David Peach

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  • Pockets of time

    When you’re young, free and single you don’t realise how much free time you have.

    “Don’t have time for that” shouldn’t have even been in my vocabulary.

    When you meet someone and start getting serious, you will probably start seeing them most evenings and / or weekends.

    Despite enjoying the time spent with your new partner, you will remember just how much extra time you had for those pursuits.

    Then you move in together and perhaps get married.

    You may then start to reminisce about those evenings every other day when your time was all your own to do with as you wished.

    Staying up till 3 am to play video games? No problem!

    And then you may have a child together.

    Now yours and your partner’s every waking moment is there to make sure that your child is happy, healthy and loved.

    They have no past memories.

    They are a clean slate.

    Their time for pursuits and discovery is in front of them.

    When you are woken at random times in the middle of the night, which then makes you too tired in the day, you will remember how much time your partner and you had before your bundle of joy arrived.

    And then the second one arrives.

    You will start to reminisce over how much time you actually had during nap times. And at night when your first one started sleeping through the night finally.

    Now it’s just small pockets of time.

    Concentrated moments for you to really focus in on the things that you want to pursue for yourself.

    I’m lucky.

    I found the person I’m happy and grateful to be spending the rest of my life with.

    And we’ve been blessed to have brought two perfect children into the world.

    I love my life now.

    This is a post for my children to read when they are old enough.

    I want them to consider the path they choose to walk — with whoever they hope to walk it with.

    I want them to know that if they find the right person as I did, then the sacrifices are merely exchanges; upgrades to an even better, more fulfilling life.

    All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us

    Gandalf — The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien.

  • Red right hand

    Red right hand

    This whole sequence at the end of chapter one was great.

    Another great Kojima moment.

    I meant to save the video footage but completely forgot to hit the save video before putting the PS5 into rest mode. 😭

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  • Towards the Former Geophysics Research Lab

    Towards the Former Geophysics Research Lab

    After that first giant BT fight, which took me about five attempts to kill, the sun came out and showed off just how stunning this game looks.

  • Trying to listen to Supertramp albums on YouTube Music — some of my favourite ever albums — and half the songs are unavailable.

    Most likely this is down to some stupid fucking copyright issue that only occurs to certain songs or somet.

    You can see from the screenshots below that half the songs — arguably the best ones — are greyed out unavailable.

    This is why music streaming — aka renting — cannot be relied upon.

    Buy your favourite albums and keep the physical copies for yourself.

  • Wall of Photos

    Wall of Photos

    Setting off on the next chapter in the world of Death Stranding.

    It’s hard to find time in my day to day helping to raise a 2 year old and a 2 month old.

    But I’m sort of thinking that it will help me to take my time overall with the game. Really focus in on every delivery.

    Let’s get walking.

  • Facing the river

    Facing the river

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  • I just followed a link to a post on the bluesky website.

    It’s literally how twitter was, pre-nazi, except with a slightly different logo.

    Y’all are gonna fall for it all again aren’t you.

  • The Flies are re-grouping

    It’s warm.

    Really fecking warm.

    The kind of warm that when you take your t-shirt off, you get that really uncomfortable heat surrounding your head as you take the t-shirt off over your head.

    It’s also the kind of warmth that throws up the signs outside of every open window — “Flies, inside this way”.

    I managed to destroy the previous wave with one of those electrified tennis rackets that shock and kill the flies.

    Then the weather cooled.

    But now the heat has returned. And with it, the second battalion of airborne pests.

    So now I wander the halls* of my home like Negan, looking for fly skulls to bash in.

    So if you hear the sound of electric shocks and/or cupboards being hit with cheap plastic, don’t worry. It’s just me working the perimeter.

    Enjoy the weather.

  • Hmm. Seems that when my posts appear in fediverse, I am hit with that Ddos effect off all connected instances requesting my page at the same time.

    This may only be for posts with images attached so I’m going to try and switch to using a plugin to offload my media on to Digital Ocean spaces.

    Will report back.

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  • I need to rewatch The Prisoner. That was such a bloody great show.

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  • That’s what she said, Barclays.