#oneaday Day 566: Merry Christmas

Just a short one for today, as it's Christmas and I'm very tired indeed, plus we have things to do tomorrow!

A very Merry Christmas to anyone reading this. It's been a pleasantly quiet one here on Davison mountain, as we've just had the immediate family together for the first time in quite a while, particularly after some have had a bit of a turbulent year, to say the least.

Everyone got a nice selection of presents. I got some books, a nice Samsung smartwatch/fitness tracker thing and some other bits and pieces. I bought Andie a Soda Stream, as I thought it would be fun and we use quite a lot of sparkling water generally anyway.

Tomorrow we are attending a "handfasting" ceremony for my brother and his partner — not something I'm familiar with, but it sounds like a nice little event for close family. After that, it's the long drive home to reunite with the cats, who have been having to fend for themselves (with the food and water we left for them, obviously!) since Christmas Eve.

Anyway, I'm pretty wiped out so it's time to sleep. I hope you all had a pleasant Christmas if at all possible, and that you at the very least get some nice time off for the end of the year.

#oneaday Day 565: It's almost Christmas

Which means it isn't Christmas, I know. Christmas where I am at the time of writing is in 52 minutes.

We're at my parents' place for this Christmas, as my brother is over from the States, and it's a rare opportunity for our Mum and Dad to have the whole family together at a special time of year. (We're going to the in-laws for New Year, then next year they get us for Christmas.)

I've waxed lyrical over the years about how Christmas kind of loses its magic a bit as you get older, but I think there might be a kind of inverse bell curve thing going on, as I feel like I powered through Christmas being a bit "meh" over the course of the last decade or so, and I'm back to it feeling rather nice to get together with family and share some good times.

Of course, there was a hefty period of my life where things were not going particularly well, and that didn't exactly help with the festive spirit, but while I'm not in a position where I can say my life is "perfect" or 100% where I want it to be, I'm a damn sight more grounded and, for the most part, content than I was back around 2010 or so.

As I say, there are plenty of things I want to work on and improve in the coming year, and the festive season, of course, always gets one in a reflective sort of mood and keen to kid oneself that yes, this next year will be The Year.

I don't yet know if next year will be The Year. I suspect we all have many uphill battles to continue fighting in our own respective existences — and the world itself, for sure, needs to overcome its current challenges and, eventually, heal.

No-one really knows what the future holds. So while you're in a pleasant present, you might as well at least try and enjoy it.

I hope any of you out there reading this have a pleasant conclusion to 2025, whatever you might be doing to see it off — if anything. I certainly intend to try — beginning with a nice long sleep right about now.

#oneaday Day 202: Boxing clever

We're finally home. I say "finally"; we were only away for a couple of nights, but the cats are pleased to see us and they are already enjoying their presents. As I type this, Oliver is happily chewing and dragging his new toy around, and Patti is just sitting near me, happy that her favourite person is back where he should be.

The rest of today is going to be spent doing as little of value as possible. I'm going to veg out and play some more The Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom and… probably not much else. I would like to write something about Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door, which I finished literally immediately before we left for our Christmas trip, but I think I'll save that for tomorrow.

I'm still very much in a Nintendo mood, so I'm currently forming a vague plan for something along the lines of a "Year of Nintendo" special feature over on MoeGamer. There's a lot of first-party Nintendo stuff on Switch that I haven't played, let alone written about yet, and this might be a good excuse to knuckle down and get on with that. Plus it's highly likely that the Switch itself is coming to the end of its lifespan; while the successor hasn't yet been revealed, now seems like a good time for some sort of retrospective exploration of all the "big name" games for the platform, all in one place.

Anyway, that's something to think about further tomorrow. I've also spent some of my Christmas money on filling a few first-party gaps in my Switch collection — Nintendo stuff rarely, if ever, drops in price, so I may as well pick it up when I have a bit of spare money to burn. I'm looking forward to getting stuck into some titles I've been putting off for a long time — like Fire Emblem: Three Houses, which I'm pretty sure someone bought for me several Christmases ago — and potentially having a "big project" to work on over the course of the year. There's also Xenoblade Chronicles X in March, and I am very excited to revisit that game; it'll be particularly cool to check out its multiplayer features on a more popular platform than its original host of the Wii U.

That's about all my brain is capable of processing right now, so it's time for Zelda. I hope you all had a lovely Christmas, and here's to the end of another shitty year.


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#oneaday Day 201: A very merry Christmas

Merry Christmas! I hope you've all had a suitably pleasant and relaxing day — or if you're one of those families where your relationship with your relatives is a little strained, that the day has been, at least, tolerable.

It was a nice fairly quiet day at my parents' place and childhood home. We got up, had some breakfast, opened some presents, had some lunch and then settled in for a lazy afternoon. Much of my day was spent playing The Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom, which I am enjoying very much. I also bought Andie a copy of Super Mario Party Jamboree, and that seems like a lot of fun also. We had a brief game earlier, which I won quite convincingly.

Andie also bought me one of Matt Berry's albums, specifically his one of classic TV themes. I enjoy Berry's work as an actor and comedian but was completely unfamiliar with his musical work. It's very good, and the selection of '70s and '80s tunes is pleasantly nostalgic. I've queued up a playlist of his other albums for us to listen to on the drive home tomorrow.

I hadn't realised he played so many instruments. Besides vocal contributions on tracks which demanded it (mostly the theme from Rainbow) he also plays a wide variety of keyboard and percussion instruments. The album is more than just a fun novelty; it's very listenable.

Anyway, that is that. We don't want to wake up too late tomorrow as we want to get back in good time to see the cats. We've been keeping an eye on them via our security cameras and they seem fine, but I suspect they will be happy to see us. And so on that note, I bid you a fine good night.

#oneaday Day 200: Night Before Christmas

It's a late and short one this evening as we're away from home and the main PCs for Christmas. We're spending Christmas Day and a bit of Boxing Day with my folks, and New Year with my in-laws.

It's a long drive from where we live to my childhood home but we had a remarkably smooth run this evening. I think we successfully managed to time it so that everyone else had thought they'd get their travelling out of the way a bit earlier. Even the accursed M25 was mostly clear.

God, I really fricking hate typing on a phone so this is almost certainly going to be a particularly short entry today, particularly as it's already half midnight.

I guess on that note I should probably say an early "Merry Christmas!" to anyone who happens to be reading right at this moment. I will give you a more enthusiastic festive greeting tomorrow when I'm a bit more awake, presents have been exchanged and we're all full of turkey goodness.

For now then, it is time for the Last Sleep Before Christmas, so to all a good night or whatever.

#oneaday Day 197: Winding down for Christmas

Yesterday was the last working day before Christmas, as I have Monday and Tuesday off next week. I'm technically working between the 27th and the new year, but I somehow suspect not much is going to get done between those dates. I feel like that period should just be public holiday for everyone — and no, not like some places do, where they force you to take some of your holiday allowance to cover that period, even though the whole office is shut.

Anyway, as a result of work being over for now, I have entered into full-on chill out mode. I'm still nursing a cough that has stuck around after a bit of a cold I had recently, but that's on the way out, I think. I was hoping to record a video or two today, but it was making me cough, so I decided to set that aside for the day and just relax. Not every day has to be about doing something "productive", after all. Even though I wrote nearly 3,000 words on my experiences with Super Mario RPG over on MoeGamer. You can read 'em by clicking here!

After the holiday period is over, I'm going to refocus and try and sort out my body, weight and health. Before the end-of-year wind-down, both Andie and I were having some decent success with counting calories using the NHS Weight Loss app, so we're both going to get back to that. I'm sick and tired of feeling like shit, hating the way I look and feeling like there are so many things I can't do, and I want to do something about it. But that's all going to have to come from me, because the attempts I've made to get someone to help me haven't been… well, very helpful.

Slimming World was all right, and I turned back to that because I had some very good success with it quite some time ago. It hasn't been quite as effective for me the last couple of times I've tried, though; the "restrictions" on one's diet start to feel a bit suffocating after a while, even though they take great pains to try and make out that they're not "restrictions". The principle is sound, though — paying attention to what you're putting in your mouth and how much of it — so that's where more straightforward calorie counting comes in.

I also got referred to a weight loss programme by my doctor called, rather patronisingly, "The Weigh Ahead". This was absolutely fucking useless, because I had contact with someone once every two weeks, and it alternated between a bored-sounding nutritionist who gave me such mind-blowing advice as "eat more vegetables" and "eat smaller portions" and an actually quite helpful therapist, who helped me confirm some feelings I've had about why I have got into the state I'm in. Unfortunately, speaking to said therapist once every four weeks wasn't nearly enough to get any productive work done, so the whole thing ended up feeling like a complete waste of time.

So, like I say, this has to come from my own stocks of motivation, dedication and self-control, all of which are in relatively short supply. I'm hoping a nice relax over the holiday period will help re-energise me and allow me to focus on things both personally and professionally, and that 2025 will allow me something of a fresh start.

I know this is the same old bollocks people say every holiday season, but practically speaking, it's a good time to be thinking about this sort of thing. Christmas is inevitably something of an indulgence for us all, and that's absolutely, perfectly fine; it's natural to want to set things straight after such an indulgence. So that's what I intend to do. Zero guilt for anything I enjoy over the holiday season, then face, accept and conquer the consequences thereafter. That sounds like a positive mindset to me!

For this evening, time to melt into the couch and play Paper Mario.


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2534: Christmas Cheer

While I've somewhat lost enthusiasm for Christmas over the last ten years or so — I used to absolutely love it as a child — one thing I am pretty grateful for is the fact that I don't recall ever having a "bad" Christmas.

I mention this simply because one of the most popular stereotypes used when describing the Christmas period is that of "the inevitable family arguments" that apparently occur in many households. While I feel that the descriptions of these are often somewhat overblown and exaggerated for comedic effect in most cases, these stereotypes presumably came about for a reason.

My Christmases growing up were fairly formulaic and predictable, but that brought them a certain sense of comfort about them. I'd wake up to find a selection of small gifts that had been snuck into a "Santa's sack" at the foot of my bed, then go downstairs for a bacon sandwich and, once I was a little older, a Bucks Fizz. After breakfast, we'd go up to the lounge and open presents — my mother usually being the one who was most enthusiastic about this part of the day, and my father urging a certain degree of restraint — before relaxing with our new acquisitions for a little while.

After that, lunch preparations would get underway, with my mother taking the lead on things — we were a household of traditional gender roles, and also my mother is an excellent cook — and the rest of us alternating between staying well out of the way and occasionally fetching and carrying things as requested.

Lunchtime would come, and sprouts would always be on everyone's plate, regardless of protestations, though those of us who really objected to them (such as me) would typically only have one of them, drowned in gravy to make it as inoffensive as possible. This would be followed by Christmas pudding, which would always be set aflame, and which I'd never quite work out if I actually liked or not — after 35 years of contemplation, I don't think I do — and perhaps a cheeseboard to finish.

At some point during the day, the whole family would troop down to a local family friends' place for wine and conversation for an hour or two; this was never a formal affair, but was always pleasant, particularly if the circumstances of the rest of the year had meant that we hadn't had the time to catch up as frequently as we all might have liked to do. Then we'd return home, flop into our respective chairs and go back to enjoying our presents, mountains of snack foods and a generally relaxed, calm atmosphere.

I don't remember a single Christmas that was blighted with arguments or troublesome political discussions, and I'm grateful for that. Perhaps these things did happen and I just don't remember them, but they couldn't have been especially traumatic for me if I can't recall them at all.

These days, a Christmas exactly as I describe above is something that only happens once every couple of years now, since being married, we have the "one family, other family, quiet Christmas by ourselves" cycle going on. This year, we're with my in-laws, who have routines of their own very similar to those that my family have enjoyed over the years, albeit with their own little twists.

And after a turbulent year — not to mention the chaos of working retail over the holiday period — I'm looking forward to a day where everyone, everywhere can just take some time to relax and enjoy themselves for once. At least, I hope that's what everyone, everywhere is at least going to make an effort to try and do.

Merry Christmas.

2166: A Merry Christmas to You

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Merry Christmas! Admittedly, at the time of writing it is now officially Boxing Day where I am, but it's still Christmas in certain parts of the world as I type this, so my well-wishes totally count.

It's been a very nice day. Andie and I decided to have a Christmas by ourselves this year, without travelling to either of our respective parental homes and instead visiting both respective sets of parents a little later in the festive season.

For the last few years, Christmas hasn't felt like a huge deal. I — perhaps understandably — no longer felt the intoxicating sense of anticipation that I felt throughout December when I was a child, and in many cases, Christmas Day came and went without me feeling particularly festive at all.

This year felt particularly pleasant for some reason. Perhaps it's the fact that it's been a difficult period for me, Andie and numerous other people we know, and it was nice to have a day where we could completely switch off from all that and just relax. Perhaps it's the fact that we had a deliberately low-key Christmas, with no obligations or commitments whatsoever.

That's probably part of the reason some people find the festive season so stressful. Modern society places so many obligations and commitments on us around the festive season that it can be difficult to just enjoy some time away from work and/or hanging out with your family and friends. Sometimes you just want to open some presents, eat a shitload of biscuits and play computer games for the rest of the day without having to worry about the people you're supposed to visit, the people you're supposed to phone and the things you're supposed to do.

So that's what we both did today. And it was lovely. Tomorrow I have to go to work, because retail, but I have two days off after that, so you better believe I will be making the most of them by doing as little as humanly possible. My bum-imprint on the sofa is ready and waiting to be occupied.

Anyway. A very merry Christmas to you, wherever you are reading this from in the world, and may the rest of your holiday season be suitably festive.

2162: That Not-So-Wonderful Time of the Year

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It seems to me that this holiday season has been, for many people, a period of inordinately, disproportionately Bad Times. I've had some shittiness to deal with myself, which I won't go into here, but just from browsing my Twitter feed each day it's clear that I'm not alone in having a tough time of it right now.

This post, then, is perhaps to reassure those who are feeling a similar way that they're not alone, that there are other people out there who understand the way they are feeling, and who would hang out with them, play video games with them, share lewd pictures of anime girls with them and/or hug them as appropriate. I say this as someone who would enjoy all of the above with the people I'm talking about.

This holiday season feels like a highly concentrated form of the tension that has permeated all of 2015. There's been a thoroughly unpleasant undercurrent of "walking on eggshells" with regard to political correctness, and it feels like it's been coming to a head recently.

Arguments over whether or not Hermione in the Harry Potter series is black erupted today, with both sides attempting to claim some sort of moral superiority in a frankly rather childish, stupid and utterly pointless conflict that didn't need to happen in the first place. But this is far from the only thing that's been highly charged; even the new Star Wars movie became politicised, with some commentators making more of the fact that its leads feature a black person and a woman than the fact that, by all accounts, The Force Awakens appears to be something of a return to form for the series.

Among it all, the ever-bubbling conflict between the so-called "Social Justice Warriors" — blowhards who want to look like they're saying the "right" things with regard to political correctness, but who are actually just seeking glory for themselves rather than having any real interest in changing society for the better — and people who just want to be left the fuck alone to enjoy whatever they want has continued, with the former group in particular continuing its trend of making wild accusations without any sort of proof, blaming all of society's ills on "GamerGate" and "the Men's Rights Activists" rather than taking the time to get to know any members of these groups and contemplate why they are at loggerheads.

This perpetual "culture war" makes me incredibly sad, because it has poisoned what used to be lively and interesting public discussion and debate over subjects such as video games. Anita Sarkeesian's appearance on the scene, with her oh-so-brave step of saying that sometimes common tropes in video games favour men over women — while conveniently ignoring the hundreds, even thousands, of excellent female characters in gaming — acted as a catalyst for all manner of nutjobs to come out of the woodwork, and this whole movement seems to have grown in prominence by a huge amount in the last year. Fans of Japanese games and anime on social media are particularly perturbed that there are no mainstream sites remaining that are willing to give niche Japanese titles the time of day, instead preferring to look at them on a superficial level, brand them "sexist" or "misogynist" and move on, when in fact, in many cases, these "otaku games" are far more progressive than any bullshit these loudmouths might come up with. Seeing these discussions makes me all the more sad that I was strongarmed out of my position at USgamer, where, as many of you know, I ran a weekly JPgamer column, celebrating the weird and wonderful entertainment that our friends in the East — and the intrepid localisation teams — brought us.

It's not so much the lack of media representation that saddens me in this instance, though; it's the sense of alienation I feel when I see people that I thought were friends starting to spout ill-informed nonsense in the name of being "progressive". Mockery, public shaming and similar behaviours are not progressive, and I cannot support them or anyone who condones them — speaking as someone who was bullied throughout school, and who suffered a horrendous targeted harassment campaign a couple of years back, I know what harm dogpiling can do to your wellbeing. It surprises and upsets me to see friends who once suffered the effects of being publicly humiliated by these assholes now joining their ranks and gleefully indulging in that sort of reprehensible behaviour. A case of "if you can't beat them, join them" perhaps — but whether or not that's the case, it still sucks to feel like you don't know someone any more.

This post has rambled and perhaps got a little off-topic somewhere along the way, but all these thoughts are swirling around my head right now, and this holiday season feels like something of a focal point for all the misery, tension and discomfort that 2015 has brought to numerous people I know, including myself. The world feels like it's getting worse, not better, and when you're someone who tries their best to be a good person and not hurt anyone, this is exceedingly frustrating and upsetting.

Hopefully 2016 will be a better time for everyone, but at this stage I'm not particularly confident. I hope I end up pleasantly surprised.

1802: Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas to one and all! I hope you had a thoroughly pleasant and restful day — or, depending on your timezone, are still currently having a thoroughly pleasant and restful day. Andie and I spend ours over at her mother's house, and it was a fairly traditional family Christmas all round — get up late (I must confess that this wouldn't fly in my parents' house, since my mother insists we all get up early to open presents; out of all of us, she has always been the one who has actually managed to hold on to Christmas enthusiasm), eat food, eat more food, open presents, sit back and ponder how much food has been eaten, maybe pick at a bit more food (particularly that which has been acquired as a present, such as those boxes of chocolates and Danish butter cookies that you only ever seem to see around Christmas time) and then gradually sink in to perusing your presents in more detail, perhaps accompanied by some appropriately rubbish Christmas TV.

Neither Andie nor I watch much TV generally these days: we typically watch the things we want to watch at our own pace via on-demand services. As such, it was actually a semi-interesting experience to catch some real-time TV, and watch some of the sort of things that we'd probably never choose to watch deliberately.

First up was Professor Branestawm, a name which I recognised from my youth, but which I couldn't remember a whole lot about. If I remember correctly, the character was the star of a series of children's books, but the actual content of them hadn't stuck in my mind all that much. As I watched the new BBC adaptation, starring Harry Hill in the title role (and incorporating numerous other respected names like Charlie Higson, David Mitchell and numerous others), it came back to me, though; they were some enjoyably silly and distinctively British stories that retain their "children's story" feel even to this day (though inevitably, someone had to go and find the "social outsider" angle of the wacky professor problematic, joyless arses that modern entertainment journos are). The adaptation itself was a lot of fun: the cast was excellent, Hill played the title role with aplomb, and the whole thing didn't outstay its welcome, in fact arguably being over a little too quickly if anything.

Next up, today we caught an animated movie called Gnomeo and Juliet. It will probably not surprise you to discover that this was a retelling of Romeo and Juliet through the eyes of some garden gnomes, with the dispute between the Montagues and Capulets replaced by a bitter feud between the red- and blue-hatted gnomes in the gardens of two neighbours who disliked one another very much. It was an enjoyably silly affair with some nice animation and an excellent voice cast — including the masterful casting of Jason Statham as Tybalt — though I was slightly disappointed that they didn't have the guts to go through with the full tragic ending. At least it was lampshaded by a pleasingly witty statue of William Shakespeare, voiced wonderfully by the inimitable Patrick Stewart. And I guess you can't really have what is clearly a children's film ending with suicide. Probably a bad message to send to the young 'uns and all that.

Finally, we watched the Doctor Who Christmas special today. I haven't watched Doctor Who for ages; I got into it a little bit in the Christopher Ecclestone/David Tennant years and watched a few of the Matt Smith episodes — primarily for the vision of loveliness that is Karen Gillan, I must admit — but I haven't been following it closely for several years now, and haven't seen any of the Peter Capaldi episodes to date.

The episode in question was an enjoyable affair, albeit somewhat convoluted and totally ripping off Inception with the whole "dream within a dream" deal. It stood quite nicely by itself — I didn't feel like I needed to know much of the background about the characters, so even not having seen any Capaldi episodes I was able to feel like I could enjoy it on its own merits. I'm not sure it particularly made me want to jump on board the Doctor Who hype train — Capaldi's script in particular was a bit flat and uninteresting, with little of the Doctor's usual personality about it, and the tension between him and the female assistant character was entirely too predictable — but I don't feel like it wasted an hour of my life or anything; it was decent enough Christmas evening television and an appropriate enough accompaniment to biscuits and prawn rings.

Anyway. That's that. I hope you all had a suitably acceptable haul of presents to enjoy — I got a copy of the board game Betrayal at the House on the Hill, which I'm extremely excited to give a go soon, along with a bunch of other nice goodies.

And lots of food. I think we're good for snacks for the next six months or so.

Anyway. On that note, a merry Christmas to you, and to all a good night, or something.