Today’s deck is Disorder: Tarot of Innocence.
Another cool deck with strong and easy-to-read shapes, this one in black and white.
Today’s reading is basically confirming that “you’re tired from adulting dumbass, you’re nowhere near rested”.
The Hierophant is a fun card for me because it’s meant to symbolize exoteric knowledge (knowledge from the outside, meant to be understood by many, as opposed to The High Priestess and esoteric knowledge) so some decks even call it “The Teacher”, but because I’m me and I don’t like being told what to do, The Hierophant feels (mainly in personal readings) like it represents the things society imposes onto me, like taxes and chores.
You know, writing this blog has become so much of a routine that I actually don’t get that many “damn, I’ve been doing this daily for like a year now, huh?” moments. September 11 is ironically one of the reminders because I remember writing about my dad’s own “where were you when Sasuke was kill the towers fell” moment.
At that time my dad was still a music teacher in the school I went to (that was the year I transferred to it, incidentally) though while he’d been legit teaching music in the past, the task basically became going to classrooms and exposing kids to folk songs while they tried to touch his guitar.
He was also the IT teacher for a while, incidentally.
So anyways, his story is that he was in a meeting with other teachers and someone else bursts in and goes “WORLD WARD THREE HAS JUST STARTED!!”.
That story has become more and more hilarious as time goes on because I’ve been going through a bunch of biographies and a LOT of them have that “It was the morning of September 11” moment in them that at this point feels like a Stan Lee Cameo you point at and clap almost.
The hilarity comes from the fact that every time they mention it there’s this somber and grieving tone recalling what people felt in that moment, and the reaction in other countries was basically “Ah shit ah fuck those damn gringos now have an excuse to do some bullshit fuck me”.
One of my favorite bits about it was someone describing Limp Bizkit’s Rollin’ as “Pre 9/11 America’s credits roll” because not only did they film on the WTC and even get a commendation by the WTC for how they depicted the towers but earned other prizes for the song basically right before The Day.
But anyways, back to my own day. I actually heeded the cards’ advice and decided to take it easy for a change… or try to in any case.
I was browsing Instagram and I saw some game ads and they fascinate me because they LOOK like they might be fun, and setting aside the fact that they never ever play like in the ad, it made me think specifically how the games are nonsensical and you cannot tell the rules… but looking at them LOOKS like fun which honestly is telling of how important presentation is, where your brain will feel like something might be fun even if the analytical game designer part of your brain goes insane trying to understand how the damn thing works to begin with.
For real though, there’s this one where it’s like tetris in mutiple layers and when you complete the line some of the other remaining pieces fall and I watched it like 10 times trying in vain to understand what the rules were on what determines which piece falls.
I also played this DLsite game and the premise is kinda fun. Basically every day a gyaru will enter your room and hang out, and if you’ve got a game or books or snacks that she likes your affection level will go up.
It’s very simple and unlike the cover image you only get one girl at once, but something that stuck out to me is how every girl’s “route” (by maxing affection) ends with them going all “Man I’ve gotten so used to this room it feels like home… what am I saying? See ya next time!” or some variation of such.
It always struck me as curious (and as one of the appealing elements of it all) how often porn games tend to get sappy by the end, but considering how me trying to write and publish a short smut story (it’s in this blog somewhere, you can find it) led to the second me inside my head giving me a verbal beatdown and making me face facts about myself I’m still coming to terms with, I feel likeit’s just a normal aftermath of the bare necessity of opening up that the creative process entails.
That’s why there’s so much fiction about fiction, so many indie games about making a game, so many first stories that become meta meditations about making things. Because making things involves opening up a part of yourself that makes you very VERY vulnerable and for some the process itself is emotional enough to make them want to talk about the process itself in their work.
And well, when the thing you’re laying bare is the sort of personal preference you don’t talk about even with friends, fun things happen.
On less high-brow news: They just made a cup noodle ad with Chargeman Ken.
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