So, I've been thinking for a time about what to do with a new schedule, assuming I can ever get back onto one. I know we used to share a bit of time together, you lovely folkes and I maybe every other day or two and I've been really off of that.

Ideas aren't the problem. Shit in a shampoo bottle, I have way too many of those. Getting art done isn't the problem. I have several piles of completed or almost-completed imagery on topics ranging from "Some political figures have extremely punchable faces" to "Which cereal mascots do you think would be screamers or moaners?". No. The biggest problem is I have a full-time family, a full-time job, a degree of social obligation in both religious and political activism, other interests and hobbies and a very strong desire to both get enough sleep to stave off mortality another day and to oh-so-carefully maintain the sleep of all others in my household and the peace and quiet provided... at ALL goddamn costs. IYKYK *big eyes*

Anywoop- as I recall our past forays into things, Friday was our day for video games. FRIDAY GAMEDAY! Ah. So many memories. So many years of joy and heartache, frustration and accomplish,ment. Decades of hobby and subculture niche which has since been commodified by rage-bait thinly-veiled political grifters and big-mouther neckbeard misogynist dipshits, all still chasing after the long-dead dream of becoming the next AVGN, despite having been not even a sperm cell when the supposed "nostalgia" they rant and blither on about off whatever their chosen AI program tells them will get them the most traction... *sighs wistfully* Ah, internet. Like a high-quality french tickler, you have SO much potential for bringing joy to responsible, consenting adults, yet are so disappointingly misused by dickless, unimaginative losers who soil the bedspread of our collective society.

ANYWAY- Let's get back together again and start making Friday our little get-together for "FRIDAY GAMEDAY" again, yeah? Yeah. And why not start things up with the joy of one of my favorites, from the series of Fallout Games, New Vegas. *beams broadly* Yeeeeeaaaaahh. Yes. Henceforth, at least for a while, Friday will be our day for meeting together as the "Fallout New Vegas Homies Association". Sounds good?

So just to get this point out of the gate- I loves me some Fallout:New Vegas. OH, do I loves me some New Vegas. Great stuff. Great story. Great world-building. Great characters. Great gameplay. From the moral quandries of choosing which faction to side with in the war for forging a new world to the gorgeous voice work of beloved actors like Michael Dorn, Ron Perlman... Rene Ouberjonouis... *thumps her chest and pours one out* R.I.P., you beautiful human being... *sighs* I just fucking love Fallout New Vegas. Great stuff. Even the pip-boy radio stations add SO much life and color to the world, from the goofy yet disquietingly sad super-mutant Utopia station to the charismatic charm of Wayne Newton as DJ Mr New Vegas, himself... *gushes dreamily* Seriously, hermanos, I just fucking love this game. If New Vegas was a Real Doll I would totally dress it up, do it's hair and take it with me to work everyday, introduce it to all my co-workers and tell them all about our adventures together. Think "Lars And The Real Girl" if you've ever seen the movie.

Now, it's not perfect, of course. Oh Lady Lucifer, no. It's somewhere between 'quaintly flawed' and 'buggy as fuck' depending on where my level of tolerance for jackassery is at the moment but still-

*snaps* Hey, you wanna know what else isn't perfect?

Having to hear fucking 'christmas music' every-fucking-where I go starting in fucking mid-October ALL the way until FUCKING NEW YEARS EVE. *eyes bulge and twitch* Oh my.... and not just 'christmas music'. No. Some of it is just straight-up fucking hymnals. I'm just trying to buy some fucking soup and some tylenol and I get to be held as a captive audience to everything from "The Sword of Joshua's Young Men's Choral Ensemble performance of The Little Drummer Boy" to "Oh Holy Night" for the fifteenth fucking time since leaving my house. And ALL the WHILE, I keep hearing pseudo-religious twats mindlessly meander on about this non-existant "war on christmas" and how the evil atheists and devil-worshippers won't "allow" anyone to say "merry christmas"...

*rubs at her eyes* THAT would be bad enough but for fuck's sake, after two-and-a-half months of that holly-jolly horse-piss I am eight shades of past done with frosty, rudolph and coca-cola capitalism masquerading as a spiritual morality-play. I'm ready to shove the jolly old elf and all his sweat shop workers into the little baby jesus's manger, lock the damn barn door and burn the fucker down. *giggles madly* Laughing all the way... Shut that shit off and put Mariah Carey's screeching ass back on ice for another decade or three and we can all die happier together in a radioactive desert of blissful silence and giant, fanged monstrosities.

Or at least lemme have that Bombshell Raider outfit. I could deal with wearing that on casual Fridays. *cackles*

Speaking of which- Yes, I'm aware of this being posted on a Saturday, when I said Friday. *huffs* If tyou don't get how that's part of the whole point after that whole tirade, do yourself a favor and put down the paint chips. That shit's not good for you. Seriously, man. People are going to worry.


Here's to hoping you're safe and sound where you are. Stay hydrated, take your chems and remember that we don't deal with the legion. We decorate the wastelands with their fucking grey matter, slave-owning, colonialist pieces of shit. *snerks* Have a good night, lovely person, wherever you are.