I saw the new Pirates movie with Mom and Jimmy today. I was expecting to actively dislike it, so I was pleasantly surprised that parts of it were quite fun/interesting/entertaining, and the rest was not generally as irritating as I had feared.
Then we came home, and I took a nap, during which I had an intense, narrative dream. I don't remember what it was about
, but I do remember that it was all in rhyming couplets. Jimmy woke me up before the end of the story, and I demanded "twenty more minutes," because I needed to know what was going to happen next. I should have told him what it was about at the time, in hindsight. Alas.
Then he played Mass Effect 2
for me (I just can't do the fighting. At all. I can barely wander around the Normandy
without slamming into bulkheads - taking cover is never going to happen) while I gave vague commands and ate cornbread for dinner. I never finished it when it first came out - Mass Effect 2
, I mean, not the cornbread - not from lack of interest, but because my skillz are so unleet, and I had too much going on at the time to work out how Jimmy and I could coordinate playing time together. So I'm glad we're doing it now, because while I got spoiled on enough plot and watched enough of his
playthrough and videos online and all to know the shape of things, that's no substitute for playing all the way through with my very own Shepard.
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