My life in Sessionbuddy

I have in my greasy possession the Chrome Extension “Sessionbuddy”, where you are able to save your Chrome tabs under an umbrella name and come back to them at a later date. Obviously it doesn’t work too well without some sort of naming convention. Today I had a bit of a clean out and the following are the names of my session groups (a few of which contained well over 100 tabs of completely unrelated web pages). It’s fair to say my state of mind has been a bit ropey over the last year:

TURDWAFFLE

KITCHES AND PORCHES

building

JOBBER THE HUTT

YOURMOTHERSBOX

DICKWEASEL

STUFFANDTHINGSGGGG

LORDDICKBAG

TABBEY

STUFFERINO

QUAGAMANALO

CRAPAPALALALA

FACEBOOK VOYAGE

ALL THE THINGS

TURDBANGER

TABBALOOLAH

YOR MOTHER

vegan meals

AUDINENCE BUMHOLE MAP

stuff and things

ELFINGREATDICSLAVER

UNT UR A COONT

giffffmooopop

TBBITYDOODAR

stuffantingAWINGYWOOWARWAY!!!

bollook

GWERTHONGOLIO

trundlegimper

EL TUMERDINGODILLYDALLY

el farto prime

EL CHUNGO

Nativity vomit

Someone I went to school with once said he thought I’d make something interesting of myself, the subtext being that I hadn’t. He then asked if he could use my parking permit, I ignored him and that’s the last we spoke (happy endings, eh?). I bring it up as I’m pretty sure the last time he’d seen me before that fateful last (scathing) encounter was when I’d chucked kebab up over some church steps in front of a nativity scene window-display. Did that episode lead him to believe I was a diamond in the rough or perhaps a genius in the making? Did the fact I’d (in my mind) progressed to move city, job and nurture a longterm relationship equate to some kind of failure in his eyes? Guess I’ll never know. One thing’s for sure, he’s still off my parking space list!

2021 – The far future!

Jesus. What a bloody rollercoaster, eh? Namely one that breaks down and people loose things – limbs, lives, dignity. And it’s not over yet. Just as nothing fucking changed – millenium bug, what? – when the year 2000 happened. Ahhh the year 2000. Simpler times. 2020 made 2016 – the year when Bowie, an actual Star man, died – look bleedin’ marvelous.

However.

I’m knackered. Good knackered. I have a son now. I’m jobseeking in case the worst happens. But I’m more motivated than I ever have been because I have to be. Maybe all those (cue sad piano music) X-Factor “I’m doing it for my kids” auditions were authentic after all? Or maybe it’s the 8.2% Biscoff Porter I just downed talking, washed down with a Gamma Ray. Whatever the weather, happy belated New Year you utterly, utterly beautiful bastards. reap the whirlwind and that. Good luck and god speed.

The Shelter map

Here’s a Metroidvania-esque map I’ve been playing about with. It depicts The Shelter, which wil be a key story location in my book. It was made in After Effects.