I reley didn’t want to also be the one saying this - as well as every other sweating native right now - but it’s hot. Like, really hot. Like trouble-breathing-moving-eating-sleeping-existing hot. I understand that it is similarly, if not more so uncomfortable elsewhere in Europe Land but we are not accustomed to nor built for this degree of warm. My god is the sun and I must have sinned most grievously, though I can only guess at which one of my manifold transgressions Ra has finally decided to pull me up on. I needs must seek shade and air conditioning. I would even settle for curling up inside the meager sliver of shade around the trunk of this beautiful, beautiful tree. Look at that tree; isn't it beautiful?
I can no longer form coherent thought let alone write under such conditions. This could be a kind of hellish dress rehearsal (although if I could remove my skin right now I would) as I’m off to Cancun in a few weeks to play with the mosquitos. I am told that Mexico is a hot place. It is also quite far away and must be accessed via an obscure chromantic ritual involving peanuts, sleep depravation and for some reason Atlanta. I’m still reading the ancient texts on this subject. Here's another picture. This one's of a really old house. I think it's what my dad would call 'a fixer-upper'.
A large part of surviving this ritual would appear to be donning the appropriate psychological armour with which to guard the human mind against the arduous passage of time spent on multiple gravity defying vehicles of despair. For this, I shall almost certainly be equipping the Gameboy Colour in my quickdraw inventory slot, modified at the very least with a copy of Pokemon Crystal and whatever other gems I can farm for relief from the tedium of long-haul air travel. It could even be time to crack Oracle Of Seasons once and for all.
One particular rummage yestereve on the store where the apps live yielded this little number. Ticket to Earth is a colour matching tactical turn-based sci fi RPG. I’ve checked and that’s what it is. It’s the first game I’ve actually really had on my phone this year and it’s just a masterclass in gameplay, design and some really great writing. Some have suggested that it could be a touch on the short side but Robot Circus - a developer from Melbourne in Australia which is a place absolutely familiar with heat - have promised that more delicious episodes are incoming, the second of which is in fact already out. My only problem is that I want to play it now and have never been the most patient of men.
Another potentially viable option would be that which I gifted to The Singularity Embodied for her own passage to that place; BBC Radio 4's fully voiced dramatisation of the first three Earthsea books. I talked some big talk a while back about how it was time to go back and pay my respects to Le Guin's masterwork but it hasn't happened yet. I can imagine this being the perfect latent alternative to actively feasting on technology in order to remain simultaneously conscious and sane in the airport. There could even be a chance that it might lull me to that elusive realm known as Sleep while crossing the Atlantic, which would be optimal as it is still the closest approximation to time travel that we have yet to develop.
I'm not sure if the idea of nodding off while listening to Ged & Co is sacrilege but it might be. In any case, while they do say that "There's no time like the present," that might, once again be the problem: I wish to travel with Ursula immediately and listen to these voices come alive. Willpower is hard.
At this rate I shall be stuck playing tic tac toe and reading the in flight magazine for the entire confection.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to the press team at Robot Circus for the thumbnail.]