice.)  At some point I will probably have to blow off the driveway in astonishingly cold weather, which I could be happier about, but… yeah.  No school!  Whee!

I’ll try and post something actually interesting later tonight.

Woohoo!

IMG_2180I had actually forgotten that these were coming: my copies of the 2014 World Unknown Review showed up yesterday!  And my name’s right there on the back in words and everything!  There’s a story in this!  By me!

Exclamation points!

I’m not finished with the collection yet but the stories I’ve read are all solid.  You ought to check the collection out just because I’m published in it, but hopefully me plus all these other interesting people are all the incentive you need.

The World Unknown Review is available digitally for 99 cents and in print for $7.36.

THE FARTENING, PART III: Holy Hell, that didn’t last long.

I am forced to announce, with no small amount of shame, that the experiment known as The Fartening has ended.  Because holy shit, this looks like nothing more than it looks like caked-on vomit on the side of the toilet bowl, the kind you didn’t clean off because you were sick as fuck and the best you could do was drag yourself to bed.
IMG_1528I was not expecting to make Soylent a lifestyle choice.  I was expecting to have the intestinal fortitude necessary to make it through at least half of the packages before giving up the ghost.  But no.  Sadly, I cannot do this.  That right there is exactly how far I got into my final cup of horror mud, and I done drunks all I can drinks and I can’t drinks no more.  I simply cannot get past the goddamn texture of the stuff, and I refuse to continue torturing myself with it in hopes that it ends up magically catching on somehow.  So I give up.

If anyone is interested, I’ll ship you my remaining six packages and six bottles of oil for $40, which is way less than they’ll charge you.  Just drop me a line in comments.

About that wedding…

10570415_903878939640335_2608527244589607807_nSo this is a new thing.  I’ve never come home from a wedding wanting to do research before.  My cousin’s new bride is Lebanese, and her entire family are Melkite Catholics.  The wedding woke up every last bit of me that used to be a religious scholar, and I walked away all kinds of full of questions.  The ceremony was split fairly evenly between English and Arabic, which was already fascinating enough on its own, and the full name of the church is the Melkite Greek Catholic Church– and there was Greek in abundance all over the church itself– despite the fact that it is an Arab Catholic church.

There is history here, and I must learn it.  I managed to wedge my way into an interesting conversation with the deacon at the reception, only to get called away by the distribution of wedding cake and Lebanese baklava, which caused me to ask my cousin all sorts of questions about the Melkite position on polygamy.  Needless to say, I did not manage to acquire a second Melkite wife to make baklava for me.  These are an interesting people, and I wish to know more of them.

So, yeah: the reception.  The reception started off with what I would call typical reception music; the newlyweds walked into the hall to AC/DC’s Thunderstruck, which I approved of greatly.  Maybe twenty minutes into the dancing, the DJ abruptly veered into what initially felt to me like Arabic pop music, but probably wasn’t, because her entire family immediately knew what to do about it.  This was awesome, especially when the oldest, fattest dude at the wedding proceeded to manage to get every Lebanese woman at the reception, as well as most of the younger white ones, dancing in a circle around him while he cut a rug worthy of BB King in his prime– at which point he broke the circle and dragged my only-barely-willing cousin and his new bride into the middle of it so they could dance around them instead.  Dude was amazing.  Sadly, I wasn’t able to get good footage of him, because while my iPhone can handle darkish rooms for pictures, video with bad lighting just isn’t happening.

The song after the Arabic dance music?  Yeah!!!  Which was also hilarious.

Then there was this dude.  I love this dude, just for rocking that suit:

IMG_1518The jacket matched the pants perfectly and was positively Zoot-suit like in its length.  I didn’t get a chance to talk to this guy much but he is my favorite.  Well, my second favorite, after that other dude.

It is cold and snowy outside…

…and yet, I have to go to work.

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THE FARTENING, Part II(a): Consuming #Soylent

I’ll admit it: I am a little disappointed that this story is going to turn out as mundanely as it’s going to.  Then again, I’m sure everyone I work with is perfectly happy that nothing insane happened with my digestion today.

This is what roughly one-third of a day’s ration of Soylent looks like:

IMG_2177I mixed this up last night and left it in the refrigerator overnight without tasting it.  This morning I poured what looked to me to be about a third of the container (I’m now slightly doubting that measurement, and will have to experiment) and downed it for my breakfast this morning.  I put maybe a teaspoon of vanilla extract in it just for some flavor.

First, Soylent is not nearly as thick as I thought it was going to be, which is entirely my discretion– I followed the directions that I was provided with; I plan to use a bit less water next time so as to impart more of a shake-like consistency.  The texture is… well, it’s gross as hell is what it is.  I’d liken it to drinking river silt.  It’s more like a suspension than a solution; the Soylent doesn’t dissolve so much as float in the water, and the oil had separated to the top of the container, requiring a lot more shaking.  However, from what I’ve seen on the boards, everyone is horrified by the texture at first but most people get used to it fairly quickly, so I’m not going to let this stop me just yet.  But yeah: Soylent, even with a bit of vanilla in it, tastes pretty damn bad.  Future iterations may include a banana; we’ll see.

I wanted to report back on gastrointestinal issues; there were none.  Slight TMI here: I did have a bowel movement in the morning (this is typical) and it was entirely normal.  I can report no gas.  I was a little belchy after lunch, but at the moment I’m attributing that to pop and not to the Soylent.  Now the good news: part of the reason I’ve purchased this stuff is that meals at work are very difficult, and furthermore I’ve been finding myself crashing in the morning in a way I really don’t like– and since my gall bladder surgery several years ago I can go from not hungry at all to nearly fainting from hunger in a matter of just a few minutes.  I have to have something that evens my mornings out, and I’m hoping Soylent can do that for me.

I not only made it to lunch with no issues but lunch was late– I didn’t make it out of a meeting until almost 12:30, which would kill me most days.  No problem today.

Tomorrow, I plan to take what’s left to work with me in a thermos, keep it in the fridge, and sip from it all morning, with the idea being that it’s breakfast and lunch, just spread out.  If I get home from work without wanting to eat the entire kitchen (another problem: even if I eat a largish lunch, I get home hungry, and just eat anything I can find) I’m gonna call this stuff a win.  At the moment I don’t plan to replace dinner with it; we may try a day with that this weekend to see what happens, but not quite yet.

So: not funny yet, unfortunately, but not a waste of my money either.  Winning?


OH WAIT SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT edit:  As I said, I tend to get home from work hungry.  My thought today: I’d had a regular dinner glass full of the stuff for breakfast, and I thought I’d try drinking roughly a whiskey glass full as a post-work snack.  So I poured some into a glass and got the vanilla and added some.  A couple things:

  • Essence of peppermint is contained in a bottle that is exactly the same as vanilla extract;
  • Peppermint essence is an incredibly thin liquid that pours very quickly;
  • Soylent with way too much peppermint essence in it is completely fucking undrinkable.

So so much for that experiment.  I decided to reserve the rest for tomorrow.