Christmas vacation is two weeks long here in the Richards household. I haven’t been blogging much because all it would be about is how my wife and I played various boardgames. We also ate some really good Japanese food but again, not terribly exciting.
Because it is the end of the year I do want to take some time out and list some of my favorite things like a perverse Maria Von Trapp. These are things that I may or may not have mentioned and I think you would really enjoy them.
Lykke Li is a Swedish songwriter and singer. Just twenty-five years old, her music has that odd combination of youthful optimism and terribly accurate pessimism of what her future contains. Songs range from haunting sexy to haunting morose. Mostly just haunting. She has two albums, “Wounded Rhymes” and “Youth Novels” and I adore both of them.
Pym is a book by Mat Johnson about race, hilarity and Edgar Allen Poe’s rather cryptic novel, “The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket.” Wait! Don’t run away because unlike Poe, this book is easily read by modern audiences and is ten times better. It is also really fucking funny in the way that only discussions about racism can be. I love this book so much I am afraid to discuss it for fear of spoiling anyting or giving away the best jokes. It is my favorite book of the year.
I play a lot of videogames. It is really hard to pick a favorite this year but judging by total time played, I have sunk over a hundred hours into Dungeons of Dredmor, so I guess it is my favorite. Dungeons of Dredmor is a simple game where you control a male or female adventurer, trying to get to the bottom of a dungeon and kill the lich Dredmor. Along the way you will discover traffic cones to wear as helmets, a dozen types of cheese to eat, monsters that look like they were designed by Monty Python and that general feeling of silliness that you get from the best Dungeons and Dragons games, back before you started taking it too seriously.
The game will also fucking murder you. Oh my gods, will it slay you. It is turn based, so you have all the time in the world to make your decisions, which is why it is ten times more painful when a bad decision gets you killed. At least the humor inherent in the violence will keep you smiling.
The Black Keys rock. I should say more but really, when your band consists of one guitarist vocal and a drummer, it is hard to say nice things without sounding like a teenage boy. Wait, I will channel sixteen year old Shon to write this next bit-
“Oh my god you guys! This band rocks! They sing about bad girlfriends and being in love and it sounds all manly and shit without getting depressing like that pussy, Phil Collins! You totally got to listen to them! A lot of their songs are about women who are bad for them, like when I had a crush on Adrian in English class even though she was a total bitch to me in homeroom. They feel my pain!”
Also, their videos are pretty hilarious.