Am Playing: Worms
Worms is like the stages of grief personified.
It wasn’t me that just tossed that holy hand grenade, it was Pilo. Go after her.
Did you seriously just throw a farting old lady at me, Payback? You will pay.
Hey, friend, you don’t need to do this. Wait. Jordan. I’m your buddy. What are you doing with that baseball bat?
I only have one worm left. How did this happen? We started so well. I have no hope of winning.
If I’m going down, I’ll take you all with me. Bastards.
Diablo’s been fun, but I was starting to get a bit bored with it. I get the allure — the excitement of seeing a big orange pillar from the sky — but I found myself not even engaged enough to change my spec up when I got an amazing weapon. Diablo’s story is excellent, the game play fantastic and the stress relief practically astronomical. But, I wasn’t feeling it anymore, and thus was thrilled when Payback texted that we were going to play Worms instead for a night. A change of pace was just right.
Also, nice Discworld reference, devs.
Baxter and I trotted through Crow’s Pasture again on Monday. This is currently my favorite walk, because it feels like a moment frozen in time. You can’t really hear the road from there, unlike either of my other wood walks. And you walk through the marsh and it feels like it could be the 19th century. The woods are crisscrossed by old stone walls and fallen trees, silvery on the side of the path. Snakes and small rodents rustle in the weeds, and seabirds and songbirds rustle in the trees. Quivet Neck is one of the loveliest places on the Cape, and Dennis is lucky that their conservation department has worked so hard to keep pieces of it completely pristine.
It felt good to have a quiet weekend after the whirlwind of many weeks. Even though I just got back from vacation, a few days of work erased any lingering relaxation and brought me right back to reality. It was a good weekend to keep it quiet, to enjoy the lovely weather, to sit on the deck and watch the orioles in the peach tree flirt.