This thing was in ???! I could know if I imagined it, but I think the first time it appeared, a flash revealed a green thing inside of it for a second? Again, no bombs, so I couldn't open it up, if that's how you're supposed to do it.
So, I ended up going back into the regular mines after all that, and actually made it to Holy Mountain on 3 hp! But after that I died in the next level like normal.
I started with a bomb wand as usual, then found another one right away near the entrance of the Mines. So, I decided to bomb some stuff I normally run past and discovered that there was an Outside part that I could get to with a little more bombing. So, there is in fact Outside both to the left (which is easy to get to) and to the right of the starting spot.
(I'm going to post this set in reverse chronological order for the benefit of those scrolling down.)
So, I ended up going back into the regular mines after all that, and actually made it to Holy Mountain on 3 hp! But after that I died in the next level like normal.
From my limited experience witnessing death by aging, the main cause seems to be that as all life processes become increasingly incapable of handling routine variation, the balancing act becomes increasingly delicate. So routines require steady tightening up. It’s like you’re entering a personal outer-space, requiring complex life support.
- Dropped off, picked up, dropped off. - Talked to a different realtor. - Transferred stuff to new phone. - Client B work. - Drove to some neighborhoods in Acton. - Interviewed with a startup. I think I spotted some red flags in the talk. - Set up a backup rental viewing. - Went to an open house.
When my mom was shopping churches, we went to a Korean church that was surprisingly depopulated. I think I was around ten or eleven at the time.
I found out that they had a schism over being loud about the gospel or something (I'm pretty sure I misunderstood), and a ton of people split to another church.
Hexagon Senior 1 minute ago Anyway, the service was short, and the kids just sat around until the adult service was over.
One of the kids put in Exodus's Fabulous Disaster tape. Which I totally didn't get at the time. But later realized that was the first thrash I had ever heard.
- Took the guy to the dentist. - Dropped off, picked up. - Once again, back to calling schools. - Did an interview. It was, again, actually kind of a relief against the backdrop of the stressful real estate tasks. If only you could do programming problems to land a decent house. - Client B work. - Real estate communication. - Went to the bank to do possibly the final condo finance task? - Contacted a bunch of possible backup apartments.
We felt relieved when we made the initial decision last night to back out of our offer, but then weirdly I felt bad about telling it to our agents today. Most of the day was really miserable because the guy had a nightmare around 3:30 AM, and I got him back to sleep by having him count backward from 300, but that same trick did not work for me. I was so pissed when I got to 1.
I had a few power naps, then had a bath, which seemed to revive me, but I don't want to be too revived so I can catch up on sleep.
- Dropped off, picked up, dropped off. - Drove, then sat in my car for two hours waiting for a chimneysweep to show up at a house so we could get an estimate. Estimate was ignored; turned out to be a waste of time. - Real estate stuff again.
And that's it. Outside of time with family and friends, it was really draining day, once again.
Lately, I've been watching the guy play Pikmin 3. Goddamn that's a perfect game. I tend to spend a lot of time with either older games or newer indie games, so I'm not used to that kind of polish. It's really emotionally intense for a seven-year-old, so it kind of makes it really emotionally intense for me. We actually did a run back in December, but had to quit because the guy found losing Pikmin too upsetting. We just started back up again this weekend, and I made a point of reminding him that each session in it can be redone, and he seems to be handling losses much better.
(I just made it sound like a really sad game, but it's actually filled with happy stuff.)
Katt and I have been playing Slay the Spire at least once a week for about two years now. We actually refer to it as "Game", as you may know.
Finally, because I need a deep escape because we've been dealing with tense real estate issues for two months now, I started playing Dark Souls again because I need to tie my brain up with the meticulous blocking of spear thrusts from armored skeletons.
- Starting reading Game Programming Patterns. I don't think I'm going to have a chance to go back to working on my game any time soon; I'm just reading it because it's comforting, counts as learning, and it's not related to buying or selling a home. - Client C work. I feel extra efficient! Or maybe programming just feels efficient compared to real estate garbage. - More arranging on my "Operational" piece. It might be close to done. - Cleaning. - Realtor communication. - Worked a bit on my "easier" podcast posting infrastructure. - Legal reading, lawyer communication.
Today was a better day than the last few, at least.
In my latest body irritation chronicle, I think I strained my gluteus minimus (the above-the-butt/below-the-back muscles) on my spontaneous bike ride Sunday. I think I'm OK now, but playing it safe and not running.
But it has allowed this work of literature to be generated:
While you were reading this, I farted.
Your first thought was that it was me, not her. You imagined a sun-drenched forest floor, and as your horrified gaze slowly swept downward, you realized that it was, indeed, me, and not her. Your thought was that she’s been gone for a while, and we were having a talk about farting.
You opened the window, smelled nothing, and closed it. You left the room, passed through the common room, a room that’s more bar than dormitory, and went to your own room to shower. You realized the room stank of cat piss, so you figured the cat hadn’t been fed all week. You walked back to the common room, and sat down. You read some papers, and went to bed.
You turned to sleep, and was woken by another fart. This one was a solid one, like someone had filled an entire roll of toilet paper, but much louder. You tried to ignore it, but finally snapped, “Look, some of us have to pee, okay?”
You don’t know who farted, but you know that, the next day, a whole bunch of people reported that the smell of pee came from their rooms. You’ve been enjoying this one over the past few days. You want to kill whoever caused it, but this is becoming a cliché. You guess that the culprit could be anyone, but your best guess is that the fart was made by a girl, or maybe a few girls.
Then, someone—a girl—opened the door to your room, let herself in, and closed the door. You turned over, went back to sleep.
Someone farts, someone pees, and someone opens the door.
Update: It sucked to feel sleepy and stressed out all day. It kind of reminded me of the beginning of the pandemic. Gotta sleep the hell out of the night tonight.
We watched about half of Star Wars today. The guy didn’t find it that compelling. The pace is somehow a lot slower than I remember. Maybe modern attention-exploiting film has ruined me?
The guy did say that he liked that it was “realistic” and that the sand people made interesting sounds.
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