Happy Thanksgiving.

I understand the need to celebrate.
Sometimes, people need to connect. Need to take a moment to remember and be reminded.

But, why is food always involved.
Birthdays. Christmas. Thanksgiving. It’s a celebration to commercialism and gluttony.

And one in which I sort of indulged in. Skipped breakfast. Had a light dinner. But lunch – turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots, some ribs, and some sort of bananna whip cream thing.

I’m telling myself I haven’t been bad and, logically, I don’t think I have been. I’ve probably consumed more when we order pizza. Still, that didn’t stop my brain from antagonizing my stomache for most of the day.

I’ll be fighting with anorexia until the day I die.
I can’t just enjoy anything any more. Least, nothing like that.

One gluttonous holiday followed by a day of commsumerisimg – Black Friday.
(I’m waiting for someone to call Black Friday racist. I know where it comes from, but the next generation may not.)

I guess there’s a few things I wouldn’t mind picking up. A purse, for starters. I carry one when I wear a skirt. The one I have flaking off its fake leather.

I wouldn’t mind some clothes and some underwear. I’m always looking for things for the house. I’m about to the point where some facial waxing wouldn’t hurt either. Well, waxing does hurt, but it’s time.

Course, my sights are set on bigger home projects, but I’m waiting. Waiting to see what the next year will bring before I extend myself.

Well, majorly extend myself. I’ve actually bought quite a bit of stuff lately. I’ve paid for dinners and, for the first time in a long time, bought my brother a Christmas present. I got it from a Youtuber and am feeling pretty good about the purchase. It’s a channel by brother and I have watched quite a bit. Jason, by extension, has seen some too.

Although it’s a little more than I wanted to spend, at least baby bro will get an ugly sweater with a teddy bear on it.

Jason is currently getting his butt handed to him on Horizon.
It’s an older, but pretty game. I appreciate that it’s a female version of God of War. It just doesn’t have the God or the war in it.

Part of what makes Kratos so awesome is his personality. His no-holds-bar kill it as soon as see it. I’m awesome and I know it type of perosnality. Aloy doesn’t have that.

Rather, she has some sort of unconvincing quest to find her mom, although her mom abandoned her seconds after she was born. Outside of a hint of this from the introduction when she was a child, it’s pretty bland.

Some of the NPCs, like Nil, are more interstering. That’s sad.

But, beyond that, I don’t think that the devs really know how to write this story. Aloy is from female dominated society – which is fine, of course, but the men seem to be okay with it.

All of the other societies are heavily male dominated. Yet, Aloy, a female traveling alone who is shunned by most of her tribe, isn’t hassled or harassed. There are clearly bandits, ritual blood sacrifices, and slavery. But, she goes uneffected.

There is no way she could interact with the world of men without some sort of sly comment or low balled attemt at sexual harrassment. Aloy comes across (so far) about as flat as Olive Oil’s chest. If I switched Aloy out for a male, the story would stay the same. There’s nothing here that makes this a female story.

Shame. There was a lot of potential here.
…. Although I still don’t get why the machines are various animals. It’s kind of like it’s heavily influenced by Transformers Dinobots. But, why not machine animals? It’s cool, but there seems that there would be a better and more deadlier use for that type of technology.

I saw a trailor for Horizon 2, so maybe all is not lost.
If it’s on the PS 4, we’ll probably get it. It’s going to be a long time before we can afford a PS 5. But, that’s okay. It’ll be a long time before we’ll be able to find one. No love lost.

I still feel like my life isn’t where I want it to be.
Actually, I’m kind of hoping that I’ll only have one class next term. Yes, money is needed, but I miss going to the gym and having some me time.
My inner introvert is becoming uncomfortable.

Wish I had come chocolate syrup. Could use a cup of hot chocolate.