Weeknotes 99

I bought Life is Strange: True Colors on sale and started playing it. As expected it fixes the problems I had with its predecessor by reverting to a likeable female protagonist, believable characters, and the one truly crucial ingredient: cosy, atmospheric small-town vibes.

I’m only a couple of hours in but I really like it so far. It’s well-written and well-acted, it looks beautiful, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear one of my favourite songs crop up on the soundtrack. I suspect the developers bought their overzealous chromatic aberration machine from the same shop as Sex Education did but, well, it kind of works in both cases so I’ve no real complaints.

Also: Life is Strange? More like Text is Legible! 🙌

This week my energy provider pivoted their business model from “privatise profits” to “socialise losses”, which doesn’t bode well for my still-unresolved meter situation. It’s a disconcerting turn of events but realistically I don’t think it changes anything in the short term. I’ll just have to wait and hope that some shadowy far-future organisation devises a way to associate the correct gas meter with my flat using a neural network or smart contracts or whatever.

On Tuesday I met Alice for breakfast which was brilliant and restorative. I’d already eaten one breakfast (cereal) but bravely refused to allow that to undermine my enjoyment of another breakfast (pancakes). Afterwards we walked around in the cold sunshine and chatted and things felt normal again for a bit. I miss this.

I visited my family over the weekend and we watched a couple of films. One of them was No Time to Die which was the sort of dull, cynical, adolescent nonsense that Jeremy Clarkson or John Gruber would perceive as classy. The other one was Joker which had some compelling performances and was much more enjoyable than I was expecting.

The closing episodes of season two of The Morning Show were so bad that I’ve forgotten to mention them entirely for the last couple of weeks. Maybe we can leave it at that.

Given my earlier difficulties with opening big bags of flour, I was entertained to discover the packaging has been updated with clear instructions:

I think it’s safe to assume this happened because I vaguely complained about it here, not because Paul got in touch with the millers directly.

Speaking of 16kg bags of flour (and multiple breakfasts I suppose), to be honest I’ve backslid a bit on my earlier weight loss. It’s not a huge regression but I do need to nip it in the bud so I can avoid the doomsday scenario of breaking out the sparklines again.

I’m conscious that this is my final two-digit weeknote. I’ll have to think of something momentous to say next week to mark the occasion. No pressure.