Saturday, October 31, 2009

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-Dinner quote: "Voldelexauron"-

I had one night this week with 5 dreams that I remembered details from. At 90 minutes between dreams, that comes to over 7.5 hours of sleep. I think that means I either remembered every dream I had that night, or else I mistook one dream for several. I think the latter is probably more likely.

This link needs no explanation. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMznvnMw-ys

Reality check. Feel free to laugh uproariously at the pompous voiceover and/or the fact that they're selling a toy that would be wickedly awesome at, say, a $20 price point but is somewhat failtastic at the actual retail price.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

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-Twist-up crayon quote: "Hold crayon and twist clear bottom end clockwise to extend crayon. To retract, twist counterclockwise."-

I never realized, before I started writing down my dreams, how very many dreams I had about mundane things. In the case of this week, I had at least one dream about what I was doing over the weekend... but more on that below.

Approximately right after last week's post, I went down a rabbit hole. What I mean by this is that I decided I wanted to sit down and make a complete text-based game from scratch.

While it was an exhilarating experience, it also took me out for 3 solid days. By solid, I mean I stopped pretty much only to eat (and one of those days I forgot breakfast).

Oh, and in case you're curious, the game is about a diplomat on a space station. There are ~5 different endings, 4 of which result in the protagonist's death. Most of these death endings are far more entertaining than the real ending, though I guess that's the case for most games...

Reality check. Also, it contains a domesticated bat. Also, loads of bugs. But try it for yourself: http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=ee9dcfd6333256ebe62ea590dc5e5dbbe04e75f6e8ebb871

Sunday, October 18, 2009

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-Introvert quote: "Friends are like sunbeams / Bringing brightness to the world / And I sunburn fast."-

Had one night this week with an incredible 3 dreams remembered in detail. And once again, the secret was a glass of milk right before bed. The most interesting of the three dreams was probably the one about an office building I frequent, which is notorious for having a million second floors, each reached by a different set of stairs. Even in real life, there are really and truly places where if you go up the wrong set of stairs, you have to turn around and go downstairs, then go back upstairs again to get where you want to go. So anyway, when this building magically popped up with a courtyard in the middle (in my dream) I was not in the least surprised. The real building could very well have a courtyard that I don't know about.

I won't do a super-long post today, because frankly I'd rather be working on the text-based game I've sketched out. It will be about a space station, horror, diplomacy, and a domesticated bat. This is it, people.

That is, if I finish it. I often start these things with my head buzzing, only to get bored when the tedious bits start.

Reality check. And unlike the building in my dream, it will be fairly straightforward to navigate: clockwise or counterclockwise.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

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-StagsCon quote: "Sabine was here" (with a crown dotting the "i")-

No particular dreams that jump out at me from this week, except maybe the one where we were reenacting a gunfight while using partially smashed flip-flops as shields. It occurs to me that dreams are probably the inspiration for most modern art.

Yesterday, I went to StagsCon, which was awesome. Somebody from my fencing group was getting a Pelican, so that was pretty exciting. I also got to see a tushload of nobility from all across the Outlands, including HM Sabine, our current queen (HM Maelgwn III couldn't make it), their highnesses Bela and Ana, Caerthe's baroness Mary of Blackthorn, and the baroness's dog, Isabel.

But court was only a small part of the day; most of my time was spent in classes about marshaling rapier combat. A large part of this discussion centered around youth -- you know how parents can get when they start discussing safety vs. helicopter parenting vs. how to handle rapier authorization for minors. It turns out there are all sorts of icky legal traps to fall in, like giving first aid to a minor without first getting their parents' permission.

Fortunately, my group only gets the occasional minor (most of our recruitment base is from the local college where we practice), so I probably won't have to deal with too much of this. Funny how the most complicated parts of SCA come from the fact that we live in a modern world.

Reality check. Oh, and StagsCon met in the local college too, hence producing a discussion about school, hence producing the chalkboard graffiti quoted at the beginning of this post. HM Sabine has an amusing sense of humor. In one class, she had to keep leaving and coming back, causing us to all stand up until she either sat down or left, bringing the class to a screeching halt. Finally she got tired of this and came in with one hand over her face and the other frantically gesturing "Down!"

Saturday, October 3, 2009

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-Hudson quote: "In the drinking water."-

Mostly dreams about teaching, this week. Not terribly exciting, I know.

Who decided it was a good idea to take perfectly good water and mix in a powder, flavored like fruity cough medicine (except not so thick), leading to a brew so pungent that the smell lingers in any fridge unfortunate to sock away a pitcher?

Ah, Tang, Kool-Aid and your big sister Crystal Light (tapping the adult and female market that thinks Kool-Aid is disgusting but apparently secretly likes it), how I hate you.

Reality check. It's like the inventor was a B-list wizard, and the whole powder+water idea was his bad idea for a magic potion.