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Haven't posted in a while, thought Id' say hi.

I had my third child almost 2 months ago, another little girl. Been on paternity leave, taking care of the kids, doing projects, etc. Haven't had much time for gaming lately though I played the hell out of Tears of the Kingdom before the kiddo was born

How ya'll doin?

Fan-fuckin'-tastic

you dont no me but congrats on the kid
are you sure its yours is the question my terrible dad always asked others

Not bad, I guess. Mostly working and playing games (mostly at work) And congrats of number 3!

yay babies!!!

Well. Spending time with my friends from Australia after Bluey kickstarted an interest in my circle. They're pretty moved by the story. I'm usually taking care of animal groups so I just let my friends guide our interests.

just got back into game dev for fun and really enjoying it

migrating my Godot 3 version to 4 and so far liking the changes I'm seeing. super excited to see the new tilemap system, was just getting started on that and the new one looks much better but is basically an overhaul so not great for migration, so good time to switch when I haven't really started that yet

also it's been over a year since I've done anything with it so moving everything over is helping me remember how it works

potdnewb posted...

you dont no me but congrats on the kid
are you sure its yours is the question my terrible dad always asked others

I'm fairly confident.

CarefreeDude posted...

I'm fairly confident.

so like 90% sure

Congratulations! I'm doing well myself.

Congrats on the kid. Paternity leave sounds great. I dont know if I can even get that. Been doing pretty well myself though. Good job, a loving girlfriend I plan to marry, and trying to spend more time reading and playing my backlog of games.

I'm doing well. Just got back from vacation, and got promoted last month.

Congrats on the kiddo.

Fantastic as a Fantastic Mr. Fox. Going out with my baby cakes family for Indian food after moonlighting for the week. They are going to drive so mobile game while en route for more peace.

I've been drinking so much gin I can't think straight. I'm about 90% sure I'm already dead. From this point on I will only deteriorate.

Moved into my own place last month

Congrats on the kid!

It's been a relatively cathartic and productive day. I threw out some things that I had brought back from home over a year ago. I've also dropped off my dress clothes for dry-cleaning. I'm also sunbathing my suitcase interiors, after having emptied them of contents that are not very useful to me after I had initially bought them. This whole affair has been a somewhat costly operation, in all honesty, an affair that I hope will end on Monday, when it comes time for me to pick up my dry-cleaning.

To my relief, my landlord and landlady are also offering me the opportunity to move in with him to the new house that he plans to live in. It's much nicer and spacious, and so forth. My rent won't be hiked, to my relief. But I get the feeling that I am being used as a pawn in his domestic chess game, so to speak. Last July, he had had a violent row with his son. I get an overwhelming feeling that he intends to espouse me as a replacement, an idea that I am uncomfortable with. Moreover, he had given me only five days' notice before he announced that he was going to move out. I've no idea what happens if I don't move in with him. It did seem a bit nefarious, almost manipulative, to give me such short notice of his plans, in order to make his desired option my desired option also. I also get the feeling that my landlady is not overly fond of me. She keeps calling me, "boy", a term that I don't find very endearing. I have doubts as to whether or not she truly likes me as a tenant. After all, I do tend to forget at times that she and her husband are sleeping, then proceed to somewhat noisily cook rice in spite of it. I am afraid also, that the couple is not overly fond of my compulsive hand-washing habit, among other habits in which my compulsion for cleanliness and orderliness is made overly conspicuous. They have never voiced the complaint; still, I have bad memories of people shouting at me for wasting water. To their credit, only one of those memories involves the landlord himself.

I've also been rewriting and revising my recently-completed work of fan-fiction. In the few days after I had completed it, I had felt a distinct emptiness, which I've come to accept as having nothing else in my life that truly mattered to me. This, I found to be truly depressing; a few days later, my attention was detracted from my sorrow and existential dread by a compulsion to mentally check the paragraphs I had written, to check if I had added what I had meant to add, to word things in the way I had preferred. I have a feeling that this compulsion will not cease soon; this I took as a somewhat vain sign that I am always improving as a prose writer, albeit one who is terrible inexperienced. This inexperience was made more apparent once I read some fan-fiction authored by another. I had come to realize how bare of description and substance mine was, in comparison to this one. Then I chided myself once more for my work not being as perfect as I had envisioned it, shortly before assuring myself that it would be a sure sign of distress if I one day ceased to see the imperfections in my writing, for it would be an indication that I no longer was able to mature as a writer.

I only wish I could write narratives and so forth as well as I write expositions. Ideally, I could sign up for an online fiction-writing class at a school I've had my eyes on for a while. But that class, as it so happens, is overseen by a writer whose work is so very different from the vein of fiction I wish to produce. Still, I wonder if I could learn something; anything could help. It was the advice of some other online lot to take a collegiate creative writing course. It is true that I do wish to improve my craft. It is true also, that I've nothing else to lose but fewer than one-thousand of my American dollars and my evenings also. And speaking of the class schedule, I was informed previously that attendance would be a factor in my ability to pass the class; on the other hand, I do not aim to pass; I aim only to learn, which in my view, is a much more valid reason for taking it to begin with. Still, these are factors to weigh in when considering a class to teach me something that, for the first time in so many years, I express interest in.

Lately, I've also been thinking of my writings as extensions of myself. In particular, I have been thinking about what is worse about someone disliking my work: someone liking my work, when I myself am not satisfied with it. I have realized as of late that this was one of the reasons why I had had so few friends, if any, during my childhood. I used to get angry whenever people told me that they liked me, platonically or otherwise, at an era in my life when I was thoroughly unable to like myself properly. This attitude was one of the few things that have not changed in my life. I am still wondering if I ought to consider this attitude a fault.

Anyway, this is the bare gist of what has been happening with me as of late.

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Sorry man