Cried from the beginning to the end of that final ep of The Last Of Us. A unique experience, to see something for the first time when you know the story, but are reliving it, with an emotional memory. It’s unique to games and unique to an adaptation as brilliant as this.
With a book adaptation, you’ve read the story before. With a much loved film or show, you’ve seen it before. But with a game adaptation you feel - and it’s such a strange feeling - “I remember this.” I remember DOING that. I remember BEING here.
It’s unique to immersive and interactive fiction. The contributory memory of having *made* something and lived it is similar to the creative contribution you make with reading or comics or theatre (some of the imagination was yours) but with narrative games, you were THERE.
I love how openly the first and last episodes stuck to the essence of gaming. The quest feel. The “get that ladder” “we need to go through here” “we need ammo”. Directly referencing the game engine. Say it out loud.
And then, because the game was so ambitious and emotionally rich, showing proudly where that mechanic could take you in terms of storytelling, character, ethics. Its an unapologetic retelling that honoured its source and what it can do as an art form.
Also, I love that in both games, the highlights, the moments of hope, were centred on how magical normal childhood moments feel within despair. Ellie’s happiness is being at the mall, at the museum, at the zoo. She just wants a day trip. That’s what you’d missed. Banal joy.
Anyway, we talked about this at length in our podcast about the original PlayStation game, and its relationship with immersive theatre and interactive storytelling. And I was delighted at how the TV adaptation played it out.
I never understand people clutching their pearls about this stuff and saying “oh, I see, right, it’s all about money, is it?” as if the publishing industry were some sort of artistic commune. Of course it is. Want stuff that the market no longer wants? It’s in second hand shops.
If the market wanted to buy the books unchanged, for historic reasons, or because standards of acceptable language *hadn’t* changed, then the books would stay unedited, or be published in academic or collector’s editions. It’s a false culture war. The horror is staged.
The idea that a modern publishing house,,with editorial standards for its output based on what is commonly accepted within society, would happily put out books containing stuff that would have them complained about and banned from shops and libraries is nuts. They won’t.
Ah. Bollocks. Have found out that this is a fucking Midjourney AI image. I mean, wrecking humans’ fun at daft caption games was not something I saw coming, but there you go. AI really is the Covid 19 of comedy.
“We’ve made an image of something that didn’t happen, which can escape the context of its maybe originally amusing text prompt, to be recaptioned by everyone the same way, with the same joke, about its incongruity, which doesn’t exist, because it never happened.” Oh. Helpful. Ta.
If you start from the position that you can’t be wrong, and are unable to empathise or self-examine, then any criticism is an unfair attack, even if it’s actually fair. The government was built in the image of Boris Johnson and so displays crippling narcissistic adaptations.
These people can only ever be victims, even when they are hurting others.
Any pain or shame or anger only started at the point it was inflicted upon them. There is no ability to look at events or feelings or actions before the moment they felt wounded, and the attack will therefore feel vindictive and unjustified. It’s so boringly transparent.
Needle drop of an important influence. This Milligan LP was a childhood favourite, and this sketch is basically the @framleyexaminer classified ads, but done in 1961. It's even got the 'Child's X: used once' joke in it. Don't think we realised at the time.
It's produced and scored by George Martin, and sounds wonderfully Yellow Submarine once it warms up. I love that the corpsing is kept in. Glorious, glorious stuff.
According to his Comic Roots documentary, this LP was a college favourite of Michael Palin. You can hear loads of Python in it. Interviews with stupid characters, studies of obsessives, and silly songs that go off the rails quickly.
The turnips thing is just more of their relentless batshit WW2 cosplay and I don’t know why these weirdos don’t just go the whole hog and gravy browning their legs and sleep down the tube eating spam. So strange to fetishise your country’s darkest hour. What’s wrong with them?
Is it what happens when a natural human small-c conservatism is allowed to fester and spoil? That anything from before “it all went to pot”, in whatever sense you maybe feel you got left behind, must therefore be good, even if it’s literally the definition of when it was awful.
It’s quite infantile as a fantasy. To hark after a tough past that you only know second or third hand or from fiction. To find comfort in the certainty of a now-settled conflict or period, and impose its details on the present, like a magical ritual.
Sitting here with the cat and wondering why cats don’t smell at all really, and dogs do, and so I looked it up, and it’s brilliant. Cats are mesopredators, who hunt smaller animals, but are also prey to larger ones…
By spending half of their waking hours grooming, they remove smell that would give away their location to bigger creatures who hunt by smell, like dogs…
Cats don’t have many sweat glands either, so cool themselves with saliva, but that also means their sweat doesn’t break down and smell like human armpits etc…