i’m at the tail end of a cold. i seem to get a lot of colds these days. this was one of the head full of cotton wool throat full of phlegm muscles don’t work variety.
Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots is a cinematic masterpiece of a game, my second favourite Metal Gear, and i haven’t owned a PS3 in twelve years. time marches on: it’s now acceptably playable, in an emulator, on the Steam Deck(!). so far i’m at Laughing Octopus. i think Hideo needs a healthier outlet for his kinks.
managed to make it to Amanda’s birthday roast dinner. Morden is too fucking far away. i live in zone 2 south london and it still took eighty minutes to get there, including a half our walk, which completely wrecked me the next day because i wasn’t recovered from the cold. lovely evening though
still not a clue what’s going on with origami. trying to get them to write things down instead of constant meetings where we all agree on what turns out to be different things we’re talking about. still cleaning up eight year old tech debt.
god, a day “late” on the weeknotes and it’s not even been interesting