Cape Cod continues stormy — blizzards and all. When the power is on, I’ve been reading Jane Eyre, which suits itself well to winter weather. Howling winds are a good accompaniment to a gothic novel — and Jane Eyre is creepier than I remembered. The opening scene of the book stayed with me from reading it in high school. I remembered young Jane in the window seat tormented by her cousins and then petrified by what she imagines is an angry ghost of her uncle, struck ill by her terror. But the meat of the book was a bit foggy. I enjoy the re-read more than I thought. I’m nearly done — Jane’s preparing for her wedding with a vague, and prescient, sense of foreboding. Poor Jane.
Meanwhile, still chipping away at Dead Rising 3 with Jordan. This is a bit jarring! “You know,” Jordan said, “This game could have a great storyline if it wasn’t so silly.” But Jordan, consider. If it hadn’t been silly, I wouldn’t be dressed like this:
And you wouldn’t be killing a zombie with a tennis ball turret.
Dead Rising works because it doesn’t take itself seriously. If it tried to, it’d fall flat on its face. The core storyline isn’t awful — the town we play in is infected with whatever caused the zombie virus (unclear). It was pretty catastrophic — everyone from policemen to high school athletes are part of the ravening horde. There’s some sort of chip that is supposed to keep people safe, but it’s failing, and the town’s shut off from the rest of the world by the government, despite promises of rescue by the uninfected. So, ok, there’s a halfway decent, unfleshed out storyline! But the writing isn’t superb — it’s not Last of Us. And the graphics aren’t groundbreaking, despite it being next gen. And like most video games, there are plenty of problems with misogny, etc. So, it can’t stand alone – if it wasn’t for the humor, I’d find it boring. But it’s funny, and I can play dress up and annoy the hell out of Jordan, so I love it.