David Smit
@dsmit.bsky.social
Co-founder of Agency games
20+ years in the game industry
Art, creative, bit of business and happy codebase wrecker to get what I want.
20+ years in the game industry
Art, creative, bit of business and happy codebase wrecker to get what I want.
Ginger power! (Apparently)
January 5, 2026 at 2:23 PM
Ginger power! (Apparently)
Time to pack up and leave my own destruction on this beautiful island behind and contemplate if there isn’t a version that doesn’t requires me to sit on that flattened soufflé.
December 29, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Time to pack up and leave my own destruction on this beautiful island behind and contemplate if there isn’t a version that doesn’t requires me to sit on that flattened soufflé.
Tourism is the only industry that consumes its own product until there’s nothing left but a postcard of what used to be there.
December 29, 2025 at 2:38 PM
Tourism is the only industry that consumes its own product until there’s nothing left but a postcard of what used to be there.
It turns out that "culture" is a lot like a delicate soufflé: it looks lovely until ten thousand people sit on it to take a selfie.
December 29, 2025 at 2:38 PM
It turns out that "culture" is a lot like a delicate soufflé: it looks lovely until ten thousand people sit on it to take a selfie.
Only to find each other, holding the same coffee cup, staring at a local culture that has been effectively turned into a caricature of its most postable aspects.
December 29, 2025 at 2:38 PM
Only to find each other, holding the same coffee cup, staring at a local culture that has been effectively turned into a caricature of its most postable aspects.
But we’re an intertwined ball of string. One "inspirational" post creates an avalanche. Thousands of us descend on a village to "find ourselves"
December 29, 2025 at 2:38 PM
But we’re an intertwined ball of string. One "inspirational" post creates an avalanche. Thousands of us descend on a village to "find ourselves"
Old school! That’s how I used to change Quake textures 😅
Ugh I am old.
Ugh I am old.
December 28, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Old school! That’s how I used to change Quake textures 😅
Ugh I am old.
Ugh I am old.
Oh it’s really lovely! Weather is sunny, with still enough sun to require sun screen, but fresh air (my ideal). It’s not too packed with people, and the whole island is stunning.
If I’d make changes I would have spend less time in the towns and more in nature!
If I’d make changes I would have spend less time in the towns and more in nature!
December 28, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Oh it’s really lovely! Weather is sunny, with still enough sun to require sun screen, but fresh air (my ideal). It’s not too packed with people, and the whole island is stunning.
If I’d make changes I would have spend less time in the towns and more in nature!
If I’d make changes I would have spend less time in the towns and more in nature!
I should have probably added photos? Because that seems to be the post thing to do?
Taking photos of food makes me feel queezy
Taking photos of food makes me feel queezy
December 26, 2025 at 3:15 PM
I should have probably added photos? Because that seems to be the post thing to do?
Taking photos of food makes me feel queezy
Taking photos of food makes me feel queezy
Verdict: A highly successful spontaneous Christmas dinner. I left feeling heavy, slightly smoked, and only moderately guilty about the mileage of my food.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Verdict: A highly successful spontaneous Christmas dinner. I left feeling heavy, slightly smoked, and only moderately guilty about the mileage of my food.
However, the dessert was so sweet and so persuasive that I ignored my biology entirely and ate the whole thing.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
However, the dessert was so sweet and so persuasive that I ignored my biology entirely and ate the whole thing.
For dessert, after refusing one, I was inevitably presented with a semolina puree with cinnamon and nuts on the house. By this point, my stomach had already filed a formal protest and was beginning to look for the nearest exit.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
For dessert, after refusing one, I was inevitably presented with a semolina puree with cinnamon and nuts on the house. By this point, my stomach had already filed a formal protest and was beginning to look for the nearest exit.
This was the 1,001st way. It was tender, juicy, and spectacularly un-mediocre. The accompanying vegetables were a trifle salty. As if the chef had a brief, passionate argument with a salt shaker and lost. But they were still undeniably delicious. And in combination with the rest perfectly lovely.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
This was the 1,001st way. It was tender, juicy, and spectacularly un-mediocre. The accompanying vegetables were a trifle salty. As if the chef had a brief, passionate argument with a salt shaker and lost. But they were still undeniably delicious. And in combination with the rest perfectly lovely.
The Main Event
The main course was a lamb shank. Now, it is a well-known fact across the planet that there are 1,001 ways to cook lamb, and approximately 1,000 of them result in something resembling a damp woolly jumper.
The main course was a lamb shank. Now, it is a well-known fact across the planet that there are 1,001 ways to cook lamb, and approximately 1,000 of them result in something resembling a damp woolly jumper.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
The Main Event
The main course was a lamb shank. Now, it is a well-known fact across the planet that there are 1,001 ways to cook lamb, and approximately 1,000 of them result in something resembling a damp woolly jumper.
The main course was a lamb shank. Now, it is a well-known fact across the planet that there are 1,001 ways to cook lamb, and approximately 1,000 of them result in something resembling a damp woolly jumper.
It forces you to decide exactly how many "shits" you are prepared to give about the logistics of your dinner. I opted for the local option, mostly to avoid being judged by a parsnip that had traveled more than I did to get to the table.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
It forces you to decide exactly how many "shits" you are prepared to give about the logistics of your dinner. I opted for the local option, mostly to avoid being judged by a parsnip that had traveled more than I did to get to the table.
This presents a moral quandary. You find yourself staring at a dish, thinking, "Do I really want the 150km chicken? Am I prepared to live with the carbon footprint of a bird that has seen more of the countryside than I have this year?"
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
This presents a moral quandary. You find yourself staring at a dish, thinking, "Do I really want the 150km chicken? Am I prepared to live with the carbon footprint of a bird that has seen more of the countryside than I have this year?"
The Guilt of the Traveling Carrot
The menu operates on a system of radical transparency that is both admirable and deeply stressful. Next to every dish is a measurement of exactly how many kilometers the ingredients traveled to reach your face.
The menu operates on a system of radical transparency that is both admirable and deeply stressful. Next to every dish is a measurement of exactly how many kilometers the ingredients traveled to reach your face.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
The Guilt of the Traveling Carrot
The menu operates on a system of radical transparency that is both admirable and deeply stressful. Next to every dish is a measurement of exactly how many kilometers the ingredients traveled to reach your face.
The menu operates on a system of radical transparency that is both admirable and deeply stressful. Next to every dish is a measurement of exactly how many kilometers the ingredients traveled to reach your face.
This was followed by bread and oil. The bread was soft, the oil was smooth, and the flavour was… thyme. In fact, everything tasted of thyme. I am reasonably certain that if I had bitten my own arm at that moment, it would have had a distinct, smokey herbal finish.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
This was followed by bread and oil. The bread was soft, the oil was smooth, and the flavour was… thyme. In fact, everything tasted of thyme. I am reasonably certain that if I had bitten my own arm at that moment, it would have had a distinct, smokey herbal finish.
They began by providing a small, complimentary soup. It was a lovely gesture, the sort of thing that makes you instantly like the waiter, like it was their choice to provide you with this free gift.
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
They began by providing a small, complimentary soup. It was a lovely gesture, the sort of thing that makes you instantly like the waiter, like it was their choice to provide you with this free gift.
The Thyme Continuum
The first thing one notices is the smell. It is not a subtle smell. One of their signature dishes involves smoking meat directly at the table, which results in the entire room being plunged into a thick, pleasant, but undeniable cloud of "Nice Burnt Thyme."
The first thing one notices is the smell. It is not a subtle smell. One of their signature dishes involves smoking meat directly at the table, which results in the entire room being plunged into a thick, pleasant, but undeniable cloud of "Nice Burnt Thyme."
December 26, 2025 at 3:10 PM
The Thyme Continuum
The first thing one notices is the smell. It is not a subtle smell. One of their signature dishes involves smoking meat directly at the table, which results in the entire room being plunged into a thick, pleasant, but undeniable cloud of "Nice Burnt Thyme."
The first thing one notices is the smell. It is not a subtle smell. One of their signature dishes involves smoking meat directly at the table, which results in the entire room being plunged into a thick, pleasant, but undeniable cloud of "Nice Burnt Thyme."