It only took a year after we recorded a Diablo-based episode of Retronauts and everyone seemed convinced that a sequel was due any moment now, but Blizzard has finally announced that Diablo III is in the works. This is very exciting! Or it would be, if I’d ever played Diablo — which, you’ll be sad to know, is a shortcoming I still haven’t rectified since we recorded that podcast. I feel sort of left out of the excitement, to be honest. Looks like we have a Fun Club RPG selection for August, wot?
What does make me happy is that I’ve managed to stick to that exercise plan I kicked off last week. Twelve days in a row I’ve forced myself to climb on that torture device and pedal like mad, to the point that I’ve even developed a Stockholm Syndrome relationship with it. I actually look forward to getting home from work and abusing myself for half an hour or so. It’s the sole highlight of my day. I can’t control the fact that I’m selling off just about everything I own so my girlfriend and I can afford food while she’s looking for work, and I can’t control the fact that I’m superfluous at work, but by god I can make myself sweat profusely for thirty minutes. I don’t feel like I’m much healthier just yet, but at least the endorphin rush offers me a brief respite from the drudgery of existence. So that’s good, in a futile sort of way.