Life is Strange (The End?)

I concluded Season One of this unusual emotional gaming drama and the authors created a brilliant environment pulling you into actually caring for a character and then dropping you into the ultimate dilemma of sacrificing that same character.

Titles as deep as this are few and far between but thoroughly enjoyable like a good book or fine wine.

IRL I’m getting some pesky weak web application attacks from 193.201.224.193

person: Bondarenko Viktor
address: Ukraine, Kiev, Jilyanskaya street, 12
phone: +380684956523

Dear Viktor, please go away.

Life Is Strange – Tough decisions

Turning

I stand again in the “How the mighty have Fallen” category.

Having sidestepped adversity as a borderline miscreant, wondered through three marriages and fathered two beautiful daughters.  I now find myself in a single room sharing with two random strangers.

This is my time for healing and solitude.

It’s a quiet Saturday morning and I have nothing, literally not a pot to my name. I walk into a 1-Euro store to sounds of “Turn, Turn, Turn” playing in the background.

God is trying to tell me something again

"Turn! Turn! Turn!"


To everything - turn, turn, turn
 There is a season - turn, turn, turn
 And a time to every purpose under heaven
 
 A time to be born, a time to die
 A time to plant, a time to reap
 A time to kill, a time to heal
 A time to laugh, a time to weep
 
 To everything - turn, turn, turn
 There is a season - turn, turn, turn
 And a time to every purpose under heaven
 
 A time to build up, a time to break down
 A time to dance, a time to mourn
 A time to cast away stones
 A time to gather stones together
 
 To everything - turn, turn, turn
 There is a season - turn, turn, turn
 And a time to every purpose under heaven
 
 A time of love, a time of hate
 A time of war, a time of peace
 A time you may embrace
 A time to refrain from embracing
 
 To everything - turn, turn, turn
 There is a season - turn, turn, turn
 And a time to every purpose under heaven
 
 A time to gain, a time to lose
 A time to rend, a time to sew
 A time for love, a time for hate
 A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!
Far Cry® 5 – A Time to Heal

Isolated and in Pain

A Black Man in the UK can easily feel hunted and cornered.  Now in my early 50’s I feel like a survivor having dodged a few “Hulk” moments but I realise it’s not so easy for many of my brethren out there.

This made me stop, think and give Thanks