Luci An Insanity

 Why I think Ben Tennyson has Autism (and ADHD) I've been watching Ben 10 since it came out in my country. I always enjoyed the series and the aliens and the way things developed.  I basically grew up along Ben. Now that I'm an adult and I can go back and pick him apart. So that's what I'm going to do.  Autism:   First I want to bring up that Ben seems to be obsessed with Sumo Slammers.  Of course, I don't think someone having an interest in collecting makes someone autistic. It's the amount of time and attention Ben gives it that makes me think he has autism.  He collects them, he plays the games, he watches the movies multiple times, he gets so into it that he neglects his relationships.  He obviously talks about it enough it's obvious to everyone around him that he loves Sumo Slammers. To the point his catch phrase "It's hero time!" is an adaptation of the catch phrase of his favorite character.  Other point is food. Of course his family mem...

So I started game developing some years ago now. I first tried Game Boy Studio, which is fucking awesome. It's pretty easy and it looks nice.  I never mastered it, but I find it charming with its many limits. It makes me think in ways I desperately need to think. All the things I feel like I need to learn are there.  Of course, I stopped doing games for a while. With uni and a big depressive state and a crisis that I still haven't gotten over. It's still quite difficult to sit down and actually do something.  My first "game" was just a character walking around and interacting with the walls. It's a good game. I like it a lot. I learned a lot from it. Mostly that I can actually do something, I can make a character move and interact.  I know it might seem like something so small and useless. But it's my first game and I love it.  The second one is a fan game of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives becoming a catboy.  The game I want to make is just a talki...

I just wanted to keep some of my thoughts about plants somewhere. Maybe a single post just to start on a big rant I have deep in my heart. Mostly because I love plants.  They are one of those things that you don't think about too much, but notice when they're gone.  I honestly didn't notice how many plants my life always had until moved and there were none.  My grandma had forget-me-nots and a big tree with a swing. I used to pass plenty of days at her house, and I used to sit in the backyard playing surrounded by beautiful bushes and pots and planted things. It was wonderful.  I miss when her house looked like that. I understand why they changed it. But there's always something nostalgic about forget-me-nots now. I look at them and I think of my grandma. About her walls covered in crawling vines. About hours in that swing. The flowers instructed me well.  My other grandma had herbs in her yard. So many of them. My family always used them for drinks. She still h...

So, I've been thinking a lot, about my projects, about my life.  And I realized I have a lot to say, a lot I want to keep somewhere. And not in the back of my notes app, but actually somewhere where I can feel I'm not just talking at the air.  And maybe this is the worst place, because nobody is here. But I wanted to have it somewhere where it can be found.  As much as I love the idea of the unknown artist that is only recognized in their death. I don't want to be them. I want to write it down. I want my words to be there when I'm there.  And I want to show people what I can do. I wanna be seen.