#oneaday Day 205: Last weekend of 2024

The last hours are ticking away on the last weekend of 2024 as I type this. I have two days of "work" (and I use that term loosely during this ever-curious interstitial period between Christmas and the new year) and then a day off for New Year's Day, and then it's back to normal existence.

I have enjoyed the Christmas break, overall. I haven't done very much with it — the fact I have nearly beaten The Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom will attest to that — but the period of just straight-up rest and relaxation has been good for me. It's easy to just sort of "tune out" the stresses of everyday working life until you take a step back from them for a little while, and it's most definitely been nice to be away from work social media and the never-ending moaning that goes on there.

We've got an exciting year coming up at work. We've got some great licenses in the pipe for Evercade, one of which (SNK) we've already teased, but there are several more lined up and ready to go, too. I'm looking forward to revealing these at the appropriate times (you won't get any clues here, sorry!) but not looking forward to, once again, revealing something cool and being immediately hit with a torrent of "you should get [x]" comments. I swear, a significant number of people involved in this hobby don't actually care about the thing itself, they only want to know "what's next".

I was actually thinking about this quite a bit towards the end of the working year. Evercade cartridges are super-cool and good value because they collect together a bunch of interesting games in one place, but this unfortunately means that reviews of them tend to suffer. When you get maybe 150 words in a publication like Retro Gamer to cover a cartridge with multiple games on it, there's not really any time for the reviewer to talk about anything in great depth. And online review sites aren't much better, either; inevitably, when we get a cart reviewed, it'll be a general overview of the whole thing without really going into much detail about any of the individual games.

This is a real shame, I think. If I wasn't working for Blaze directly, I'd be wanting to do comprehensive reviews of each cartridge, covering each game in detail. In fact, as it happens, I may be doing something along those lines for both the Evercade blog and YouTube channel in the new year — we want to celebrate some of our back catalogue as well as the most up-to-date stuff, and there's a lot to talk about at this point.

I know "company that makes the thing writing about the thing" isn't quite the same as a professional review, but honestly, a lot of the reviews out there aren't really providing much in the way of helpful information. What I strive to do in my articles and videos for Evercade is provide some decent quality research, some historical and social context for the games — and just an outline of why they're cool, y'know?

So more of that in the new year. In fact, that's what I might just fill my days with on Monday and Tuesday this coming week. While there's not much in the way of "production" stuff going on, I may as well get ahead of the game with writing some bits and pieces, no?

I didn't intend this post to be so work-centric when I started, but, well, that's happened now, and it's not as if I had much else of note to write about, really. I mean, I could write about Echoes of Wisdom, but like most gaming-related things, I'm going to save my conclusive thoughts about that for MoeGamer once I've actually beaten it — which will be in the next couple of days, I reckon, possibly even tonight, depending on how hard I can resist looking at a guide to find the last few Heart Pieces and Might Stones.

Anyway. If you, like me, are back to work for a couple of days tomorrow, I hope you've had a nicely restful holiday season and that those two straggling days aren't too stressful. 2025 is yet another opportunity for a "fresh start" for all of us, and while many people around the world are staring down some significant challenges (I'm glad I never made it to America at this point, frankly) we can all just take each day as it comes and see how things go.

For now, more Zelda.

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#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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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.

#oneaday, Day 2: Flubag

I can always tell when it's the holiday season. Because the holiday season is the Time To Get Ill. Almost without fail every single year, at some point around Christmas/New Year, my body goes "Nope! Had enough. Here's some snot. Happy Christmas!" and buggers off for a few days.

This year is no exception. I thought I'd escaped, because for the whole time I was over in California visiting my brother for the holidays, I was fine, despite everyone around me gradually sinking into a mire of barking repeatedly like someone with Spatchcock's Ever-Coughing Syndrome. Including the dog. Who was actually barking, not coughing.

On the plane ride on the way home, though, I felt the illness hit. Several other Spatchcock's sufferers on the flight coupled with yummy delicious recycled air being pumped around the cabin meant a breeding ground for germs. And sure enough… "Had enough. Here's some snot. Happy Christmas!"

Well, you're late, illness glands. And, you know, you really didn't have to get me anything this year. I just got you a bunch of pills, and I know you don't really like them that much.

The most irritating thing about suffering with Spatchcock's Syndrome is how difficult it makes sleeping. When you lie down in bed with Spatchcock's, you are constantly in one of two states: mouth-breathing, or coughing.

The mouth-breathing comes because your nose is so full of juicy snot that if you didn't mouth-breathe you'd suffocate and die, and suffocating and dying because of snot would just be embarrassing. If you do happen to get to sleep whilst in the mouth-breathing phase, your snores will qualify as some of the most disgusting noises on the planet and will probably involve bubbling. If you are sleeping with anyone at the time, this is a sure-fire way to find out if they really love you or not.

The coughing usually comes when you manage to clear your nose a little bit, and inevitably brings up more snot to join the party. The noise and the irritation in your throat wakes you and anyone in the same building up, and once it passes you're back to mouth-breathing again.

So you probably end up not sleeping until your brain is so devoid of power that it goes into laptop-style hibernation mode and fails to wake you up until lunchtime the next day. And because you slept at a weird time, you end up feeling crappy the next day, which compounds the whole situation further.

Eventually you just decide to not sleep any more until this dratted pox departs your system, during which time you gradually slip into a hallucinogenic fantasy which you can't quite decide whether is good or bad or somewhere in between and then you die. Possibly.

I am grateful for one thing, though: at least it's not full-on achey joints flu, which I've only been struck down with once at a time that happened to coincide with a Christmas I was set to spend alone in my house due to holiday retail work commitments and the rest of my family doing other things. Elsewhere. Without me.

Remind me why I want to get a job again?

#oneaday, Day 324: Humbug

It's easy to be cynical about Christmas these days, given that it starts in mid-September and proceeds to get increasingly more present in the months leading up to December until it is eventually omnipresent. (Happy, Mr Hussick?) By the time it actually arrives, people are so thoroughly sick of the whole "Christmas" thing that they just want it over and done with for another few months until the whole thing starts over again.

It's not like that for everyone, of course. I doubt that the kids out there are as cynical about Christmas. I certainly wasn't when I was a kid; Christmas was a time to be excited. There was a different atmosphere about the whole day, and not just the tangible excitement over getting presents or eating copious amounts of turkey dinner. It felt like a special day when nothing could possibly go wrong, when it would be impossible for Bad Things of any description to happen.

I haven't felt like that for years now. I forget the last time I felt that way, but I'm pretty sure it was back in my childhood. Perhaps there's more to be said for the belief in Santa Claus than people give credit for. It doesn't help that the last few Christmases I've had were pretty underwhelming at best and downright unpleasant at worst. The Christmas that I had to work over and then spent the best part of Christmas week lying in bed alone suffering with a strong bout of flu—proper flu, the "can't get up because your whole body aches too much" flu—was a particular lowlight, but the events of the past year haven't made me particularly feel like celebrating anything at any point.

I am spending this Christmas abroad, though, away from this cold, grey, depressing land. I'll be over in the States, where I'll be spending most of the time with my family, including my brother, his wife and his kids, whom I haven't seen for some time. I saw John earlier this year, but it's still been a while. I'll also be spending at least one weekend with my very good friend Mr Chris Whittington, former host of the Squadron of Shame SquadCast, and hopefully we'll get the chance to put together a special seasonal/end-of-year show for everyone to enjoy. Then we can kick 2010's ass out the door and let it rot in the gutter like it deserves to.

I seem to recall having similar thoughts at the beginning of this year; that 2009 had been, on the whole, shitty for most people involved including myself, and many of us started 2010 with hope for the future. I can say with some confidence right now that I'm just happy to get to the end of each day at the moment. Any time I've had a bit of long-term hope for the future, what with job interviews for positions I'd give my right arm for, those hopes have ended up being dashed for one reason or another. So right now it appears to be something of a case of taking each day as it comes and hoping something good eventually happens.

Not a great way to do things, but little else I can do right now. So you'll forgive me if I'm not exactly full of festive cheer.