Trabia Garden

I saw Star Wars: The Last Jedi recently, some months after everyone else. I don't have any massive investment in Star Wars, so I wasn't particularly expecting it to catch my attention.

I hadn't realised it had a Sense8 plot! Combined with one of my favourite things in fiction: two people, at odds, forced to interact and therefore beginning to understand each other. OH NO.

The film really needed to give that subplot more space to breathe, more interaction for them to warm up to each other slowly. Which is what fanfiction is for, of course. But I don't know the Star Wars universe well! And I don't think I'd be able to write either Rey or Kylo Ren! So I can't write fanfiction expanding on their remote, reluctant interactions! How dare you do this to me, Star Wars?


There's a bit in NieR: Automata where you're adjusting the game settings, and 9S mentions that the process is being recorded for posterity. I thought it was just a line of worldbuilding dialogue, but he's not kidding; you end up watching the recording later on! A weird, cool insight into the mind of my past self. I could see that, after changing the voice volume, I paused for a moment before choosing 'there's something calming about your voice, 9S' over the standard 'yes, I can hear you.' I could see that I dropped the music volume a couple of notches and then turned it back up, but I don't know why; maybe I was trying to see whether 9S would react to it?

I'm amused by the tales online of people who wandered off to make a sandwich during the original scene and were then stuck watching the recording for ages.

NieR: Automata is still a very strange, unsettling game. But it's got a lot of cute detail. And a lot of strange features. You can get a game-over from the menu screen.

Thank you so much for your help with my presentation-preparation; you are all wonderful and I adore you. Also, it seems that either I was under extremely false impressions regarding Americaland or all the USians I know are gigantic Anglophiles. Hooray?

NO SEGUE WHATSOEVER

Recently, I dreamt (oh, dear, yes, it's a post about dreams) that Dean Winchester was trying to kill me. Which was odd, because I've never watched Supernatural in my life. We were in a dystopian future and running away from the police for some reason, and he helped me along and explained things to me and LIED BY TELLING ME THAT HE AND SAM WERE CALLED JUNE AND ERIC CARTER (YEAH, I DON'T KNOW EITHER). This was not just my subconscious getting confused about the characters' names; my dream-self was well aware it was a lie. In what may possibly be an example of my subconscious getting confused about the characters' names, Simon Pegg, who was occasionally narrating in my head, told me that Dean's real name was 'Christ', pronounced 'Chris'. When Dean found out that I knew his 'real name', he became very hostile and demanded to know how I had found that out. I told him that I had learnt it from Simon Pegg's voice in my mind. I'm not sure he was convinced.

The moral of this story is that letting my subconscious have free rein is never a good idea. Other dreams I have had have included being attacked by the orange-and-black wolves from the Dalmasca Estersand while in Silent Hill, being glared at by the orange-and-black wolves from the Dalmasca Estersand while on a magic carpet, and being chased by a flying Big Brother contestant with a knife. Also being best friends with Carla Espinosa and Peter Pettigrew. And hanging out with two Richard Hammonds. And having my foot repeatedly bitten by a living Yoda-puppet. I DON'T KNOW.