Putting in some work on my work before I actually go to work. HoE logo may be dropping tomorrow… I hope!

Which one of you turkeys got Switch Sports Resort, too??? I NEED TO BUST YOUR BALLS. In an aerial dogfight, of course. >-<

Y’know… maybe going on a hunting expedition with my lean-mean, marine, machine break-neck pacing making boss when I haven’t gotten full respiratory function back from this dadgum cold was not my best idea. lol Probably doesn’t help that I’m carrying 25+ pounds of gear so he can take a shot if we see a deer. What doesn’t kill you, right? XD

Do not fear change. For those whom do never change. And if you do not change, you do not grow. And if you do not grow, you will die. Art by infernaledge

Not gonna lie. Was struggling with some significant depression last night. Saw stuff that made me wish I had what I saw… a spouse, family, home, etc. and it got me questioning my life. But as I was laying in bed wrestling with those thoughts, I decided to reorder them. Rather than dwell on the good things I didn’t have… I thought about the good things I do have. After tossing and turning for over an hour, and listening to Yotes screm, I nearly fell asleep immediately when I started cataloguing the good gifts in my life. Some of the best sleep I’ve had in a while. My life isn’t perfect, don’t get me wrong. A lot could be better. But that’s okay. The few things that are good I don’t deserve, but it makes me cherish and thank God for them all the more.

CAN THE FREAKING YOTES OUTSIDE DO ME A FAVOUR AND STOP BEING ANNOYING HOES?!? I’m trying to sleep and you’re sitting here yipping and yapping until the yopping has spread to all the dogs in the area. Rude!!

Goodnight, y’all! Early bed for me because I’m getting up at the crack of dawn to do something I’ve wanted to do for years. I’m going hunting. Trading the Feesh for Durr this time.

Here’s the dream. Names changed for privacy… One of my best friends, Mossclaw, took his wife and kids on a cruise to Europe. I went along to help with the kids. But one day on the cruise, the kids, his wife (Aira), and myself all begin to realise we’ve been noticing weird things about him over the past week of the cruise, but we can’t think of what it is that’s off until we stop having any singular conversation with him. It’s weird. So we begin to watch Mossclaw closely. We’re all convinced that there’s a doppelgänger of him on the ship. One that’s either trying to mess with us or, the craziest idea we’ve had, he’s been replaced. After one conversation with him, it hits me what’s different about him this time, and I ask myself, “when did Mossclaw shave his head and become a bodybuilder??” So I run to find everyone else as he walks off the ship. I find his oldest child, and begin to explain that this impersonator of him has a shaved head and is basically a fitness nut, and so I go to the window and point out to their oldest that Bodybuilding-Mossclaw is standing on the shore flexing and talking about health and food stuff. Their eyes get wide and they tell me they just saw Mossclaw a floor or two down in the hallway. We both dash down the stairs and run into him… but now with a pompadour and wearing some very groovy 70’s clothing. After that brief but weird conversation, filled with lots of funky words he never normally uses, Groovy-Mossclaw walks off, and the oldest child and I sit there deeply confused. Aira soon joins us with the rest of their kids, a puzzled but pleased look on her face. She says she didn’t realise Mossclaw was into golf, and saw that he was decked out in golfing attire, but figured it was for our Scottish leg of the trip. She was ecstatic he was enjoying the European trip so much that he’d get dressed up as such. Hearing that, the oldest child and I share what we both saw, and the idea is thrown out that Mossclaw is secretly swapping wardrobes to prank us… because he’s naturally mischievous. So we all dash to the hallway to find Groovy-Mossclaw and prove this theory by ripping off the disguise. Well… to our horror and shock, as we find Groovy-Mossclaw walking through a door away from us… Guess who comes walking out the door at the same time towards us? Mariachi-Mossclaw. As we shout his name, realising there’s now proof there’s someone impersonating him, both Mariachi and Groovy turn around and smile as if they are the original Mossclaw. It dawns on us the ship is filled with alternate Mossclaws. Then I woke up.

You can open a restaurant with all the nothingburgers that exist. Don’t fall for the black-pills. They want to steal your will to live. Keep your head down, focus on the people that matter to you, and do the next right thing!

What the flip… I’m getting over being sick, right? Well, I was up from 4a-11p yesterday. Needless to say I was a little exhausted. So I decided to sleep-in this morning. I JUST HAD THE FREAKIEST AND MOST VIVID DREAM. I notoriously forget dreams. NOT THIS ONE.

In all seriousness, it’s a joy to be back on Wuhu island. Nearly everything I wanted out of Switch Sports is in SSR. Maybe Nintendo will add in Sword fighting again… eventually… Even if they don’t, this was a good buy.

The morning after Taco Bell.

Amazon kinda borked me over with my preorder there. So I decided to mosey over to my Wally-World first thing this morning to see if they had it. The dude who runs the tech section, whom has seen me on the handful of times I’ve gone for a release, was more than kind enough to price match the physical to the online physical price. It usually goes up on release day. He also told me that while he wasn’t interested in GTA VI at all, he’s considering getting a Switch 2 simply because of how much he loved what he saw from the OoT Direct. It’d be his first Zelda game, too. Pretty impressive, but not shocking at all. Nintendo knows how to make games that spark the imagination. He also mentioned he loves Zelda music ironically. So I pointed him to Rozen. Muwahahaha!

I’ve got a confession. I’ve never truly played Ocarina of Time. I think I did ten or so minutes on the 3DS remake back in 2018, but just couldn’t enjoy it. I put it down, never to touch it again. As I am laying in bed trying to manage the insane sinus pressure I’ve got from this dadgum cold, I went down the rabbit hole of watching old Nintendo Directs. I even tumbled upon the one from 2014 where Aonuma shows off the first glimpse of Breath of the Wild. It makes my heart jolt with nostalgia and hope. BotW came at a time where it was one of the few lights in a very dark period of my life. So many of the Zelda games, my first being Phantom Hourglass, hold a special place in my heart and imagination and ironically come at key intersections of my life. As the yearning melodies of Ocarina of Time swell once more, I’m excited to give it another go. Admittedly, I have no spoilers for the game beyond a few quibbles over timeline stuff in regards to Twilight Princess… but I’m mostly flying blind into this adventure, and I cannot wait to see what makes this game so special. Until 11.5, I will be returning to Wuhu Island for the first time in… *counts in my head*… almost twelve years.

Good morning! I would tell you Carpe Diem! But I don’t think it’s a good kind of Feesh. Salmone Diem instead!!!

Update III. Just had the chance to check the website with Lewis’ patient code. Sadly, he passed away. One day every sad thing will be made untrue.

Across the chilled wastes there roams a soul haunted by the curses of best intentions and misguided fears. Forever frozen in a moment of time to remind him of his folly, he hunts those whom prey upon others, to uncover the bitter truth of a world content in its brokenness that seeks to grow the charade of lies that he once believed. They who live on the edge of the desolate, perpetually sunless Toboshima Region, testify to hearing mournful howls, carried by the winds, nearly every night. Whispers of a monster that looks like a R’havian Hukota plague the thoughts of the scattered settlers. However, one lone traveler is not disquieted by the noise. In fact, she seeks the source of it, and sets out into the darkened dunes. The cursed hunter becomes the hunted. And so Ottir Orrington, the heir of Shattered Star, bearer of the Heavensfang, and the only soul to not be entirely devoured by the guzzler’s curse, in his darkest days will finally encounter hope once more… A light in the frosted darkness to silence his guilt and burn away his shame… And a song to dry his tears and prepare for a battle unlike any he has faced thus far. For the Bloodred creeps amongst the fragments of a civilisation lost, seeking to choke out still more life. As all evil does. Art by @punapunaartums

Heh.

I love cream cheese.