Josh Call

@joshcall.bsky.social

English Prof. @GrandViewUniv Researching games, writing, and rhetoric. There will be food. Sweary Prof. He/Him. Lawful Good. Views are my own.

Recently learned that some of my close friends and colleagues refer to to the more recent God of War games as "Angry Josh Simulator" and that is both hilarious and the nicest things anyone has said in a while.

First day of discussion in my Good and Evil class focusing on apocalyptic fiction and we're starting with The Road. First comment from a student: "Man, fuck that little kid." It's going to be a good semester!

Back-to-school shooping for the kids and my wife- who is going back to pursue her graduate degree! This means pens and notebooks for everyone, a fancy new school bag for my wife, and a new hat for me. Let the semester begin!

Gearing up for a 20 credit semester. Just one syllabus left to finish, and then course portals to build. Still three weeks until the semester starts, but a mountain of other things to do before then.

Did I just order myself a new lightsaber? Yes. Why? Becasue I'm an adult with adult money, and the wishful, nostalgic, fantasies of a child. And becasue lightsabers are damn cool.

More and more I think about how the thing that kills so many youth activities is the absolutely terrible parents involved. Starting to see why my own parents were so angry and insisted on managing everything I did as a kid.

Taking my son on a five-day backpacking trek. Going to try for 50 miles by then end. Might just move into the woods forever and finally embrace my inner feral druid. Will likely be persuade out by a hot shower, and the promise of actuall (not freeze dried) food.

My honors students opted for a desert final this spring becasue the finals week scheudle made my usual cooking dinner option impossible. So, we're having cheesecakes, cookies, brownies, and charcuterie.

My body has waited until the last three weeks of the semester to fail me with sickness. Could also be becasue I spent the weekend outside in the cold and the wet.

One of the things I appreciate about the Band Director for my son's school is that they send out calenda details for a year in advance. So, I'm updating my calendar through next March. This is great for being prepared and not having conflicts, but it's also fucking with my sense of time.

Spring trap season is now in full swing, so my free time has completely vanished. The upside though is that I love being able to have this adventure with my son. I wouldn't trade the time for anything.

Spring is approaching. This means it's time to develp new hobbies that I'll never have time to fully pursue, but will enjoy knowing how to do. On this year's list, we're going to learn how to make homemade cheese.

Writing about necropolitics and cultural erasure in games and struggling to reign in my inner monologue about bad design in the process. The inabiltiy of games to deal with various cultural representations well is no accident- it's a feature of a system that profits from poor design decisions.

Prepping 30 lbs of bbq pork, 15lbs of bbq jackfruit, and assorted baked goods for our PRIDE fundrasier tomorrow. I love feeding people in general, but feeding people for a good cause is even better.