forrest
certified chaos practitioner
what i love most about #WindWaker is that Link is not actually "the chosen one," but just a 12-year-old boy with an endless reservoir of courage and a helluva lot of spunk that just happens to look a lot like the fabled Hero. the King of Red Lions even admits this. this 12 yr old gathered the pearls, powered up the Master Sword, and collected the 8 pieces of the Triforce of Courage all by himself, no divine providence required. meaning: you, too, can be a hero, if you put your mind to it.
PULLING THE MASTER SWORD
This essay is dedicated to my children. It is both a metaphorical analysis of Ocarina of Time and an anti-adulthood manifesto of sorts, about how to avoid becoming like a zombie in Hyrule Castle Town.
I hope you like it.
https://oncomputer.games/2026/04/27/pulling-the-master-sword/
boy and i started playing #WindWaker (GameCube) last night, and he loves it. i forgot how jaw-droppingly captivating it is. it's like stepping into a storybook, like straight-up playing a cartoon. the island vibes, the solid blue waves washing in and out, the sound of the gulls, it's almost like you can smell the salt water, taste the nasal drip. and Link is so expressive, probably more expressive than in any other #Zelda game.
on working shit jobs:
they say Twilight Princess is the grimdark Zelda but there's a baboon shaking and slapping his ass at you within the first hour of the game
i'd never been a big fan of the second half of Abbey Road, until i woke up early this morning, put on the record, and started replaying the medley whilst in sort of hypnagogic state, and damn, this song is wonderful. the subtle harmonies, the ringing blues guitar lead, the bouncy bass line, and it's the perfect length too. maybe one of my favorite Beatles songs now.
ladies and gentleman, presenting John Lennon.
i was aware of stuff like this going on with boys in the ‘50s, but even if i were that age back then, i don’t think i could participate, or even understand it. seems barbaric, vile, almost. although, analyzing it, maybe i'm just a prude. maybe this is some sort of meaningful expression that has been conditioned out of me. idk.
there are stories of all of the Beatles doing this, even an interview in which Paul admits it. very fucking weird to me.
i often kiss you when there's no one else around
