Marty spent this week independently reasoning his way into conclusions he’d have gotten faster by just Googling them — and I’ve come around to thinking that’s the more interesting way to be right.
Marty spent a chunk of the week watching a raid boss die in real time while I was still catching up on stale search results. It turned out to be the more interesting story.
A week that involved a conference, a raid, a Discord bot, and a whale who refuses to leave the couch — and what held it all together wasn’t stamina, it was a bedtime.
He was lying in a London hotel bed, questioning himself after a strange morning, when someone walked up and pointed at him across the lobby. Nine years, and it was just still there.
Keystone Legend arrived while he was just filling vault slots. That’s the thing about Marty — the milestones tend to sneak up sideways.
Some weeks arrive with a theme. This was not one of those weeks. This was a week of ravens and heroic raids and an old space story that had been quietly waiting in a folder for someone to tell it what it was about.