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So I've been playing a lot of Dead Cells, and while it's been crazy fun, it's also been crazy frustrating. Dead Cells  is a roguelike or rogue-lite metroidvania from Motion Twin... Basically, you explore and battle through this ever-changing, randomly generated castle, and when you die you start over. But it's never the same twice, and you improve as you go—new weapons, new tricks, and so on. I know part of the problem is I lack or am at least weak in some of the basic skills necessary, such as timing and strategy and such. I keep forgetting to dodge or get hit by stupid attacks and all that, and it gets really frustrating. Re my thread on #DeadCells : I do love it, but I am also struggling. I suspect weak eye-hand coordination and forgetfulness make most action games difficult for me; I tend to rush in swinging blindly, and I'm having to unlearn that here. But maybe this game can help? 🤔 — Tophie Palmer (@palmerpink) June 25, 2019 Frustration asid...

Many of you readers of this blog have probably wondered--as has anyone who's seen me on twitter , instagram , and even grindr, for that matter--what the hell "palmerpink" is about. Well, I'll tell ya. It all began sometime back in high school. I could leave it at that, but that would be boring. I had this shirt; this sort of burnt orange old navy shirt. Somehow or another it got discolored or faded in the wash. No idea how, but it was fate at work. He's almost got it... Being a dork, I wore it anyway--this weird kind of faded, burnt orange-salmon color. I genuinely didn't care what I wore then. Oh, those were the days. Soon, my loving friends, who called me simply "Palmer" at that point, took to calling the shirt's peculiar color "Palmer pink." Of course, it wasn't long before, by some rules of linguistic transformation I'm not remembering right now, I  became known as "palmerpink" instead. I'm pretty s...

Or Moby Dick . Cuz I probably am one. I have been for a while if that's the case, but it wasn't until yesterday that I was actually called out on it in all seriousness. And although I probably deserved it--and do and plenty more occasions, too--I'm still struggling with it somehow. Here's the context: @palmerpink : I mean, I can't really blame @THEHermanCain for sexually assaulting Bialek--she *is* kinda a cougar afterall http://usat.ly/ugxL24 #badfag @Dondurma : @palmerpink Maybe you think you're being hilarious. There is no question that you're an asshole, and an unfunny one at that. @palmerpink : @Dondurma I wholeheartedly agree, actually. Because why shouldn't I? As I said, I probably deserved this, but it also comes with the territory of being an asshole. Of course, that somebody could actually not like me is disquieting. Part of me was bothered every bit as much as the rest of me laughed it off. That part of me wanted to reply additionally w...

What a weird, almost dissociative weekend. Rocky, floorset, and angst, and no twitter to joke/complain about it on. How the fuck did I survive that? Well, good news is my twitter's no longer suspended! That was an awful 4 or 6 days, guys. Don't ever take your twitter for granted. It's more important to you than you know, and you won't have anyone to tell that to (well, no one who'll care half as much as the twitterverse). Rocky was pretty badass, guys. I MC'd Friday night--and did fabulously :) Apparently I went on for 25 minutes, but neither I nor my cohosts remember it that way, which is just plain weird. Oh well, I had fun and did great and if I went on too long I'll just have to be quicker in the future. No biggie :) I also held the house left spotlight and played Crim, and pretty typical and fun combination as far as I'm concerned. I hadn't played Crim in a while though. Good times :) Saturday I was dropped in as a Tranny/prop person. ...

It's all become a blur since I lost my twitter account. I don't know how to carry myself anymore or how to handle ordinary situations. I'm just a mess. A softly weeping, crooning mess cradling my android with loving pity and confusion. It's not all that bad but I am kinda thrown by all this. As I mentioned in the video below, it's as much that old feeling of having "lost some part of me" as it is the losing the ability to complain to all my friends about it, too. At this point I'm considering making a "jail" account to use until (when? if?) my old one is reinstated. Hilariously, my biggest problem isn't whether to make it but what to name it. Ahaha. Ha. Yeah, I'm a little frustrated. Frustrated that it's taking them so long to check out an obvious mistake. Like, I emailed them giving them my best guess/explanation about what might have happened, even apologized, including most everything they'd need to scope it out. And s...

This is part of why I love twitter: finding random, super awesome stuff. @ maudnewton  shared this orgasmic Map of Science Fiction . (Click that link "History of Science Fiction"; apparently it goes by both.) It's huge. And thick. And a thing of beauty. It's got Doctor Who, which is already a win in my book, but there's more. So much more. I want this as a poster on my wall.   It's got L. Ron Hubbard turning into scientology and his Battlefield Earth turning into a "Bad Movie". It's got "Counter Enlightenment" exploding off into "Romantic Era" and the resulting "Gothic Novel" and all that fun supernatural horror and stuff like Edgar Allen Poe (Fun note: it's even got Oscar Wilde's  Dorian Gray ). It's got Battlestar Galactica . Both of them. :) It's got Penny Dreadfuls and Pulp Magazines. It's got "Future War Novels" abruptly ending with World War I (lawl). It's got...

So I got a twitter account the other night. Took me a while to come around, mostly because the whole thing scared/scares me. And baffles me. Well, no more! Afterall, I'm a dork, and I'm not afraid to use it. So, the setup, right: bafflement/fear. I'd look at tweetings reposted on people's blogs--heaven forbid actually seeing twitter itself--and be overwhelmed by lotsa @'s and #'s everywhere. So I ended up getting it, right? Still had no idea what I was doing. Yeah, I know, twitter's fairly simple. Type, tweet, joy. Except those damn @'s and #'s and RT and #FF and other shit. Not one to be behind the pack, I did what any good dork would. I googled it . Seriously. On my blackberry, at the laundromat. And now--3 days later--I'm apparently some kind of burgeoning #twittermonster...? Yay! Point is, this is the hardcore dork approach. Throw yourself at it, headfirst and giddy, and charge onward. And do your goddamned best. Brave heart, ...