You have slain the boil-covered wretch.

Three non-Maggot uniques down, and I'm only 1000 XP away from level 20, which will give me the ability to fire two shots per turn. This is officially my best game yet.

Meanwhile I read about friends going on 30-mile bike rides over the weekend and I'm like... shit. At least I did get some wiffleball in, myself.

Family nooz

Mom called to tell me that Peter (the middle brother I write less about) just quit his job of many years - certainly at least a decade - working in a home for autistic adults. He just burned out, after the management was getting worse and worse, apparently. This leaves him and his wife in a no-income situation (she can't work) and mom was understandably concerned.

I advised that he go get a job in a kitchen, since he worked in a hotel kitchen for several years in the 1980s and has kept up his skills as a better-than-average home cook since then. We remembered together how his workplace nickname then was "Lightning" because we was (at least at first) such a slowpoke. He once brought home a Happy Birthday Lightning cake that his coworkers got (or perhaps made) for him.

Before his current job he had a lengthy stint as a Wackenhut security guard. He's already looked a little bit into that, and got the impression that most such jobs now require one to pack heat, where in the past he just holstered a club. All agree that this would not be a wise career move.

boiled-covered wretch etc.

Died before level 20. Threw out executable (again), emptied trash. Need a shower. (I mean: literally.)

I sort of feel that my occasional public railing against digital games that function mostly through their continual and entirely illusory exploitation of one's accomplishment-drive makes me like unto a gay-bashing Republican who desperately cruises public restrooms when nobody's watching. (Yes, redundant definition, wev.) On the other hand, I deny nothing, and at least can confidently speak from experience.