Icy lake.
Images of an icy lake have been added to the gallery.
A round up of the comments from Burninated.
Shaun: My iBook arrow keys work in flash. I didn’t have to do anything weird. Make sure you have the latest Flash, and maybe try unplugging your external mousey.
Berry: Keep trying! And if you’ve never seen it. Watch the original Trogdor in action. It’s inspiring.
Darren has the levels wrapped up but is lacking in points. Duane suggests stomping repeatedly without buninating and I suggest going into the cottages and stealing the gold. That’s where the points are baby! I got a new high score of 1350 on level 14. Beat that!
Incase you were wondering, the new Legend of Zelda: The Wind Walker is most definitely, all that. Also incase you were wondering where i’ve been all week, I’ve been playing the new Zelda, because as I’ve already noted. It is all that. It’s a nearly perfect game. Nothing is so hard that it makes you want to stop and look up how to do it. Neither is it so easy that it’s not a challenge. My biggest problem so far has been forgetting about items I have and trying to do it the hard way. Bit of advice. Once you get the Deku Leaf, use it! I’ve wandered all trying to figure out how to get somewhere. Then I finally remembered I can just float there.
On top of the thoroughly engaging main story line is a never ending supply of sub quests and mini games. So far I’ve:
Zelda: It’s an adventure-platformer-sailing-action-RPG. Whoot!
I hath burninated. And 1064 is my score, 11 were the levels traversed, and zero was the number of mans.
The Animatrix took a approximately four minutes to make it on my list of things to buy in June.
Rael wonders what the future will hold for the Tigres and Euphrates rivers.
Thing is, I don’t think much is going to change. The Mesopotamia area has been bounced between cultural-military power and wasteland more often than any other region. Which only makes sense given that it all started there and we know that it will play a pretty major roll in the end.
Beyond that I really don’t know what I think about it yet. I just keep hearing the B-52s singing over and over in my head. “There is one thing, that I do know. There’s a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia.” ( full lyrics )
I swear the guy doing the voice in Act Two of today’s This American Life, Episode 235 The Balloon Goes Up. Is the same guy who did the voice of “Combo” in Sega’s Jet Grind Radio. It’s doing weird things to my head.
The audio file should be up as soon as the show is over.
Well, Windows media player for OSX isn’t evil. It didn’t claim every media file on my computer as it’s own. It didn’t spawn small “helper” programs that want to fix all my problems for me. And frustratingly it didn’t even install a plug-in (the purpose of this whole adventure). It just sits there in the Applications folder with it’s shiny icon and plays Windows Media files when you tell it to.
Here’s Michael’s Video Postcard from NYC Since I didn’t have a plug-in, I had to look through the html code to find the actual file name to see the video.
Then I tried looking at it in Safari. Even though Safari didn’t have the plug-in, it found the embedded movie and found that Windows Media Player could play it and offered to open the movie in WMP for me. You just gotta love that.
Michael has just sent me a video postcard from Times Square which is forcing me to do something that i’ve been avoiding ever since I got this computer. I’m about to install Windows Media Player. And as a public warning “Windows Media Player, if you do something weird to my computer after Install you. I promise that I will like you even less!” There. That should keep it in line.
Asya Scheen has a collection of incredible, deverise, captivating and haunting pictures of herself at myownself.com
I'm Asya Schween. 22. Immersed in incarnadine-hued twilight of my mind. Alone. I read no poetry but mathematical manuscripts and the Holy Bible.
I'm a good girl. I will perish.
Ta-ta.
Lucid confusion has a great picture taken by a fire behavior analyst during a 2000 Montana wildfire.
Ryan - 16: Ryan is the next grandkid down from me age wise. He is know for is quotable lines. If he disagrees with you, “You are a lier and a deceiver.” If you kill him in Super Smash Brothers Melee, “You hurt me well, I’ll give you that.” In a game of twenty questions the item he was thinking of was the Koran. And the night before we left he organized an impromptu press conference among the cousins where he explained such mysteries as “Why Arizona Tea is available in Florida.” Ryan also wind surfs.
Cory - 13: Cory is a smart little kid. Smart enough to not do all the things he should do and smart enough to not get in trouble for all the things he does do. He set a Super Smash Brothers record with a score of negative 21. His item in twenty questions was the Holy Bible. Cory has been know to stick his hand in the innards of vending machines and trick them into thinking that he has already inserted money.
Christa - 11: Christa likes to hang out with my mom. She makes a mean sugar cookie. She likes driving grandma’s golf cart. And in most grandkid situations, Christa is “the girl”. She was refused access to Ryan’s press conference.
Myra - 3: Myra is very cute, very blonde and quite the little pistol. She follows my brother Pilgrim around like a puppy. She wants a picture of him to put on the fridge. She always refers to herself as “my” and she can fit her entire hand in her mouth. Myra’s name comes from Myron, her father’s first name that he doesn’t use.
We’re heading out now. Going north. Going to where it is cold and dry. 26 hours of the inside of a Toyota Sienna. I have 4 more tripping stories. I’ll finish writing them on the trip. I’m outtie.
Grandma lives in a small two bedroom house with three cats, three dogs and three fish in a Koi pond. The oldest cat, Misty Blue is sitting on my lap while I write this. Misty is a 14 year old persian blue who is getting very frail. So frail that she can’t take care of her massive hair so grandma has all of her hair cut very close except for her head and the tip of her tail. It makes her look silly, like a monkey. We call her the monkitty. She used to hate everyone you could never get close to her. But every time I sit down on this trip she starts vying for position with my laptop, purring away. The next cat is Sky. Sky is a short-haired tabby with seven toes on both his front paws. He is jittery around lots of people but likes a good petting if you can get him to hold still. He is very fast and muscular. He makes four foot jumps look like he is taking a step. Then there is Buttermilk. I don’t know anything about buttermilk. She is always moving. I’ve seen her in every room in the house, the window sills (both inside and out) and even the empty lot across the street. She is white.
I care about the cats. But there are dogs too. Grandma’s toy poodle, Le Toy Bear is her baby. Le Toy gets to go anywhere he wants. Rides in the car with grandma, and gets half and half for breakfast every morning. Spoiled. At least he isn’t super yappy like he used to be. The other two dogs are Doe, and Caleb. Being large dogs they live in back porch and yard. They used to have free reign of whole house like the other animals, but grandma can’t get around them as easy anymore. Doe is quite old and used to have a twin sister named Ray and Caleb is a german sheapardish mutt who is the outcast.
I don’t know anything about the three fish except that we are supposed to keep pool toys away from the fish pond. You see, chlorine kills the fishes. But put 8 grandkids in a small pool, five of which are boys whose favorite game is “bash the other guy in the head with the big bouncy inflatable ball” and you end up with the ball in the fish pond. At least a few times. Sorry grandma!
Critical Section: The Tyranny of Email Email is the basis of this article, but not really the main point.
This is something that I knew, but seeing it in writing makes it more tangible and it seems easier to deal with. I need to work on shielding my self from distractions around me. I often stay up later than I should just so I can work long enough to get things done. Even if it is just writing. I need to focus or I just don’t do anything. Interestingly though, once I do get spun up to working speed I can handle distractions and still keep working. But there are many days when I never get there. Today is one of those days. I think I just need to develop a morning routine to get myself going every day.
Twenty feet to my right is the pool. Thirty feet to my left is the bay. Everything here revolves around the water. We collected shark teeth on the beach yesterday. Today we went to the pier and watched people catch shrimp. They hang bright lanterns down over the water and just scoop the shrimp up with nets. Very cool. We still haven’t found Ann’s dolphins yet, but we will try to fix that today when we visit Sanibel Island if not we will at least get to meet Vixen when we go to Mote Marine Laboratory on tomorrow.
It is wet. Very wet. water hangs in the air like dust hangs in the air back home. We have to periodically dry off the floor. Water just appears everywhere. My hair is curly like I’m 19 again, Pilgrims hair is even bigger and Ann’s is all frizzy. Michael, Pilgrim and I lined up and held a survey today to figure out who has the best hair. The results so far are inconclusive except that Pilgrim is out of the running. He maintains that things would have been different if I grandma had been around to vote. I maintain that things would have been different if his hair didn’t stick straight out in every direction like some poor white man’s curl-less afro.
We are in Florida. Visiting family. We loaded up a van full of stuff, then we inserted six of us in the leftover crevices and drove for 27 hours straight. I had the 11:30pm — 5:00am driving shift. I also spent the greater part of breakfast incoherent. This is my first trip down since grandpa died and Ann’s first trip ever. Dad blogged the car ride and Michael has pictures.
I first played Cliff Johnson’s storytelling metapuzle game 3 in Three ten years ago when I got it in a Macintosh game compilation pack. I never finished it then. Possibly because I lacked the necessary lateral thinking or the patience, but probably just because I couldn’t spell anything when I was 12.
Saturday I learned that Cliff has made 3 in Three and a couple of his other classic games available for free download on his site. I’ve been throwing all of my free time at it ever since. I’m almost done. I’m on the last puzzle before the final set. I just have to get all of the members of the Letter Legislature in their correct seats. :)
3 in Three has many hours worth of some of the coolest numerical, word, spatial and pattern puzzles I’ve ever seen. Not half bad for a 14 year old game. Where else are you going to learn which 11 letter word has all 6 vowels, A E I O U and Y, in order?
If you have a Mac you must try this game out. It will work as long as your machine can display 256 colors and has at least 2mb of RAM. It runs great for me under OS X. Just set your display to 256 colors and you’re good to go.
Oh, and it seems Cliff’s games can be played on windows with some emulation help. For those of you less fortunate.