Okay, job searching isn’t all bad, and I guess I have some experiences that are attractive to prospective employers. Interview or test requests trickle in, not always popping out at once. Life is worthy, even though I am often enamored with ones outside my concrete one.
In Stardew Valley, I caught a mutant carp, which is a legendary fish that can only be caught once. I will put it in a fish tank soon, once I’ve made room for it. A couple of days ago, I gave birth to a son, Orwell. I named him such because his father, Elliott, seems to be an Orwell fan. If the player tells Elliott their favorite genre is science fiction earlier in the game,his debut novel will be Rise of the Planet Yazzo, which gave me Orwellian vibes (only excerpts of the book are in the game when he reads it at the launch party). I’m actually not too familiar with Orwell, but the fact that the name also means “the branch of the river” and Elliott happens to be a nautical devotee also clinched it for me. Orwell’s older sister is Elowyn, after a character in a play I wrote in college (and it also happens to have the same first syllable as her dad’s; there’s some etymology significance too but I took the class a while ago).
As much as I love the game, having children in Stardew is rather dull. They walk or crawl around and look at you. Your spouse will sometimes say they are pregnant, or that you are pregnant, or the adoption paperwork was filled out if you are a same-sex couple, but nothing else changes. I’d thought my character was just a couple pixels bigger when I was pregnant, but I’m probably wrong or it’s too subtle to really make a difference. Well, one thing that’s nice in the latest update of the game is that your children can now attend town festivals once they can walk. They still don’t have dialogue, interests, or actions, but hey, now Leah the sculptor and Gus the bartender know we have kids instead of having them be cooped up in the farmhouse all year long…with only the dog and livestock as babysitters..