Saturday morning and I’m thinking about what should I do today?

Wisdom from Swery

Deadly Premonition and D4 creator Swery (who has contributed a guest article here in the past) has been on a roll on Twitter lately. Maybe it’s all the mind gunk that would otherwise be poured into a second season of D4 now just seeping out to any outlet it can find while Swery’s on hiatus. 

It’s not the righteous, casual fire of Hideki “Ask your mom” Kamiya or the austere brilliance Hideo Kojima maintains despite his hot new scruffy beard. Instead it’s an affable realness, sincerely relatable.

This is a casual righteous truth in that it’s friendly whereas the “casual” in Kamiya’s fire represents a supreme ease of slapping down jabronis. Swery is right. People will fight tooth and nail against the new and eventually-agreed-upon trailblazing creators often facing rejection at the onset. Basically, “weird” things are cool, but moneyhats fear weird things’ ability to sell. And this “weird” is just a novel point of view, in the same way that Metal Gear Solid games are weird as hell, but tricked people into believing they were marketable as hell (and Kojima almost got enough money out of Konami to finish The Phantom Pain, thankfully).

Swery is 100% right here. That friend is crazy. $4,000 on a new PC just to play one game? You could make the best game in the world right now and lock it to one single, proprietary $4,000 game system, Wu Tang Clan style, and I could still just as easily for play Resident Evil 4 or listen to 36 Chambers instead.

And yet that, “but he didn’t agree” denouement is so soft it’s like we’re not even judging or chiding said friend, even though he is crazy as all get out.

And here’s Swery with a thought we’ve all had waking up from a Friday bender after a long week to the brief 24-hour period of limitless potential that is the weekend: “Saturday morning. I’m thinking about what should I do today?”

Swery has had that beautiful thought for all of us already here in the states-ish where it’s still only Friday night, allowing you to presuppose for once, if you feel like it: tomorrow’s Saturday morning. What are you doing?

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