I’ve got as lot of things in the works right now, mostly in the planning stage. Some things I have a couple of quick sketches, some things just a note to self. The worst ones are those I just talk about. Someday I’m going to do something. Someday I’m not going to talk for my own edification. Someday I’m going to not say someday.
I think I use a desire for knowledge as an excuse to not do. Every time in my life I do things the right way I fail. Years ago I was all hardcore taking AP classes. I took physics, chemistry, calculus and studio art. Doubling down on that I also took the exams for composition and literature. The only class I even tried to do what the teacher told me was studio art. That exam was my only failure with a 2 out of 5. I quite honestly got the score I deserved. My portfolio was lacking in passion and technique. Later in life, my art got that something special. It got a flavor unique to itself. Still totally missing technique, May as well be a 5 year old painting with split pea soup.
Note in my majority, I get an idea. I have a burning bush of inspiration, and then I think. I say how. I say when. Creation can’t be held back my reality. Fuck that. I don’t fail at things I try, I only fail to try things. Worse case scenario is I kill some time, maybe toss away something that was already junked. Hell, I like breaking shit.
Totally getting this desk thing down
Three screws are in, holding two cases together. Have myself two more cuts in just-now-drilled metal. It’s because I’m a genius out some shit. While I’ve been taking pictures, I’m not posting any yet because I want to get my situated image handling done first. Of course that’ll be part of the new theme do maybe I should just hand edit them and work on automation layer.
Did some work last night
Feeling like ass, I had a canker sore that’s so fucking annoying I couldn’t eat let alone do shit. It’s gotten better, or more likely, I learned to ignore it already. As it is, I still worked on my desk for a solid half hour between doing off Shanna at a barbeque and the witching hour starting up. Using a framing hammer and a galvanized steel screw, I indented wherei was intending to drill and now I’m drilling the metal like tortured, screaming butter.
Next issue is I’m trying to figure out how to align the holes from one case to the next. I started clamping everything the cases together using a couple of cloud I had from silk screening, and a copy of “The Caves of Steel” as a spacer when needed. The paper template is too inaccurate given the irregular surface of the cases, so I’ll probably have to either mark through the holes or full in one shot.
Pounding Metal
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I start working on my project backlog, I need to pound some metal like I pound my beer. Fast, and as a necessity, never leave a wounded soldier. Semper Hacer!
But really, the other day the wif knocked the kittie off the couch, not realizing that he was going to fall into the “pile of death”. I’ve got more stripped parts than a Kardashian but at this stage they’re just as useless. I’m assuming that pounding a galvanized screw in will do the trick. Once you make one of these jokes, they just keep coming.
A General Progress Report of All Things Soon
Six Dollar Teddy has had no progress. I should do something about that. I surround myself with a lot of individual projects on paper, but when it comes down to it, there is done sort of holistic law that describes their relative order. Though 100% completion I’d never required, and in fact never defined well for my endeavors, preliminary work is almost a requirement in other projects to complete the current project. Long story short, I need to build my new desk before I even start on Teddy.
Beagle Bone Brain Box, I totally have primary shit to do in my to-do list. Again, build desk, organize workshop.
Website Realignment, this is something I doubt is even on my list. At least one a year I decide I don’t like my theme, and then I remember I don’t like building themes, I don’t like using other people’s themes and really is this theme so bad? It’s not, just seeing as how the content don’t match the drapes if you know what I mean. This means within the next year I’ll read every resource I have about the current state of html and css, cobble something together, religiously test it, find it fails miserably, kill it with fire, find an almost identical theme to the one you see right now, change some colours and add a header image.
Computer Desk is being a sheet metal dick. I just had teach dick to my cell phone. Dick dick dick dick dick dick dick dick. The still bid I had weren’t make a dent, let alone a whole hole. Got a bit designed for sheet metal, thing is still not drilling. Jokingly told the wife I should just get a torch and teach myself to weld, she was down. I love my wife. Later I told her I had an idea of just building myself a tool for punching holes in sheet metal. She was cool with that even sheet I mentioned I would do it by hand casting parts in scrap iron. Probably just going to use a hammer and nail. As much as I like fuego, and fuego is very sexy, the visceral feeling of pounding the every living fuck out of shit, while not paying one red cent is where I find my greatest satisfaction.
Beat State of Decay
…got some good hours into it, but still seems really short. I was thinking of picking up Breakdown, but that only adds some ancillary content, and more difficulties in a tiered fashion like Diablo. I want a bigger map, but with hill people, none if this military bs like in Lifeline.
I fired up Europa Univeralis, and if it wasn’t crashing on a regular basis, woulda had an awesome gaming weekend. Continuous crashes are a buzz kill. Especially when I extricate myself from an ally’s war with France, with me giving in a couple concessions just to get out of it, and then I crash before the next auto save. Did that 5 times…
No cats in Marshall
I’ve been paying State of Decay this weekend, and I’m becoming more enamored with it. Characters did and stay dead, the people you’re not at any given time seem to almost always be dicks. I’ve even gone so far as pay some characters a little hard just to watch them get ripped in two and never have to hear their stupid voice again. I still don’t understand how I’ve let Alan stay alive. I’d use that old bastard as zombie bait.
The ai definitely has some quirks, like how I help the besieged neighbours out of a jam multiple times and they never get the hint. Or my peeps have radios, but I can’t dial a buddy. Rusted out cars are immovable glacial boulders, picket fences are made of rebar and the rustling of bushes is silent while searching a bookshelf is like a dinner bell to zombie ears.
With that, here’s my real issue. Why are there no pets. I have no cat, dog houses with no dogs. I can’t change my clothes. Everyone is wearing mom jeans. Someday I need to make my own game.
Revengance
After recent failures, our space program stopped and began a much needed soul searching. We were losing Kerbalnauts; our research was stagnated; the people had lost their faith in the brave new Kerbin. It was by all accounts or darkest hour. For 24 hours we built no new rockets, we launched no new missions.
We failed. Not from a lack of effort, even walking to the nearest bat and writing on a cocktail napkin is effort. Not from a lack of courage, albeit liquid courage from said bar. Not from a lack of public spending, at said public bar. No, it was a lack of a soul that was the root of failure in our tree of woe.
There was no soul beneath the couch cushions. 17 socks found in the space-time wash, but no soul. We yelled ‘Marco’, but no souls replied ‘Polo’. We were as soulless as the demon eyes of the fast food mascot.
With our deficiency finally measured, quantitatively described, algebraicly proven, we had a solution. We fired up some James Brown. We strapped on more rockets. We added an antenna.
In our fear we were less than Kerbals. Now we were a bit more. We were too hot, too hot in the spaceship. Yeow!
Suck it astrophysics.
Tragedy on the Edge of Exploration
While the majority of the Kriminel Ink Space Center was busy determining what all has gone wrong on the 19th, one Kerbalnaut refused to accept the death of Jebediah. Bill Kerman, who want even certified to fly the carousel, coerced the ground crew to prep another launch and, before any one could find the interest in stopping his vainglorious crusade, launched to the Mun in the same model ship attached to the earlier tragedy. Upon realizing that he really had done this, and noting we had no way to arrest him for Grand Theft Rocket, all efforts by the local astrologer turned to following his progress. After reaching Libra velocity, he correctly angled his ship for a fast but respectable approach to the Mun. If anything, his transfer may have been a little aggressive after reaching the Taurus point, he had to burn to long to drop his velocity for capture. His jettisoning of his last external fuel tank while stl going well above 600m/s dull provided enough fuel to affect a landing, but that is where our visual tracking ended.
As he passed behind the Mun we realized that his lack off radio contact had nothing to do with stealth but the lack of an antenna. The engineer responsible for that oversight has been promoted due to his intense value as a scapegoat for senior management. We surmised that his landing was a success as land based telescopes were able to spot a flag he planted on the Munner surface. As far as his Lander goes there was no sign. Currently is believed he inevitably tried launching back to space and either ran out of fuel before reaching escape velocity, became disoriented and is traveling further from home and the law, or was sucked through a wormhole and will return someday a changed, even fey, Kerbal.
Jebediah Kerbal, thou shalt be avenged
Waiting for Shanna I did this. Once I run my numbers for a coefficient of gravity, I should be able to calculate my landing burn before I put another frowny face on the Mun.
In other news I totally just defeated the Enemy Unknown on normal mode. ‘Ice’, my Zambian sniper was a death machine. It was kinda a let down because after trying different compositions and tactics, it all came down to the Our Lady of the Fortuitous RNG, solid pulling and yelling ‘Boom! Headshot!’
Our it might be I’ve become a more conservative gamer in my dotage. Maybe getting burned by playing too aggressively in games like Europa Universalis and Banished has translated into a more mature thoughtful play style. Would I still be able to gleefully level as suicidal soul stoned Warlock in WoW? Could I make it past the 9th level in nethack more than once a year? Would I join a corporation and be a cog in the machines of war on a galactic level in Eve? I doubt it, I think found that comfortable place where I’m playing the right games. I no longer pay mmo’s so I no longer pay content designed for either a full team or a bad. I finally got tired of the easily exploitable rules in Civ 5 (though a lot of that was finally fixed in Brave New World). I rarely play first person shooters where is easier on my vertigo to run so fast that I can’t even see the ground anymore.
Every one in a while people will still me what kind of games I play and it’s always a difficult question. I go from being the president in Saints Row IV, to Scotland during the 100 year war, running my own space program and deciding to prove science to myself. I rescue the townsfolk from the zombie apocalypse, watch them one by one be consumed by starvation in my small settlement, or ransack their houses while they look on. I game, at things that are fun out challenging. The only limit I really put on myself is it has to be entertaining. I won’t make a weekly appointment to raid. I don’t buy stamina to smash sweets. I won’t read strategy guides or spoilers usually.