TPA 44

I'm going to be working on some project today so I don't have much time to write but I'll do my best. Yesterday, I met with my folks and got my couch covers cleaned. My mom lent me her portable cleaner which should clean up the stink that's on the couch. Yesterday, we also had a show and tell and each of us presented something that was important. Dad shared a bunch of songs he had heard grandma sing when he was a child. He made a playlist of them and sent them to us. To be honest, they were kind of boring. Older songs make me feel uncomfortable. There's something about my grandparents that I don't like and I think I know what it is. It's the persona I have to put on in front of them. I can't be myself in front of my grandparents because I'm a presentation, the result of my parents hard work. If I mess up it makes my parents embarrassed and that pain gets inflicted on me. Maybe I'm reading that wrong. It's normal for parents to want to show off their kids to their parents. Grandparents should alwasy be proud. I never felt that way around my own. It's the same fear that creeps up on me when I see my sister with my parents, I'm afraid I'll say something foolish or act out and be seperated from the group. That's probably a reason why I like being alone. And I know that people have to act a certain way. I'm more comfortable around my boss more than I am around my current boss than I am the entirity of my whole family. When we get together, I don't feel strange. I guess four's a crowd. My mom showed off this torn painting that she gave to my dad when they were dating. It was a picture of a pine tree in the snow. My mom's last name is Pine. She said that it represented herself in that she seems cold on the outside but warm on the inside. For my sister, she shared a TikTok of this guy singing how hot the men who stole from the French Louvre were. She burst into laughter everytime she heard it or someone mentioned it. What a silly girl. Music has always been my sister's forte. Even though she doesn't play for a living she loves music. Mom always said that my sister could memorize anything if it was put to a tune. 

I've been playing a few video games that are listed as "PSX." It's a reference to the PS1's and the N64 console's graphics. I grew up in the transition between 2D and the polygon ages. I wish game design had stayed in the polygon era longer. 2D games were around for almost twenty years before the change. Games in 3D have been around longer and even though games are still made in 2D and 3D there isn't a demand for polygons. So I'm always happy when a horror game or a platformer comes out and everything isn't quite perfect. Just the opposite, the lack of perfect graphics forces the player to imagine the rest. People have fond memories of the first three Resident Evil games but their memory of them is of a different style. People always remember things better than what they were. I finished up Crow Country a few months ago and it still sticks in my mind. Right now I'm playing a horror game where you shoot enemies while in an artist's room. It reminds me of the Layers of Fear game series that came out a few years ago. 

What else happened recently? I'm going over to play with my friend's friends in the realm of Dungeons and Dragons. I've always wondered what the rest of the dice are for because half of them are never used. I get the D20 but the others are a faded concept. It's like the designers forgot about the other dice. Maybe they're used in other games besides DND. 

Speaking of which, I finished up the third season of Vox Machina and while it's grown on me I'm still a bit aghast at the tone of the story. Lots of people die and it's hard to take the story seriously when an improper joke is thrown in. Maybe that's how the dungeon master portrayed the world. There's also this forced lesbian and gay romances in the series. There's a devil man who has a husband and child and a lesbian fighting couple. Maybe I'm not fine with LGBT stuff but whenever I see it in a series it always throws me off. It takes me out of the story, especially when it feels phoned in at the last minute.