Jonathan "Padfoot" A.
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Jonathan "Padfoot" A.
@padfootwayfarer.bsky.social
Fully-hatched academic librarian, ADHD/autistic, Azem.
(Also, how lucky was the other person? I was driving safe, in a small, light car with every possible safety bell and whistle.

I know that road. It might well have been an F-150 going 75. They would have been paste.)
September 30, 2024 at 11:22 PM
My little starfighter shattered. But she did so precisely as she was DESIGNED to do—she took the hit, and left me without hardly a mark. She died so that I could live, and that is a hell of a marvel.
September 30, 2024 at 11:20 PM
At the same time as I bemoan the loss of my beautiful little new car, I do want to take a moment to marvel at her engineering. I went almost dead-on into someone else’s passenger side, at 40+ mph.

I have a red mark on my nose, and one on my forehead. My glasses didn’t even get bent.
September 30, 2024 at 11:19 PM
The good news is that by every indication, I was not at fault, and hopefully it’ll pay out on the other insurance’s dime. But we’ll see how it shakes out.

And even if she looks exactly the same…she’ll never quite be my little starfighter in the same way.

First new car I ever bought. Goddamn.
September 30, 2024 at 9:57 PM
I braked. I swerved. Wasn't enough.

I'm fine. But my beautiful blue girl, my Eleutherios, my little starfighter, is gone.

I had her less than a month. Hadn't even made a payment on her yet. Goddamn.
September 30, 2024 at 9:24 PM
Gods, what a fucking ass of a day. Was omw to an exciting mini-conference with librarians doing digitization work, bopping down the road in my cool little starfighter of a car...

...and some old lady who couldn't see turned in front of me while I had a green light. On a state highway. Going 55.
September 30, 2024 at 9:23 PM
Now I’m irritated that I can’t come up with a good otter companion name.
September 27, 2024 at 4:07 PM
(What WOULD you call an otter companion in that game? It’s got to be a pun, right? To go with palicoes/felynes, palamutes, and cohoots.)
September 27, 2024 at 4:05 PM
That said, I ABSOLUTELY screamed when watching the new Wilds trailer at the bits with the absolutely adorably fierce little otters. (And the palicoes are VOICED omg.)
September 27, 2024 at 4:04 PM
My ONE minor concern about Wilds from the trailer is that I hope it doesn’t go TOO hard into dark-and-emotional story. One of the things I love about those games is how everyone is very…cheerful? They’re investigating and hunting huge monsters, and they all think it’s very cool.
September 27, 2024 at 4:01 PM
Seriously, it never stops blowing my mind just how much animation work-time they must have spent on those sequences! There’s a bunch of difficult effects in them! There’s three versions of the sequence in World alone! PLUS the long idle loops for the cats in the Canteen.
September 27, 2024 at 3:57 PM
Btw, give me more cat chefs in MH:Wilds, Capcom! Dango girl in Rise is cute but I need me some elaborately-animated cat chefs!
September 27, 2024 at 3:55 PM
Don’t get me wrong, btw. I do love me the stress and existential dread of a Soulsborne game! But sometimes, you just really want to fight a big monster, make a hat out of the pieces you chopped off of it, and then sit down to a giant meal prepared by a swole-as-fuck cat.
September 27, 2024 at 3:53 PM
I see that the part of my stream-of-conscious posting from last night that mildly blew up was….

…the bit about Monster Hunter and getting feasts from cats.

Huh. Oddly, both surprised AND unsurprised.
September 27, 2024 at 3:50 PM
…huh. The Handler is to Monster Hunter World as the fire keepers/maidens are to Soulsborne games.

Oh, to be maidenless? 😂
September 27, 2024 at 3:40 AM
You know what’s fun? Monster Hunter. Love that game. These perfect bite-sized chunks of combat. Like a game of nothing but Dark Souls bosses. And instead of stress and existential dread between bosses, I get giant feasts fed to me by cats.
September 27, 2024 at 3:37 AM
Now there’s a truth. Maybe not a profundity. But it’s so damn tiring to not be weird.
September 27, 2024 at 3:32 AM
Honestly, I'm tired of trying not to be weird.
September 27, 2024 at 3:29 AM
Like, isn't that how people kind of go...bad places? You chase the clicks. The likes. You quietly...shift your life, your presentation, to be more...clickable.

The reality is that I talk to myself a lot, and my brain goes weird places. Why should this be any different?
September 27, 2024 at 3:28 AM
Profundity's an accident, anyway. Every once in a while, I have a thought that refuses to not get out, and a few of my more-popular friends repost it and I get my own little slice of viral for a couple days. It's such a fluke. Feels kind of silly to aim for it.
September 27, 2024 at 3:27 AM
You know, I just had the thought, "maybe you better shut up now before you lose followers."

...followed quickly by the thought "it's my fucking feed, why do I care?" If you can't handle me at "outer monologue," you don't get to have the once-a-year flash of profundity.
September 27, 2024 at 3:25 AM
(I wonder how many posts I can put in parentheses before it gets boring. Or someone notices.)
September 27, 2024 at 3:23 AM
(Yes, this is what happens when I allow the inner monologue to escape to the outside.)
September 27, 2024 at 3:22 AM