Over the weekend, we had a bit of a family gathering. Sasha took it upon herself to hand out refeshments, in the form of her brightly-colored plastic stacking cups. Let it be noted for the record that she has, in the past, required these selfsame cups to be worn as hats. On this particular occasion, her grandfather took it upon himself to go with the hat usage and not the cup usage for the toy.
Little Sasha, though, grew angry. She shook her tiny fist at him, and full of rage, she cried, "It's not a hat, you fool!"
Well, not only didI fix commenting, but it looks like I've fixed moblogging, too! Go me! And none of it as hard as I'd thought.
I'm using Flickr for moblogging now, and it's a pretty easy setup. Let me know if there are any complaints on the now-larger pictures. :)
Some of you have been wondering, if not clothing, what I might like as gifts in the coming holiday season. Here is a by-no-means-comprehensive selection.
Hardware: Eyetoy Play 2 for PS2. This could be for me or for Sasha, actually.
PS2 Games: Ico; Shadow of the Colossus; Indigo Prophecy
Nintendo DS Games: Trauma Knife; Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney; Mario Kart.
Books: Theory of Fun for Game Design, by Raph Koster; Rules of Play : Game Design Fundamentals by Katie Salen and Eric Zimmerman; Free Prize Inside, by Seth Godin.
There are probably also some non-game-related things I want, but I probably don't want them nearly as much. :)
...were broken, but they might be fixed now. Let me know if anything is still broken or bewildering by sending email to me spelled "Andrhia" at a certain Google email provider.
Some time ago, our back-yard neighbors undertook a singularly poorly thought-out home improvement plan. First they knocked down our privacy fence, so I could have a prime view of the proceedings from my office window. Then they took all of the bricks from their 'patio,' an entity that had until then occupied the entire yard, and created a large pile of bricks in one corner. Then there were mysterious proceedings involving a very small but vociferous piece of earth-moving machinery, which had no net effect to the visible eye. And last but by no means least, the house itself was stripped of siding and insulation from about the middle of the first-floor windows down, with no replacement.
This transformative process began nearly a year and a half ago and was completed by early in the spring. Since then, the house has squatted there, looking like nothing so much as an irritable and rather large old man dressed only in an undershirt and his tightie whities. Weeks passed, and this metaphor worked its way progressivley deeper into my psyche.
Today, presumably because of the menacing onset of winter, this process of home improvement resumed. Over the course of the day, more layers of white siding have peeled away, with all of the, shall we say, unsettling accompanying imagery in my personal subconscious.
I just wish, after all of this, that I had some small degree of confidence that that the project would actually be completed sometime before next summer.