It’s been a whole lot of years since I last owned a dining table.
I should explain.
When I moved out of the house, all those years ago, I moved into a townhouse with someone who already had a dining table, so I didn’t need to buy one. Then, when Vyx and I moved into the apartment nearly nine years ago, there wasn’t enough room to justify the wasted space when there was a perfectly functional “bar counter” setup that we could just sit a couple of barstools in front of. Which is what we did!
And then we moved. After nearly a year in this house, which has a similar “bar counter” but without the convenient overhang to make barstool sitting practical, it was time to procure a solution.
It’s been an entire month since my last Satisfactory post, hasn’t it? Not that I haven’t been playing, it’s just that I haven’t done anything particularly noteworthy. I haven’t picked up any more strange bomb-shaped gifts, don’t worry! I’ve just been chugging away, making progress toward nuclear power.
(What’s that, you ask? What about the Turbofuel plant? Have I maxed that out yet? Of course I haven’t. Never mind, though! It’s time for the new and the shiny!)
To that end, I needed a factory that can churn out a sufficient quantity of something called an Electromagnetic Control Rod. Today I completed that factory… and actually put a roof and some walls & windows on it, even.
The details of the factory itself aren’t that interesting. What I want to highlight is the use of logistics floors.
I’m through the back half (or second installment, if you prefer) of Raymond E Feist’s Magician and boy, do I have thoughts. Some of these thoughts are holdovers from the first half that were too much entwined with what I knew was yet to come, so they’re getting added to the pile.
Let’s get into it. And, fair warning before you proceed: While I’m going to do my best not to give away the whole story in case you decide to pick this up to read later, I can’t discuss some of the high points (and pain points) without revealing a few things in the process. Sorry.
My original plan was to read a few chapters of Raymond E. Feist’s Magician, then write about those chapters. Instead I got through nearly half the weighty tome in one sitting.
It’s a “ripping yarn,” indeed. And what else is one to do on a groggy New Year’s Day evening?
So last night I polished off the remaining chapters of that which was released originally as Magician: Apprentice, or as this part of the story is named in the Author’s Preferred Edition doorstopper volume, “Pug and Tomas”. There’s a lot to get into. This’ll take a while.
Happy New Year! As a bit of a project, adding a dollop of purpose to this website, I’m going to kick off some ruminations on books I loved in my teens and twenties that I haven’t dusted off in a while. We’re in a house with room for proper bookshelves now, after all, so my books are actually conveniently located. Happy days!
This does, of course, mean that I’ll need to actually re-read these books… which, given the changes in sensibilities over the years, might lead to some interesting thoughts.
Interesting to me, anyway.
Will I still love these books when read with mid-2020s, 50-plus-years-old eyes? Have these books aged more like wine or like milk? I guess there’s only one way to find out. I mean, other than asking The Internet. Let’s not do that.
I’m kicking things off with the inaugural installment of one of my most favorite fantasy novel series back in the day: Raymond E. Feist’s Magician.
Yes, the whole weighty tome, mainly because that’s what’s on my shelf, and really if you try to stop at the original break point (the end of what was originally released as Magician: Apprentice) you’re stuck with an absolute cliffhanger. There’s no point in evaluating half of a story.
I don’t yet know if I’m going to write about these books in discrete installments or just post a big wrap-up at the end. Locking myself into a set of requirements before I even know how this is going to play out seems like a bad idea. Hopefully this first go-around will help me sort out how I want to handle this project going forward.
And with that, it’s time to go curl up under a suitable lamp and indulge in some reading.
Normally I’d write a music round-up at this point in the year, but 2024 was kind of dreary for my music library. I bought a new album by PSB (the boys from the shop full of pets) and a new album by PSB (the broadcasting that is a service for the public) and neither of them really stuck in my mind very well. (Sorry, gentlemen.) So let’s talk about anime instead.
I don’t do that here very often. Which is odd because I used to have an entire secondary blog about it. And: Why didn’t I just fold that content into the main blog instead of deleting it? Dingbat.
Anyway.
So, 2024. What kind of year was it for watching Japanese animated TV shows?
Eh? Much like with the music of the year, “Not as good as 2023” is a valid answer. (Your mileage will, of course, vary. I am led to believe that for pop music at large, 2024 was bountiful. I’m happy for y’all enjoyers!) I mean, last year we had the start of both Frieren and Apothecary Diaries, each of which will probably feature on best-of lists for years to come yet.
