Okay, some things.
1. Marc recently purchased Dark Souls II.
For those of you who are not versed in From Software’s latest release, this is a game famed for its incredible difficulty, infinitely unforgiving structure (you cannot ever pause gameplay), and relentless onslaught of terrifying and hard to kill monsters.
So of course my husband (and millions of other gamers the world wide over) love to drive themselves crazy engaging with this insanity.
Marc, in particular, really likes to set the right tone before picking up his player console, and as such, this is what our living room has been looking like for the past few nights:
I mean, I’m all for mood lighting, but I’m not sure if the candlelight is really fulfilling its intended function if he is still rage quitting every time he accidentally gets obliterated by a boss, or inadvertently walks off of a cliff.
This game, man.
It destroys lives.
2. Last Tuesday night I went to see the band Jungle in concert.
It was AMAZING.
Due to my slight crotichiness and very busy life schedule, it really takes a lot for me to stay out past my bedtime on a school night.
So to find me at a club downtown (on a Tuesday no less!), waiting for this band to storm the stage at the ungodly hour of 11pm, I was beginning to question whether or not my choice to come out and see them had been the correct decision.
My dance mate (my very good friend Chelsea, whom I had invited to accompany me as a “Holy crap you just published a book” gift) was equally as skeptical – she being of similar mind and crotichiness.
But sweet mother of pearl, I’ll tell ya. As soon as the first strains of their song “Platoon” propelled forth from the stage, I knew we were in for a treat.
This band is very, very good.
For the next hour we danced our little hearts out to the most epic of new soul-funk-rock tunes, dazzled by the most brilliant of accompanying light shows.
It’s not often you’ll go see a new band (they formed in 2013) that is so tight, and polished, and all around AMAZING.
They were playing at The Imperial, and I doubt they will be playing such a small venue the next time they roll around in Vancouver.
They will be selling out the Commodore in no time flat.
And I will be there.
And I won’t question that decision for a second.
- Young Scamps
That’s me on the right and my big sister Kate on the left.
Would you look at us?
As ridiculous as it would seem – I remember that outfit so well. I was absolutely mesmerized by the plums!
I am also fairly certain that this photo was taken somewhere in the east coast of Canada, during one of our many summer sojourns in and around Nova Scotia – only I cannot for the life of me pinpoint the exact location.
I’ll probably bolt out of bed sometime around 3am tomorrow, having remembered the date and time, and also the fact that I forgot to pre-set the coffee and switch the laundry into the dryer.
The stuff of which my nightmares are made!
But until that time, I’ll just enjoy it for what it is.
So that’s a couple of things swinging about our corner of the jungle.
Vancouver has been having the most inconsistent and mind-boggling weather of late – one minute it’s raining so hard I keep expecting to see kayakers navigating their way along our roads and side streets, and the next it’s so hot, entire hordes of people find themselves simultaneously engaging in the terrifying practice of frantic and communal disrobing.
(It’ll be a trial sport in the next summer Olympics)
I am becoming a champion of layering all of my outfits, all of the time.
Halloween is also coming up, and I’m having a hard time getting into the spirit of things.
I think I may have done myself in on the creativity front last year – I don’t think I am ever going to top my Samara from The Ring.
However, should things change, I’ll keep you posted.
I hope all of you are warm and dry, wherever you find yourselves tonight.
And beware of dark souls (of any form).
So light a candle. Or two.