Looks like it’s time to resume... GUNDAUTUMN. Might rewatch the movies as a refresher before taking another crack at Zeta.
Also: Should I bother with ZZ/V/Unicorn?
So, I’ve determined that Zeta Gundam is cursed. My Gundautumn effort last year stalled out midway through Zeta when I contracted a severe case of shingles, which got into my eye and would have blinded me if we hadn’t caught it in time. Once I recovered, I decided to switch tracks
I returned to Gundam a few weeks ago and have been working my way back up to where I left off. I’m now midway through Zeta, right about where I quit previously, and... woke up yesterday with some sort of eye issue (maybe an infection) that has persisted into today.
Thankfully, I did a video consultation this morning and it seems like it’s not a serious issue, but “dealing with eye problems for the Christmas in a row because of Zeta Gundam” wasn’t even ON my 2020 bingo card
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I've continued my least-beloved Works project of all this week, with another episode looking at Sega's Game Gear. Now with 100% more bizarrely mis-marketed Wonder Boy games!
The replies to this episode are making me feel a lot better about myself for not realizing the secret truth of Revenge of Drancon's actual identity until recently. Clearly I am not alone.
Man, people REALLY don't want to hear about Game Gear, huh
I want the shocking reveal for this system to be that the “vent” is just a cover that detaches to reveal a working oscilloscope that runs the original program code for Tennis For Two, and also tracks Saddam's PS2-powered missiles
Got my flu shot this morning, which means being effectively dead for the next 48 hours in return for not being actually dead this winter. See you all once they roll the stone away from my tomb in a few days
Each year, I envy Cat, whose reaction to the flu shot is that her skin is slightly tender around the injection point for a bit. Meanwhile, I'll be laid out, exhausted, with a temperature, for the rest of the week, contemplating the prospect of ripping off the arm they stuck me in
In happier news, the doctor told me this morning that near-daily aerobic exercise has caused my resting heart rate (bpm) to drop from 60 to 50 over the past few years, meaning my body has officially made the transition from NTSC to PAL
This year, my thoughts have been turning back a lot to the one police encounter I had in college. It was basically nothing, and I’d almost forgotten about it... which is precisely why I keep picking at the memory. It was nothing because I happened to be a white kid.
One night I was driving home on a completely empty avenue through a pretty beaten-down part of the city. Suddenly a cop appeared several blocks back, turned on his lights, and came tearing up to pull behind me.
I stopped and let him step up to my window, and he seemed a little taken aback to see me once he looked into the car. He asked me a couple of questions, chided me for changing lanes in the middle of an intersection, and let me go without even a written warning.