Wandering imaginative landscapes: Part two
I began playing MMORPGs when I was undergraduate “at the turn of the twenty-first century.” This was, of course, when MMORPGs were first introduced.
Ayla's story: What's in a name and other background bits
After choosing your race and your class, and spending (if you're me) at minimum an hour customizing your character's look, you have to choose a name. Naming is sacred, you see. It is also, I think, intensely personal. And contrary to labels, which are imposed on
Wandering imaginative landscapes: Part one
You remember when I mentioned that whole dissertation thingie? Maybe not, if you haven't read the Invitation to Ayla's Story. But, well, so there's this dissertation thingie that I'm trying to write (still futzing around with the proposal, in case you'
Bringing memories forward...
It's Mother's Day. I realized not long ago that I never really called anyone mother when I was younger. Not mom or mama or mommy, either. It feels weird to call myself a mother and when I let myself stop and think about it, it still
Ayla's story: Dragonborn detour
(Potential spoilers below) This little detour is important. I promise. (Also, be prepared for some, shall we say, innuendo? Don't say I didn't warn you...) I was late to the whole Baldur’s Gate 3 thing. Story of my life. The reason was largely technical—I
Being Brave...
It’s late on a Sunday evening and I feel like I’m rejoining the world after having been…elsewhere…for the weekend. You see, I’m fairly risk-averse on the whole, except when I’m not, and when I’m not, it’s usually because my metaphorical feet have
Ayla's story: An invitation
227 hours and 31 minutes. It was just past the witching hour when I finished my first Baldur’s Gate 3 run through. It was emotional, to finally finish. It was an emotional game. How aggravating. I feel like Murderbot[1]—I need to withdraw from the feed because I’