We are officially 2 hours into T.I.M.E. Stories.
Jen and I, who outside of a brief exploration of Role Playing Games as Thelonious the Monk in 2003, have never played any games so rich with plot and mystery. T.i.m.e. Stories (hereafter without the annoying periods of a weak backronym) has been extremely unique. The basic concept is this: You are something like a futuristic police officer who must travel to certain destinations in time to prevent Temporal Faults that ruin everybody’s fun. Each Time Story is one such mission.
The mission that comes with the box takes place in a psychiatric asylum (nice.) So far, the game play is fascinating and it’s been wonderfully immersive. The biggest complaints online were that for the cost ($50ish) you don’t get a lot of game play time. And since it’s a lot like a choose you’re own adventure book, once you know the plot line and the best path then you’ve pretty much exhausted the game – the first time through the game is the best time through the game. Replay is unexciting at best.
As we’re only about 2 hours into the game, I can’t speak yet to how many hours it will take to triumph – but at least so far it’s been a joy ride.
I smashed up my hand in a pretty gnarly way last week. My ring and pinky finger on my left hand got squeezed between a roller and a metal plate – Ouch. After some grimacing and furious first aid, I zipped over to a local clinic where I got some stitches and care.
The ring finger had a shallow laceration about 30mm in length. Four stitches fixed that one up. Those stitches come out late this week. Total recovery time is a few weeks.
The pinky… that one got gross. The nail pulled out from its root and there was a short laceration at the edge of the nailbed that the doctor opted not to stitch because of its location. It’s pretty gross, but luckily there’s nothing permanent. The finger tip looks kinda like what you’d expect a mushed pinky to look like. Recovery is a few months.
Fun vs Funk:
Fun – only that the injury wasn’t worse.
Funk – Mostly the whole thing. Especially that its my guitar fingering hand.
The other day I was casually considering where various mythical creatures would thrive in space. Here were some of those thoughts:
Werewolves – any moon of Jupiter: There’s almost guaranteed to be a full moon somewhere amongst those 67 orbiting bodies. It would be perpetual werewolf.
Vampire – the dark side of a planet tidally locked with its sun. Convenient but for the likely lack of food.
Zombies – As far as I can imagine, Zombies really have no limitations in space. Though I wonder if the cold of deep space would freeze their postmortem animation. Jen points out that the Reavers in Firefly were kinda like Zombies. Great point Jen!
Sirens – Space Sirens sound like they could make for an amazing sci-fi story, although probably more along the lines of Kirk’s star trek than Picard’s. I’m not sure how Space Sirens would work. A quick google search reveals that apparently there’s an adult video game called Space Sirens. Way to be innovated adult industry, way to be innovative.
Chupacabras – What with their dependency on goats and other livestock, I think these are fated to stay on Earth. Again, google returns results: a comical children’s play called The Secret of the Space Chupacabra!
And that’s about where the thought experiment ended. Like the Chupacabras, most other mythical monsters seem to be bound to Earth in one way or another: Loch ness – specific to that lake in Scotland. Mummies? Consistently Egypt. Headless horsemen? Sleepy Hollow in the 1800’s.
A fun topic of thought regardless.
Jen and I splurged and got a new television. LG OLED!
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! WHAT?!
It’s true. And exploring the UltraHD television/movies has been joyously relaxing. Here are some of our recent watches:
- Westworld – HBO: Pretty good! A little weird. Like, why the western theme? If I were to build one of these, I think I’d build something that had different genres in different sectors. Then again, perhaps there’s a SouthWorld and NorthWorld that have Sci-fi or Horror themes that we haven’t learned about yet. There’s potential here HBO. Strong Potential. Sometimes the show feels like an over ambitious blend of Firefly and Battlestar Galactica. Everyone’s wearing cowboy getup, but look out! there are probably cylons amongst us.
- Sneaky Pete – Amazon Prime: DAAAAANG. So good. Way better than I expected. I wasn’t a huge fan of Giovanni Ribisi, the lead actor, but now I consider myself converted. The acting is great and the storyline is rich. It has Bryan Cranston in it, so it’s probably not coincidental that the show has a strong Breaking Bad feel to it. Each episode feels like the characters keep adding Dominos to an already precariously long row of Dominos, eager to tumble. Two Mike D thumbs up.
- Zootopia – Netflix: Hilarious.
- Midnight special – HBO: Ehhhhhh, I was so excited for this movie! It seemed unique and different and mysterious. When it showed up on our HBO feed I begged Jen to add it to our watch list. But mostly it was just okay. It rides a fun concept, but wasn’t particularly riveting for me. Eh.
Any fun shows/movies you recommend we explore next?
Here is the convenience cooking button template for our Microwave
POPCORN: Yes. Definitely.
BEVERAGE: Soooooo useful! Cider, Coffee, Tea? Whatever your heart desires at perfectly hot but not scalding temperatures.
REHEAT: IDEAL LEFTOVERS TEMPERATURE ALMOST EVERY TIME. No more rough approximations that result in hot edges and cold centers. This button does it all.
POTATO: What? Who the heck cooks their potatoes in the microwave? Is this a thing? I’ve never done this. If you asked me for top ten microwave uses, I would never have thought to include heating a potato. Am I weird? Do most people microwave their potatoes? Are potatoes tricky to reheat? Does it require some sort of special microwave algorithm for optimum cookedness?
I have so many questions.
The long dreaded day has come when the clock of heredity has triumphed over my youth. My blood work came back from the labs and my cholesterol is (per the doctor) “very high”
Granted, I got my numbers during the holiday week where everyday I was chasing egg McMuffins with an eggnog latte and enjoying cheese plates as appetizers and bowls of ice cream for dessert. So there’s that.
Either way, I now embark on my first ever involuntary diet. It’s a weird diet too. Normally when people think diet they think “Lay off the carbs! Lay off the sugars! Go for pita bread with a diet soda for lunch!”
Nay Nay (watch me) my friends.
For me, this diet limits dairy luxuries. Cheese: No. Cream sauces: Nope. Foam-able latte milk: Nope.
All the creamy treats must go. Sadness.
Ahh! The elusive GlowForge for which I eagerly signed up for 14 months ago has been delayed again. Now we’re talking July of 2017. DANG IT.
Having experienced the joys of product development, I can understand the delays. I’m obviously disappointed – but that’s how complicated machines come together. I respect the optimism of the GlowForge team and will take the additional time before the arrival of the GlowForge to become a software expert. By the time this monster reaches our doorway, I intend to be able to take full advantage.
One of the first projects I want to complete is the cutting and construction of a briefcase. Perhaps I should learn some basic leather working skills now so that I can achieve lasery leathery greatness more quickly. Oh the things to learn!
In my youth, you couldn’t convince me to go anywhere near a plain doughnut. It was Boston Cream or Lemon filled Powdered doughnuts 100%. Munchkins from Dunkin’s were mostly disappointing because, with the exception of the Jelly which as a tenuous descendant of fruit always seemed too healthy to me, none of the selections had fillings, frostings, or sprinkles.
At some point in high school I swore off the filled doughnuts in some sort of doughnut coming of age – swearing my allegiance to glazed doughnuts for the next 10 years. Chocolate glazed opened the door to honey glazed which earned its respect as I began to drink coffee. But now even a subtle glaze is often too sweet.
I firmly reside in the plain doughnut era of my life.
What’s past the plain doughnut stage? Maybe the doughnut will remain the same but I’ll find myself eating them in rocking chairs. Perhaps on front porches accompanied by purposely bitter brews. Maybe I’ll find myself complaining more about kids as I eat my old fashioned doughnut.
Maybe those kids should turn down their music.
Maybe they should get the heck off my lawn.