InsaneJournal

Bah Humbug
The heck with all these newfangled games! Why, in my day, we only had text and sixteen colours! That's right!

So, I've been playing around with a couple of emulator-type dealies so I can get me some good old fashioned Infocom lovin'. That's right. Of course, all those years playing DragonRealms has me frequently typing in stuff like "sigh" and "roll eyes" and having the parser get all pissy at me, but whatever, right? (Sadly, Mr Parser does not recognize commands like: stabbity <target>, the bastard.)

As much as I'd like to blow $50 on a permanent account at IJ, I just can't justify it. I also can't justify $20 over at Something Awful to get an account and access to archive threads, so I guess I'll just have to content myself with non-archived Let's Play threads. *sobs* Still, I'm having a serious craving to reinstall Tropico and the expak, and maybe certain Myst games. There's just something about wandering around in the D'ni city that's... magical.

Writing, you say? Don't be silly! I'm too busy surfing my brains out. Though, I did get a Nimby request, so I may just go do that soon, as I get the feeling the Let's Play cornucopia is about to tap out. (Okay, fine, I do have a number of chapters/stories in progress, but those are top secret still.)

Meanwhile, we've been beadily eyeing the calendar, waiting for the 26th to arrive so we can get those permanent caps in place. While not sick of yogurt, I would like to be able to eat actual food. You know, like steak, damn it!!!! Or that chicken John used to make and gave me a recipe for ages and ages ago, not that I cook, because I can't cook, but that's part of why I married someone who can, right?

Tried (very carefully) one bite of a blue raspberry Twizzler from the fruity rainbow pack and hated it. Almost no flavor, they're limp and hard to manage, and they leave a nasty aftertaste. It's like flavored coffee, you know? The smell is fabulous, but the taste? Blech. Except, the smell of the fruity rainbow pack is like someone dumped several gallons of Kool-Aid on the floor, which brings back not-so-fond memories of Jim Jones.

Having said all that, I really don't have anything of interest to say, do I. Bwuahahahaha!