Reading “Okaeri, Papa” hurt my very soul Jesus fucking Christ. I need to find the sweetest SOL or something to cleanse my palette from whatever the fuck I just read
I've been trying to shrink my plan-to-read list, so I've been reading a lot of yuri manga lately. Much sweet, much sugar, much holy shit they just killed a child
I've always thought that I had no preference in the genre of media I consumed; every kind of story had its own merit to me. But now that my favorite anime, two most favorite manga, and now my favorite game are all psychological horror, I feel like I definitely have a preference for one genre.
I just watched the new anime A Sign of Affection and god is it so refreshing to see an anime which actually knows the meaning of "show don't tell". It's not once ever explicitly stated by anyone, yet it's obvious from the way that the MC interacts with people that she's mute and deaf. Even the title has some well-done wordplay going on; two traits that you almost never in a fantasy anime anymore. I don't know why I'm so overjoyed by it but now I'm really looking forward to the rest of the anime.
I finally got Undertale because it was on sale. Apart from it being a really good game, it's nice finally knowing where so many references I encountered originated.
My brain has turned to mush. I've started work on a project where I'll combine a simple menu, pathfinding, and unit movement into a little game. Unfortunately, I don't use my brain much so with the increased scope of this project I genuinely don't know where to start. I'm too tired to want to recode that menu a second time (I'm 90% sure I'm doing it horribly inefficiently). I might need to eat more fatty fish or something.
Whelp, I've since made two games. One was for a school project so I'd probably dox myself if I posted it. The other is less a game and more a test project to help me figure out menus so it's pretty visually bland. And boy is my code convoluted.
Whelp I've left the Philippines. Pretty neat experience, seeing a country whose mall culture isn't dying due to car centrism and taking the tricycles around. While I wait for the connecting flight to take me home, I'll be checking out Los Angeles for a few short hours.
Manila kinda feels like America Lite. A somewhat similar culture though definitely shabbier. One of the roads had a massive hole in its middle with almost no fencing. There's also a fuck ton of motorcycles and bicycles, with private vans I think are called 'jeeps' and motorcycles with carts acting as minibuses. All in all, pretty cool.
Welp, I'm in Japan now. As I expected, it's not how I expected it. Maybe it's because I haven't left the airport \-/)/. By tomorrow I'll probably be in the Philippians, isekais avoided