Adventures in house-shaking.
…and I have the body aches to prove it.
Ring Fit Adventure
Ring Fit Adventure for the Nintendo Switch came out about two weeks ago, and I finally picked it up a few days back. One thing I quickly discovered is that, if your house is pushing 100 years old, and even if you have a decently plush area rug in front of the TV you’re using, you might want to do two things:
- Put down extra cushioning (I’m using two yoga mats).
- Calibrate the leg strap with a gentler spring in your step to start.
I did neither of these things at first, and the whole house shook as the floorboards undulated with my heaviest of exertions to achieve flaming-haired status.
Once I did do these things, however, the house and its occupants (my wife, a skittish cat) were less rattled and startled, and I was able to get a decent 40 minutes into the game/exercise. Since Ring Fit’s adventure mode starts you off with only a few exercises with which to battle the baddies you encounter, my thighs, sides, and shoulders are feeling most of the burn even now as a type this hours later — a testament to the workout or to my out-of-shapedness, both are just as likely true.
The bands Kyuss, Queens of the Stone Age, and Eagles of Death Metal have a few things in common, and one of these common threads needling through all of them is, at any given point, Josh Homme. Josh also likes to invite his friends to just jam, man, and see what comes out of it. Those jams are recorded and released as the not-quite-a-super-group Desert Sessions.
Many of the tracks recorded during these sessions end up as more polished versions on QOTSA albums, or sound like early or unreleased versions of songs that could’ve been, and as a decently big enough fan of Queens of the Stone Age, I can usually find one or two tracks that make Desert Sessions worth listening to. In the case of the recently released Vol. 11 & 12, all but one of the tracks (“Chic Tweetz”) are treats to my ears.
I don’t know that I’d recommend giving it a listen to just anyone, but if you enjoy any of the three bands mentioned above, then I couldn’t recommend it more.
The Murderbot Diaries
I’ve read more books in 2019 than I have in probably any previous year in my life. You could maybe even combine the number of books I’ve read over the last 10 years and I’d still’ve read more in the past 10 months, so that sure is something.
The 28th book I’ve read this year is the last book (for now) in Martha Wells’ entirely enjoyable series, The Murderbot Diaries. Murderbot is a Security Bot who, over four books, falls into a number of misadventures where emotions are discovered and dealt with quite poorly. All four of the books (novellas, perhaps?) are great, and if the saga ended here like it was supposed to, I’d’ve been a-okay with it. As it turns out, however, a fifth book is on its way, and now I have a reason to live again.
Much like author Ann Leckie, I, too, love Murderbot!
The Great British Bake Off
The Great British Bake Off remains a properly joyous competition where home bakers try their best over 10 weekends of their lives to win an engraved, crystal cake stand and a sash of flowers. They are friendly folks who root for each other and occasionally offer a hand to their competitors to help finish up their bakes while the hosts goof-off and every episode just leaves me feeling nice.
Season 10 just wrapped up and it’s all streamable on Netflix and there are worse ways to spend your time than to watch these folks bake their hearts out.
If you’re still in Netflix’s menu, why not put on Derry Girls? To be fair, I’ve only caught the last half of the first series and the first half of the second series (I jumped in while my wife was watching it), but what I’ve seen is a hilarious and heart-felt look at a group of teenaged friends growing up in Derry, Northern Ireland in the early-to-mid 90’s.
I appreciate how the show captures the vibe of the era while it also deals with the struggles of the locale during the Northern Ireland Conflict (which I’m only vaguely familiar with having grown up during the 90’s in the U.S. and having seen the movie Blown Away, which only slightly touches on The Troubles but in Boston, MA, and probably poorly because the movie came out in 94 and the conflict resolved in 98, so disregard my even bringing it up).
Anyway, I just finished a sandwich and my wife started Derry Girls back up without me, so now’s as good a time as any to finish up this week’s mess of words.
Until next week…