End of summer break inbound; whereas everyday felt, for the last eight weeks, like Saturday, now they feel like Sunday. And so it goes, through the next few weeks. Things in process:

Final Shed transition from writing space with tools to full-on industrial art workshop. Metal and pictures and words oh my.
Moving rocks around nuPond. New footpath in the works for optimal gill-baby viewing.
Drawing little things for a zine, maybe. Words eventually, again.
Reading: WE ARE WATCHING, by Alison Gaylin; LOWER THAN THE ANGELS: A HISTORY OF SEX AND CHRISTIANITY, by Diarmaid MacCullough
Watching: PARADISE, season one.
LISTENING: On a BRMC binge.
PLAYING: ROBOCOP: ROGUE CITY replay on PS5 because my brain can handle only wanton awesomeness and occasional quirk; BALATRO and MARIO KART WORLD on the Switch 2.
Toying around with new metal ideas, though I might wait for the blazing heat to fuck off to work on something bigger.

(****+ / *****): Would've been enough getting to hear Peter Weller as Robo again but that this imperfect, glitchy, buggy, repetitive, and at times maddening game (much like Robo himself: love the slowness and clunk of his movements) was so much damn fun is a bonus miracle in itself. Personality - even with stilted, copy-paste (I loved counting how many different iterations of Ulysses Washington and the Archives guy were roaming the Detroit streets - at least nine each by my latest count) NPC voice acting - and Verhovian satire and gore abounded. Is this a "great" game? Not in the slightest - but it's one of the most fun I've played in ages, rough edges, imperfections and all. In Pickles we trust.

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ROBOCOP: ROGUE CITY (Teyon, 2023)