Also if you know how these crazy emulators work, do me a favor and don't tell me. I find it infinitely more funny when Ratchet falls through a polygonal Technicolor hellscape and my first thought is "oops the runes are misaligned again back to the chisel tablet"

Threw my dollars into your hat. Expression of uncomfortable subjects and confronting these in unique and unsettling ways forces us to see them in new ways. Any time that sort of creativity is stifled, it sets the whole medium back.

Hopefully the next project doesnt throw up as many roadblocks.

It's been an interesting 2024, with lots of reflection of who I am, what I give and what I think I deserve to get back. In a way, I suppose this growth was needed. I don't quite fit it yet, but I will, given the time and patience to do so.

Happy new year, folks. Here's to another lap around the sun

I give so much. I deserve to have that love and support reciprocated. I don't expect it, and honestly given my track record I don't think I'll ever feel fully comfortable or right receiving it. But my closest friends do it anyway because I can love fully and get that back.

Don't get me wrong. I am incredibly grateful to the family I have, found or given. I've shared moments this year with all of them. It just cements something I kinda always thought but could never quite articulate, until I sat on the shore of Lake Taupo with my partner and duct taped it together.

Now I am surrounded by ones who have stood by me, who have asked if I was okay in my darkest, who I felt comfortable sharing my bruises and my trauma with. Cue the coming into 2025 and it was not the people I expected.

Truth be told, I didn't expect anyone. I'm used to being left to myself.

Someone told me that I saw my friends as my closest family. On the one hand, I worked so hard to keep my biological and adoptive family safe from the bullshit that the world threw at us. It seems now I'm at a point where things are peaceful, and now I'm just...not required? (if that makes any sense)