Apparently we are at our happiest when either 16 or 70 years old. I am neither of those things. It could be argued that I am somewhere in between although there is yet another decade to go before I am at what might be considered the median point of misery. Unfortunately, it appears my time machine is stuck on forward only mode and like most humans, I can only forge ahead. Consensus is that this rule is directly correlated toward having to “adult” as this is something that is more or less difficult all of the time.
The Switch is calling me in ever more seductive tones. We got a new Nintendo Direct last week and they have all kinds of rad shit lined up for 2019. Super Mario Maker 2 is finally happening, Link’s Awakening is getting a cute-as-hell remake and Tetris is now a Battle Royale. Really. As though that weren’t enough, tomorrow is International Pokemon Day. Yep, that’s a thing. I feel like more and more people are coming round to the idea and it’s only in part thanks to Go! Maturity isn’t necessarily about outgrowing stuff, it’s about owning the stuff that you grew up with and - for a number of people in their terrifyingly late twenties / terrifyingly early thirties - that may include teh ‘mons. Twitch Plays Pokemon hit their five year milestone a couple of weeks back and the mainline, premium experience turns twenty-three this year. Could we be in for a more delicious reveal of the next iteration in the pocket-sized vein? I don’t know. The big N has only just spoken and if history has taught us anything, they shall now ascend to their canopy for time, leaving us to forage in the roots below. We’ll see. If it’s any consolation, Super Mario Bros. 2 is also available via the eShop and that might be reason alone to own their device. Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
Charlie Jane Anders has a new book out and everyone is going Gwen Stefani over it. ‘The City In The Middle Of The Night’ is apparently even stronger than her debut novel, ‘All The Birds In The Sky’ (also published by Tor Books, 2016) and that is praise of the highest breed. More importantly, from the little I have read so far, it looks to be true. CJA is well aware that she has all the necessary ingredients to bake the greatest of adventures. What’s more, she weaponises the resultant baked goods into something capable of tackling the weighty beasts of colonialism and evolution and how we parse those confections as a society. Also, her metaphors are less confusing than mine. That being said, there is a whole “Are you edible?” thing that she’s toying around with and spoke about in recent times. I am intrigued and definitely not hankering after intelligence differentially justified roast porg. Octopodes are friends, not food. It’s right up there in the richest of company and if you’re stuck for something to read you should go out and source it immediately. Actually, frack whatever you are reading - go find this.
‘Basement Beehive’ (Numero Group, 2018) landed on my mat late last year and it’s taken me…a while to make my way through the tracklist with any kind of conscious recall in tow. There are fifty-six tracks. 56. Take it either way, alpha or numerical and that’s a lot of tracks. Fortunately, you’re unlikely to have heard any of them before. More fortune befall you, they’re all absolute dreams, recorded in that way that seemingly only the sixties knew how. I can put any side, A through D and dance away like a duck’s bum, with complete and utter abandon for at least a portion of an hour.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to Numero Group for the thumbnail image.]