Conversations in a few places (including, surprisingly, with my hairdresser) ended up piquing my interest in catching up with Rockstar's open-world games, and (due to yesterday's laser hair removal and today's indoor construction) I couldn't go anywhere or do any of my usual stuff today, so while camped out in the living room today I grabbed my Steam Deck and played some Grand Theft Auto V for the first time since I abandoned any personal investment in its rivalry with Saints Row. I enjoyed my time with it quite a bit, despite the cynical shit humor plastered all over its world; it's very very pretty and filled with great music and fun activities, a space engineered to be satisfying to pick up and mess around in.
One thing that bothers me: so far, the only scraps of positive interaction between characters has been them insecurely riffing against each other (and maybe that's the point of this, as a profile and caricature of modern American crime stories); I've heard there's far more love to be found among the characters in RDR2, the transition between this and that is going to be intense
