Was up and down all night. The sun is rising. No use going back to bed now.
Wrote 45 pages on a new spec. Got it out of my system. Will go back to Narcosis now…or finish my Magnus outline.
I spoke with F.J. about Magnus yesterday and he seemed very excited about the pages I sent over. He had some pretty good ideas. Guess I’ll combine the both and pull together some form of quick pitch outline.
Or I may work on a video Game outline based on an old spec I was gonna write with Mark Haslett. We’ve chatted and think we may run the idea by Tiger Hill. I’ve written up the first act of the flick into video game level/cutscene form.
Couple of nights ago Mel, Dean and I were playing City of Heroes when Mel’s mom logged in. We invited her to the group and I traveled a couple of zones to escort her to us via a string of teleports. When we first got her there it was about the funniest thing that has happened in a few weeks. I’d teleported her across the world and we ran through the underpass which zoned us into Independence Port where Mel and Dean were waiting. Dean then teleported her to them at which time Mel’s Mom took off running right smack into a group of baddies. We were all typing STOP! STOP RUNNING! DON’T! Mel’s mother lived roughly 23.2 seconds.
After a quick trip to the hospital she was back with us and all was never quite well again. She kept us on our toes to say the least. Dean, Mel and I have our own way of doing things. There’s a method to our madness. Mel’s Mom has a method too. Rush in and attack with little or no preparation. Part of it is simply because she is used to playing at level 9 where the bad guys aren’t nearly as organized. The other part is that she’s new to MMORPHs.
It all worked out though. But how funny is it that we play City of Heroes with my wife’s mom? I say it worked out but that’s ignoring the fact that Dean’s laptop kept going Linkdead. Which is a problem since I retired Horseman.
I am now Blueduck.
Blueduck is a controller named after the Killer Injun from “Lonesome Dove” I use Ice and Force Fields. I cast Force Fields around my friends and cage my enemies in Ice. It’s nice to escape the world of healing. But the problem is that Blueduck has been much lower level than the rest of the group so either Dean or Mel have to sidekick me. That basically pulls me to their level. When Dean goes LD I suddenly become a level 12 in a level 25 zone. That pretty much translates to instant death.
This was never a problem when Dean had his Alienware but since it crashed and since he shipped it back to the bozos at Alienware for a fix he’s been stuck on the laptop. Two days ago I hounded him into buy the best piece of crap Best Buy had to offer. “It doesn’t need all the bells and whistles. It just needs to get you through the next three weeks until your Alienware shows up, then you can toss out the window or donate it to the public school system.”
I met him at the Best Buy where he made the purchase. We tooled back to our place while the Geek Squad upgraded the mem to a gig and shoved a 9800 into her guts. Two hours later it was back to Best Buy to pick up the best of the low end mass manufactured crap computers on the market.
In and out in one day. That was the key. Had he ordered another Alienware or switched to a Voodoo or Falcon then it would have been a month or two wait. This way you make the purchase and that night we’d be playing City again…without linkdeads. And that was the case.
Granted in the end they’d shoved the memory in wrong and he had to take it back to Best Buy to let one of the Geeks up there fix it but as of last night it seemed to be running fine.
Devin and I have been discussing the slim chance of going in on a dedicated server. My message boards have gone down a dozen times this month and Devin’s entire site is down at the moment. Is it worth slitting 100 buck a month for a stupid hobby website? Dunno. I sent Blake and Brenna an email. They share a server with one other user for their F13 site. Figured I’d get their thoughts on the matter.
The Neighborhood kids were kind enough to leave me a note outside. You’ll have to look closely at the bottom of the pic…on the sidewalk.
Or I’ll go close and flip it over.
Now ain’t that just the sweetest thang. And people complain about the kids today. I love’em. Want some candy little girl?
Speaking of little girls, Chris’s birthday is today.
Big party this weekend. I expect there to be an inflated bouncer and lots of beer. And knowing Dean, all the heroin you can eat. And strippers. Male, of course. But not gay. Bi. Dudes I went to college with.
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