I was sick today which isn’t good, but it meant I could sit in a recliner all day and doze and play Anchorhead. Which I finished, so yay.
Love the understated way you mention that as an aside.
I mentioned this in the what’re you listening to thread, but I ran across a Hinder song recently that my da really liked when I was small, and it was a nice nostalgic listen. It also coincidentally fits one of my characters, Enoch, quite well- which made me kind of smile because Enoch (and most of my characters who are dads, really) shares a few traits with him.
There’s this one drabble I wrote recently for our Butterfly Court campaign, where Enoch is playfully teaching Andrey’s adopted daughter, Aurora, how to dance the waltz, and she’s like, standing on top of his feet as he goes through the motions.
That’s something I did with my da, when I was a little kittycrumb, and I remember laughing hysterically at the dissonance of us dancing to like, whatever his mixtapes spat up contrasted to the seriousness with which he undertook the movements- and sometimes if I laughed until I couldn’t catch my breath anymore or stand up properly because of the giggles, he’d scoop me up like you pick up a cat (a bit like holding onto a subway sandwich with both hands, if that helps you visualize) and then give me a kiss on the top of my head and that’d be the end of the lessons. I never did learn how to dance, but that was a really lovely memory that bubbled to mind with the Hinder song.
Been pretty busy to be able to work on anything lately but… I have a working demo for the SpringThing ()!!
Also heard from a friend that kinda went MIA for a few months. I was getting really worried about them, but I ended up getting some news today that they are ok
And I got myself some fancy chocolates and apple cookies for tomorrow. Good good good
Well, it’s looking like I may not finish my Spring Thing game in time this year, but the silver lining is that the lifted pressure of working on it has now taken a weight off my chest.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to release it sometime this summer! :^D
I keep opening my game up, only to remember that there’s nothing I want to change about it. It’s just habit. This is my general dislike of writing fiction, taken to a ridiculous extreme: it’s too open, and there’s too much of it. It is hard to say with certainty that it is complete. Some problem or incompleteness could slip through.
I think I was drawn to (my kind of) poetry because it has distinct edges.
Oh, where was I? This particular instance of opening my game was occasioned by a cat stake-out I am having. It’s a long story, but we’ve been feeding some stray cats. At least one of them is related to two of our own inside cats, and we sometimes think one of our cats (Moxie) has escaped when we see them. We call them “daddy” or “sister” or “aunt sister” because we aren’t sure what the relation is.
Anyway, they are a black locket cat, and they have a friend named Carrots, who is an orange tabby. We may adopt Carrots and Aunt Sister, so I’m sitting out here on the patio with a plate of food. I’m just trying to get to know them. Right now, I can see Aunt Sister and Uncle Tux, a–you guessed it–tuxedo cat out front.
I’m replaying some good choice games on my laptop, and the weather is pleasant. 72F right now. Pretty good!
At this point, you might want to just give yourself the luxury of 6 more months of polish and enter it in IFComp possibly?
That sounds like a better idea.
Might make that a plan, thanks!
I’ve been collecting some sleepy kitten reaction images to send Manon when she heads off to bed and added a bunch more to my collection recently, which I’m very happy about. Here’s one:
me
There was a sale, so I got a little white cream cake with rainbow confetti and a box of cheesy pizzabreads. Some girl said that she loved my nails in the bathroom and a boy told me to ‘have a good day’ while holding the door open for me.
I was wondering why my eye stung a bit (you’d think at this point I’d be used to it) but it’s because I actually blew out a pretty large cluster of blood vessels in my eye while crying so hard yesterday in therapy. Mystery solved! I’m very relieved it isn’t anything more mysterious- subconjunctival hemorrhages look scary, but they are normal for me and heal fairly quickly because of their location- they don’t hurt as bad as some other hemorrhages, sort of like if your face is all grubby and your eyelids get grease into them, or if you rubbed sand into your eyes: quite a mild pain compared to other hemorrhage types. The more annoying bit is that the eye keeps watering up from the pain, so my typing might be a bit clumsy, but it’ll be gone soon. Couple days to two weeks is the usual timeline for their healing.
I wrote oodles in my diary today, and I had fun in the voice call with the Goncharov girlies the other night- Manon sounds oddly like what my default woman’s voice is when I’m reading novels, but with a very cute, light French accent. It was nice chatting to the girls, and interesting to learn about some of the cultural differences between a Canadian context and Europe, like, their mailing address, restaurant shenanigans, and different types of wildlife.
I sat down on the kitchen floor and played with our cat Minoes for half an hour.
She’s well fed and cared for, she gets good-morning pats and rubs, and she’s welcome to lie on our laps when we’re in the sofa. Sometimes it’s nice to do that little bit extra though. Lie down on the floor with her and devote some quality play-fighting and cuddling time just to her.
She loves alternating pawing and kicking at my face and arms with leaning in and rubbing the side of her head against my forehead, and I love switching off all analytic modules of my brain and just go with the animalistic fun.
And now I have a scratch on the side of my nose, right under my left nostril. That’ll teach me.
I can’t remember the last time I saw it, but that used to be such a staple. People’d just volunteer “They were driving a '72 Mustang” or something – no establishment that this someone who works in the auto industry or in some relevant adjacent area – and every time it’d seem outright bizarre to me that this was being presented as some everyone-knows thing.
Finished up my silly little kitty tasks of the day, and have spent some time playing around with a website I forgot about for awhile there- I like making character outfits with it, and this Saturday the Goncharov girlies are dragging our little meowmeow characters to a fancy party, so I figured I’d put together Andrey and Aurora’s outfits:
It was definitely a guy thing in certain circles when/where I grew up. At a certain age (younger than when you could drive) there was a certain point of pride in being able to identify any car that you saw. And some people never quit doing it.
I mean, I’m not even one of those people and I was still kind of tempted to reply with, “wait, weren’t Mustangs the same model from like '68 to '74 or something?” so it was pretty widespread in some times and places.
Was playing with Twine today. Had a fun idea of making some small tie-in twine projects that would get packaged in as feelies with a bigger Inform game, the twine games acting as various password protected files found on your missing partner’s laptop at the outset of the narrative. As you learn more in the main game, you can use that knowledge to access some of these files, which in turn give valuable insight into the main Inform game. Really enjoying how the idea is shaking out and really like the idea of combining both UIs in this fashion.
I have become SO far behind on the positive things thread. I guess I’ll just have to jump back in.
I had to pick my wife up after school today. On the way home we stopped a cajun restaurant and shared a pound of spicy boiled shrimp. It came with boiled corn and hush puppies. All spicy! Yum
We topped it off with a brownie and ice cream!!!
We rarely get a date out even an impromptu one.
Great day!
I love giving myself little festive ‘Christmas’ nails- a sparkly red base, iridescent glitter in a pink tinted topper, and a glossy clear topcoat on top. I haven’t bothered to use the glossy top coat on my nails for awhile now- I forget what a huge difference it makes in making your nails really gleam.
Also found and washed up a nice cool rock to gift to somemeowdy this summer, it’s a chunk of pink granite with some cool colour and texture play if you rotate it around. I’ll let him decide if he wants to clearcoat it to get that permanently wet glossy look or not once he gets his hands on it.