Oh man, where to even start? That aurochs, right? Kind of garbage if you ask me. You know how everyone loses their minds over cave art, especially the stuff over around Montignac-Lascaux? Yeah, that’s the Magdalenian culture doing their thing. We’re talking modern humans 20,000 to 10,000 years ago scribbling away. Not saying Neanderthals weren’t scribbling too—those guys left some marks in Spain before they peaced out, like 40,000 years ago. But their stuff? Mostly handprints and dots. Not quite Picasso, huh?
I’m just babbling here off the top of my head—don’t bother fact-checking me, unless you’re into that sort of thing. Picture me in some kind of art critic beret, talking to you like that Hot Tub Time Machine movie, but, like, actually funny.
Speaking of now, Jon’s got his new shiny Switch 2 from Best Buy. It’s like escorted by digital knights or something, which is how I picture their delivery service. He’s been diving into Mario Kart World—a raceway of destruction courtesy of back-to-back red shells. Imagine Jon there, getting hit by shells like it’s his day job. Oddly soothing to think about.
Oh, and there’s a new Splatoon single player thing. Announced out of nowhere. Chaos ensues… or something like that.
We hit pause for a mental health breather—yeah, much needed—but then we’re back. Guillaume’s all about F-Zero GX, now chilling on the Switch 2 NSO Expansion Pack. He goes full-on passionate mode about it. I don’t get it; maybe I’m missing the murderous charm? Anyway, he’s also tearing through Valfaris, which sounds like a festival of big guns and bigger enemies.
Greg, on the other hand, is digging into the new patch for Splatoon 3 on Switch 2, blabbering about HDR pop and super-stable frame rates. They should pay me for this advertising spiel, seriously.
Meanwhile, I’m noodling around with Fantasy Life i: The Girl Who Steals Time on Switch 2. I’ve run into all sorts of time thieves in my life, but a kid? That’s a twist. Just started, so I’m still stuck in tutorial land. By next week, maybe I’ll have a better grasp—unless, you know, life throws a curveball.
Send over your prehistoric doodles if you’re feeling artsy. Because why not?
