Early Access: Star Wars Knights of the Fallen Empire

I’ve never been shy about my geekdom so I’m going to go ahead and admit that I have been waiting and waiting and waiting for the new Star Wars game access to come out.

Seriously.

I have two level 60’s, one level 59 and one level 58 on various classes and characters and have been aching to know what this new story is about.

So I spent three hours or so last night letting the game patch/install, constantly checking that status bar while watching Guardians of the Galaxy with my kiddo (who was equally excited about the game, I might add) until FINALLY I could play.

Now then …

I couldn’t play for long because three hours of patching eats into the sparse evening hours but … I love it.

I have always loved the story-lines in Star Wars, that’s why it’s my game of choice, so I was wide-eyed with pleasure and wonder at the epic (and I do mean EPIC) story I’ve started into here.

Obviously I haven’t gotten too terribly far into it, but if it continues on this venue I’m going to enjoy every moment bouncing through Wild Space and fighting against (NO SPOILERS HERE.)

Also, I allowed my kid to make the new level 60 (comes with the subscription) because I’m an awesome Mom who understands that he really just wants to wave a lightsaber around and look awesome. I’m not invested in that character so he can answer all the quest questions on his own and pave a new path.

I will, of course, be responsible about my playing times and get all my writing deadlines done and whatnot, but since I did finish Persona last week and I have nothing scheduled to start until November 1st … I’m gonna be in Star Wars.

Book Review : Redshirts by John Scalzi

As already admitted on this blog, I am a nerd.  I love Star Trek.  I enjoy Star Wars.  I read science fiction, fantasy, romance, and just about anything that crosses my desk.  I have an active Audible account thanks to the people at Writing Excuses (a podcast that every single writer in the world should listen to) because they introduced me to it.  I’m also on Goodreads, where I can share my love of the written word to anyone who wants to listen.

If that wasn’t nerdy enough, I also play Star Trek Online.  Granted, my time is limited with work, son, writing, but I have managed to reach the level of Captain — *insert squeal of pleasure here* — and sometimes allow my son to help “fly” the ship.  He’s four, so I don’t feel too bad when the Borg constantly destroy us.

With that in mind, Redshirts by John Scalzi was right up my alley for reading material.  Quasi-trekkie, playing off the known joke about how red-shirted individuals on the original show would inevitably die a horrible death, I walked into this book ready to laugh.  And when I discovered that none other than Wil Wheaton was performing the book, I positively beamed with delight.

I loved this book.  I listened to it while at work and was laughing so hard in some places that my coworkers were concerned for my mental health.  (I work in an upstairs area from them so they couldn’t see the headphones, they could only hear my laugh.  Which, now that I think about it, might have seemed a little creepy. )

I won’t give any spoilers, but I will admit that about a quarter of the way into the book I was concerned because I was getting attached to these Redshirts.  I didn’t want to see any of them get their faces eaten by exotic alien creatures.  But they had the dreaded red shirts on, so one part of my brain was always waiting for the curtain to come down on them.

There was one portion of the plot that was a hiccup for me — the discussion of back-stories, which I won’t explain because I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone.  Suffice to say, my rational brain was trying to make sense of a purely irrational thought-process.  But in the end, I chose to ignore this hiccup because … well … I was enjoying the book so much that I just didn’t care.  And … I mean, come on, it’s science fiction.  Fiction being the operative word.

If you’re on Goodreads, then you can see I gave it 5 stars.  If you’re on Audible — I don’t think you can find me because that’s got a different name on it — but I gave it 5 stars all around there.

Thank you, John Scalzi, for the wonderful book.  Thank you Wil Wheaton for the wonderful performance.  It was truly a blast.

Parenting

After spending the day crawling in and out of our homemade “fort” (aka: the bunk bed, lots of blankets and a flashlight) I opted to spend about an hour on Sunday night playing a video game with my son.  There are some nice learning websites that you can take young kids to go play, but Hazen decided he wanted to play Mommy’s game.  And at the risk of sounding like the biggest geek …

Well … I really am a big geek, so there’s no risk here.  So I’ll just tell you — It was Star Trek.

Hazen got to fly the space ship, which made me a little dizzy but he was giggling so I just let him go for it.  I mean, I love Star Trek.  It’s relatively safe as a game because it has no blood and gore to splatter across the screen, and if you look back on the show you see how it really highlighted the core elements of humanity whilst coming into contact with “new life and new civilization.”

I suppose I should thank my Mom for pretty much forcing me to see every episode of Star Trek there ever was.  I might have grumbled about it for a year or two, but I grew to really love it.  (Especially the Next Generation.  I never really liked the girlie Troy’s character — too vulnerable and wimpy for my tastes — but Data was absolutely fascinating.  And when I was young I had a crush on Wesley.)

Anyway!

So I caught Hazen saying we were going to “kill” the Klingon’s and alarm bells rang, so I told him; “No.  We don’t kill.  We have stun-phaser’s, so they’re not really hurt.  They’re just … forcibly sleeping.”

*cough*

Then he caught me cheering when we blew up an enemy ship and he said; “No, Mamma, we don’t kill.”

Thoroughly chagrined, I agreed.  “No, we didn’t kill them.  We just destroyed them.”

…. And in the back of my head I was like; ooooh, that is so not better.

So I tried to compensate; “The ship was empty.  It was just a computer.  A robot.”

And Hazen said; “Like a Borg!”

Ah, parenting.  I think the game is rated “PG” or something like that.  All I have to say is … this “Parental Guidance” certainly failed.