It’s not that Random Access Memories is growing on me, it’s that every time I listen to it my capacity to feel joy is increased.
I love walking around Fallout New Vegas with Boone. I don’t even draw my weapon anymore. If anything decides to attack, its head explodes, as if the very thought of doing my divine person harm detonated their skull with its impossibility.
He’s a one man Justice Zone centered on the glorious rightness of me.
If there’s a better cocktail than the Blood and Sand I haven’t drunk it, which I consider a personal failing, as it is my mission to continually find more and better (and worse) cocktails.