Something I forgot to mention yesterday was that our cautious lunch interrupter had purchased a Nintendo Switch 2 specifically for Pokopia. He said he was also goaded into buying it because he suspected RAM prices were gonna fuck him if he held off. Two things: one, I mean, system seller? Cozy system seller. I understand that it is at the nexus of several mechanical roads, executed by a trusted house with a freaky pedigree, and obviously people are fond of pocketable monsters, but a building game off the main series hitting like this? Yow. And two, having talks about RAM prices with the waiter at a bar is a communique from a dimension beyond reckoning. Just how badly have our masters fucked this up?
RAM prices should be the most inside baseball of inside baseball information. It should be contained wholly within all that yarn they got in there. I'm not sure I've ever had a conversation about fucking RAM with a stranger who didn't work at Fry's.
That's before we even start talking about Tariffs, too, which brings up Nintendo a second time because they're also trying to recoup. The last time I heard the word "tariff" was in high school. Now I gotta hear about tariffs all the fucking time. My literal state is suing the government over tariffs. I understand the geopolitical brinksmanship or whatever, I understand the theory, but you know people who have been made to suffer as a result of these mercurial edicts. You know people who have had to make gruesome calls because of utterly unpredictable conditions, because you know me.
I really can't stress this enough: when I was twenty or so, we really thought history was over.
(CW)TB out.
