Gaming

A thought on GBF’s latest event

The world is on fire.

Let’s not kid ourselves. If you are an English speaker and spend any amount of time online, it’s hard not to miss the dumpster fire that is our world right now. A lot of rights are under threat or being co-opted by fascists, trolls and general pieces of shit that delight in making the world that much more miserable for the rest of us, sucking out any possible joy from the day.

Tear my heart out why don't you cygames

It’s hard not to just hunker down and hide yourself from the world, from showing any form of vulnerability to anyone just to protect yourself. If your work involves empathising with other human beings, any form of creative expression and in general just trying to make the world a better place, it’s hard not to wonder what’s the point of it all when you see the pedophiles running the place and the loonies stripping you of whatever dignity you had left.

Singing won't turn back time

In times of disaster, art cannot fill the belly. It is powerless in the physical world. It cannot adequately protect from the loss of a home.

Singing won't fill the belly

But to expect that of art is unfair. Art admits it cannot fill the belly. Art admits it is powerless in the face of physical upheaval and the force of nature.

But that is not art’s purpose. It never was.

One of the most amazing things about Granblue Fantasy’s (GBF) writing is that it never quite answers what art is supposed to mean. Everyone has a different (literally) view of art. In fact, in its current mini event, Thought in Song, GBF sends out a timely reminder to all those who pursue any form of creative endeavours, that they need to take care of themselves.

The entire storyline is an expression of love from the writers and designers to the community. It is a comforting message, and in days where people are being hounded because they dared to try to make others feel better, it steels you.

You are needed and wanted.

“We hear you.”

“We know it hurts.”

“We feel the pain, anger, hurt and confusion.”

“We are here for you.”

“We got you.”

Hey, we're here for you.

“We believe in you.”

Thank you, Granblue Fantasy writers, translators and whoever directed this. I needed to hear that.

Now excuse me while I go and sob ugligy. WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO PRECIOUS CARO WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???? ;_;

Edited: Another reason why I love this storyline is because they make it an IMPORTANT POINT to show that art is not something you get by on sheer talent. No, you need to master the basics and practise over and over again until you get it right.

One of the key scenes involves a main character reminiscing about the time he first learnt to paint. There’s also numerous other scenes in Thought in Song where characters either practise or demonstrate the importance of practising.

In this case, literally, practise does make perfect!

Ramblings

Adventures with Junior

Blur Junior (1)

So.

Several weeks ago, I wrote about rescuing my dog Junior, from the drain. As it turns out, his latest adventure may have something to do with it.

Yesterday, when mom and I came back from dinner, Junior, as usual, woke up from his nap to greet us. He got to his feet, his head listing to one side as though to listen, took a few drunken steps… and then he slowly toppled over. We rushed in but he’d got to his feet, and though he was still listing a bit, he seemed fine.

Several minutes later and with lots of affectionate pettings later, he seemed to have recovered. Mom took him for a walk so he could do his business and at that point he seemed fine, though understandably he didn’t really want to spend time on his feet much after he came back and spent most of the time sitting or lying on his belly. I moved his water bowl closer to him and we left it at that for the night.

The next morning, he was still listing to one side and seemed a bit groggy. Google said last night Junior might be having vestibular syndrome, which seemed to match up with most of his symptoms, and so I decided to take him to the vet.

That was an adventure this morning. I knew he was not feeling too well when I left the gate open to prep for having him in the car – he didn’t run out and just chose to watch me. So once I’d put the papers in the front seat, I took him out for a quick walk – he went around in circles, stopped by here and there to do his business, but he was also making stops every so often which was unusual for him.

After that, I put him in the car and we drove to the vet’s. This was the first time I became aware of “floating” sensations when driving over bumps and the like, because he would whine and move in a somewhat panicked manner. Me talking to him and patting him whenever possible helped calm him down, I think?

So we got to the vet and because of where I parked, it was kind of a long walk. During that walk, he’d take frequent breaks, I think, to readjust and reorient himself. It was a case of 5 steps, stop, bask in attention (because he IS cute even though he’s geriatric in doggo years) and when we got to the vet he just didn’t want to go in.

The helper got him muzzled and carried him in. We gave him a bit of water but he didn’t want to drink. Doc examined him, giving him some meds to help with his digestion, vitamins (cause of age) and then two anti-inflammatory shots. He was surprisingly docile except for that moment when the doc lifted up his tail and Junior kind of panicked (he doesn’t like that).

The doc said that the fall he had a few weeks ago might have impaired his inner ear. Rest and vitamins were what he suggested. Besides missing a tooth, Junior was also in pretty good health… for a senior. :P

When we were done, I decided to walk him home instead of taking the car because he seemed traumatised by the car. Spoke a bit with the doc, said I’d be back to settle the bill, and then began walking him home.

Which turned out to be a bad decision. Let’s just say I had to pull him hard with the leash in some places because crossing the road was horrible and I felt bad. We made a bit more progress until at one point he decided to just stop moving. Pulling him with the leash was an effort because he simply wouldn’t budge.

Doggo halt (1)

In the end, I had to call mom for help (she was attending a church thing) and we loaded him into her car. Mom had no qualms picking him up and putting him in, but Junior struggled mightily because he had no sense of balance. By the time we got home, I think he was in tears.

When we took him out of the car and placed him back on the ground, he still refused to move or walk, so mom carried him into the house. When she placed him near the porch close to the gate, he literally kept going around in circles, so she carried him further in. By that time I think he was more comfortable at her manhandling him, so Junior didn’t struggle as much.

We gave him water and then went back to get my car. I paid the doctor, got further advice to either feed him wet food or moisten his dry food (he’s been taking pellets) and then came home to a doggo who wagged his tail at me while lying on the floor. I petted him some more, moved his water bowl closer to him and then went inside, stopping at the gate to observe him.

He finally began drinking more water, like deciding to douse his thirst.

Get well soon you rascal.

Ramblings

Rescuing Junior

Junior, my rascal dog

Junior, my dog went missing earlier today.

He’d gone out earlier to do his business but had not returned by 7pm. Junior never goes out that long. If he does it usually means he’s lost.

So mom and I went out in the car looking for him, but he did not turn up. I went out for dinner, and when I came back, I told mom I’d look for him on foot. Walked around the neighbourhood calling him, until I heard branches and leaves rustling.

No one was around me, but it felt like Junior. He’d walk side by side with me if he caught me on the way home from a run. I walked over to the rain drains and lo and behold.

The poor baby had fallen into the drain. He seemed alright but confused. I called out to him and somehow he decided to turn around and head back in the direction of the house.

Which was where I was trying to get him. The drain was too steep on the sides where I found him for me to go in and get him out safely.

I called out to him, encouraging him to walk in the direction I wanted until I could get in front of him. Then I got into the drain and he came to me. He seemed equal terrified and annoyed.

I tried to carry him a few times to get him out but he growled at me. Then he stepped on my shoe. Babi.

I regret not signing up to a gym to do weights.

The final time, I just heaved and put him on the rough gravel on top of the drain. He’d stopped growling but his body had gone shock still. I soothed him by repeating the word “Up” several times and keeping my hand on his back. When he got his bearings, he began to move and that was when I got out of the drain too.

My left shoe now feels funny but that’s a small price to pay for having my doggie back. I hope he won’t go into any more drains though.

Geekiness, Ramblings

What I learnt this week

Image of the video rendering in progress

So, a few quick things I wanted to write about this week.

Video editing is painful

As part of the ASMR series, I’m uploading a bunch of videos that show me typing. This week’s video with the CM QuickFire Pro has been delayed a few days because I’ve been playing around with Da Vinci Resolve.

The verdict? I’m taking a sledgehammer to a nail. This tool is powerful but I need to relearn how to edit videos from scratch. Why did you delete Movie Maker, Microsoft, why?

Rendering can be nuts

As part of my “learning curve” with the software, I ended up exporting a file that was 65GB. Don’t ask.

This explained why my subsequent export of the same video in a different file format took only minutes instead of hours.

Can’t edit noise in the software

For some reason, I could not edit sound to remove noise in Da Vinci. I am going to export and then add the sound back from Audacity when done. I thought I’d removed all noise earlier. Annoying? Yes, very much so.

Exercise hurts

Finally upped my fitness game from mere walking in Pokemon Go to actual exercise. Yesterday (Wednesday) was Day Two, and for some reason my thighs hurt. Note to self: It could also be due to the fact you walked about 10,000 steps a day last weekend.

Still, it is better than almost nothing of the last two years.

Conclusion

This week was a week of pain, to say the least. See you all next week.