Oh my NO! Happy Saturday everyone.
A stranger at the bus stop yesterday politely came up to me and said I had, “really cool makeup, man.” This really brightened my afternoon when I just wanted to go home and sleep. This is in contrast to being catcalled a week or so ago. Some faith in my fellow metropolitans has been restored.
(That was the first and only time I’ve been catcalled, I now reconsider wearing skirts when I’m going out as they seem to make some straight men see me in a whole different light. Now I just dress like a like a spooky androgyne–not your sex object now, huh?)
I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but this video makes me cringe a bit. It might be the showcasing of 1950s ideals of a “perfect neighborhood” where everyone is exactly the same and their biggest concern is “being friendly.”
For some modern context:
Honestly, I think kids should be taught both social skills and how to be safe.
What do you know about Sam? Are they a boy, a girl? Are they cheating on their girlfriend? Where did they go on the 18th of January? Where are they now?
One user on Game Jolt commented:
“really hits me like a rock, cried like a baby”
Contrary to my introduction, A Normal Lost Phone is not a murder-mystery. It’s not terribly suspenseful, but it’s ending is very, very real. Even though I am not in Sam’s exact situation, their struggle reminded me of myself. The game is written very well. The end text, supposedly written by the main character, is minimal, to the point, and believable. The only real complaint I have is that, in the cellphone’s contacts, there are so many names that are absolutely pointless. It clutters up a screen that shouldn’t be.
Play A Normal Lost Phone by Accidental Queens here (available in English, French, and Spanish!)
I referred to Samantha during my description as “they” as I wanted her gender to remain ambiguous, as to not spoil the story. I am aware that she is a woman.
It doesn’t matter
where it happened,
who it happened to.
If your home is on earth;
then it happened to you.
There’s a new game out by Daniel Linssen— YES! So excited! Daniel Linssen, you are awesome!
Mutiur Rehman believes he’s Jesus, and that he is Tupac‘s prodigy. Yes, that Tupac, the deceased rapper we’re all familiar with. Before you laugh, consider this: how long can you be alone, before you start to hallucinate?
According to accounts from Rehman’s family members, it took him about a year to start hearing things. In total, he spent 18 months in solitude against his will.
This all happened at the infamous Innes Road jail in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. This jail has been under scrutiny for its inhumane treatment of inmates; including locking them in shower rooms, overcrowding, and its use of solitary confinement.
Now, Mutiur Rehman has received a diagnosis of schizophrenia, an illness that can be exacerbated by stress. His mother and father believe the stress and loneliness of being in prison for two years caused him to hear voices.
It’s irrelevant why Rehman was in the Innes Road jail, and what he did or didn’t do. Inmates aren’t monsters or demons deserving of punishment: they are human beings. Fundamentally, people do not deserve abuse.
To help you understand Schizophrenia a bit better, I have added some videos to this post:
Honestly thinking about switching to Blogger… What do you all think?