we know there is going to be another mass effect game, that commander shepard’s story is over, that there are rumors of a javik-centric game, a garrus spinoff, the illusive man…
but don’t you think that there’s also an opportunity here to reinvent shepard’s legacy? to set the game far into the future, when the shepard is a status, a title, for heroes of space; when you’re not a commander but a shepard-commander. you run into urdnot mordin, one in a long line of urdnot mordins; maybe a vakarian or a krios. descendants, thoroughly different from the figures—the friends—we already know, to reclaim and recreate and rediscover the galaxy we only thought we knew. and artifacts, memories, memorials, of the heroes we fought alongside; that history which is our history, which means so much to us. we’d have just the barest echoes of it, the ripples we cast hundreds of years ago still felt among the stars, faded, but still felt.
and it would allow for advanced gameplay mechanics to represent the advanced technology. asking the same questions in new ways; what humanity means, what artificial intelligence is, and how do we define family on a galactic scale?
so it would take that story, grandpa and grandkid, and give it context, meaning, applicability. we’d get a statue of mordin solus on a tuchanka barely recognizable, thriving, alive; and a garrus vakarian, wrought of steel on palaven; and the preserved citadel museum; and the new wave of geth; and shepard-commander, the next generation; ssv-normandy enterprise… that kind of continuity.
it would be cool.
i think harry reads the criticism about him like remember his olive green beanie? so many said how gross it was and how ugly it was and he stopped wearing it. or those shirtless pictures of him where he wasn’t as defined? people called him fat and he started working out a lot and now he’s defined again. i think he’s trying to change himself to please people and it makes me very upset
Inevitable (Yin and Yang)
She wanted romance
But was afraid of reality.
He loved the grit
And hated the glamour.
When they first met,
They circled each other
Seeing what they feared
In the other’s eyes.
Round and round,
And slowly, slowly, slowly,
The distance began
To disappear as they circled,
Closer and closer,
Until all there was left
Was each other.
I’ve been in a weird place lately. I’ve talked about it a bit on here. Tonight, I had dinner with my friend whom I haven’t seen in a while and I just talked and talked. Told her everything that was going on, everything that I was worried about, things I am working on, plans I have. I also told her about this blah feeling that I have been having. This feeling of almost nothing. The weird thing is that it isn’t a bad nothing, in a way, it’s a peaceful nothing.
I am so used to being very happy or very sad. almost bipolar, although not to that extreme. I do feel like I have the tendency to obsess over things whether good or bad and for the first time that I can remember, I am not doing that. I am not obsessed about my husband and making him love me or obsessing over finding every bit of proof that he was cheating on me and then not doing anything about it and obsessing that I was an idiot for not doing it. I am not obsessed about him having a baby and am really enjoying that beautiful little baby who is my daughter’s sister. I am not obsessing about my weight. I know I need to work on it more, but I like food. It makes me happy and I know I will figure out the balance. I am not obsessing over exercise and making sure that I go every second that I can, I am not obsessing over internet relationships. I have no control over what happens in other people’s lives. No matter how much I wish someone lived close, it’s just not my reality. I am not pretending that a skype relationship makes me happy, because it doesn’t and I just don’t want something that is a fantasy. I am not checking tumblr and facebook obsessively. I am reading more and I can actually concentrate for more than 5 minutes. I am not obsessing over dating guys because I think I should be or because I just want to have sex (although, that wouldn’t be a bad thing :P). I am not worried so much about work because my brain is clear from all the above clutter to be able to do a better job.
I thought that I was going through some sort of depressive episode, but I am beginning to see that it is not. It is normal. I was truly missing the extreme feelings that I usually feel, but I think I am getting a respite. I of course always go back to all things Broadway and I keep thinking of Diana singing “I Miss the Mountains” in Next to Normal. I get it, and that scares me a bit. I have to remind myself that this is a good thing. Not having the highs and lows have made me a better mom, midwife, sister and friend.
I have such good things going on right now. If I meet someone, great, if not, I’ll go on my adventures and live my life. It’s really a pretty awesome life and I am just going to enjoy it.
Remind me of this post when I start obsessing over something in the future:)
friendly reminder that if someone asks for a favour from you and you politely decline it doesn’t make you:
- a horrible person
- a bad friend
alternatively, saying yes to a request and helping someone does not make:
- you a pushover
- you “too nice”
- it okay for people to take advantage of you
both are legitimate choices because hEY, you have free will and are not obligated to do anything you don’t want to and sometimes i think people need to remember that