My very interesting day
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI did the reading for class tomorrow then tried to install computer games on the desktop computer. Actually read the licence on the game I first tried and it says one computer only. Don't know what would happen if I tried to use the key on two computers. Want the game to keep working. Gave up again and played on the netbook.
I'm playing Fate, because the free hours when I first got the netbook were interesting and I thought the pounds per hour cost had already been covered. You stop around dungeons and kill stuff. Then you kill a big boss, retire, pass your best magic item to a descendant, and stomp around killing stuff again. I am not yet tired of it. Stompy killing is working for me lately.
I think there are probably much much more interesting versions of this stomp and kill game. But I fear they'll make me travel sick like the Doctor Who games do. I keep trying to play those, because Doctor Who, but they keep making me feel very ill, because swoopy camera and changing points of view and urgh.
Fate just stomps around from a consistent angle, unless I fiddle with the wrong buttons, and I can live with that for much longer.
So, I retired a dude today and have another generation to start fishing for artefacts in lunch break at college tomorrow.
I could usefully be asleep already. But I realised I'd forgotten to eat. At all. So I ate soup.
I watched some TV while eating, as is my habit, but I've only got Doctor Who on the recorder box right now, so I started again at the start of the season. It's weird watching it right after the last episode. It's like on first viewing I was Amy but on second viewing I'm with River and want to slap him. Time traveller's eye view of the story. Neat writer trick.
Tomorrow we will spend four hours studying Goblin Market, a poem with irregular metre and rhyme that goes on about fruit and eating but tends to be read as being about sex, possibly because of mentioning sucking so much. Having read it I have no idea why that bit of it was in that Doctor Who episode. They don't exactly go together even if you turn one around and shake it. I think the poem is about drug addiction but what do I know, I only read it.
I really hope I get interested in something at college soon.
I'm playing Fate, because the free hours when I first got the netbook were interesting and I thought the pounds per hour cost had already been covered. You stop around dungeons and kill stuff. Then you kill a big boss, retire, pass your best magic item to a descendant, and stomp around killing stuff again. I am not yet tired of it. Stompy killing is working for me lately.
I think there are probably much much more interesting versions of this stomp and kill game. But I fear they'll make me travel sick like the Doctor Who games do. I keep trying to play those, because Doctor Who, but they keep making me feel very ill, because swoopy camera and changing points of view and urgh.
Fate just stomps around from a consistent angle, unless I fiddle with the wrong buttons, and I can live with that for much longer.
So, I retired a dude today and have another generation to start fishing for artefacts in lunch break at college tomorrow.
I could usefully be asleep already. But I realised I'd forgotten to eat. At all. So I ate soup.
I watched some TV while eating, as is my habit, but I've only got Doctor Who on the recorder box right now, so I started again at the start of the season. It's weird watching it right after the last episode. It's like on first viewing I was Amy but on second viewing I'm with River and want to slap him. Time traveller's eye view of the story. Neat writer trick.
Tomorrow we will spend four hours studying Goblin Market, a poem with irregular metre and rhyme that goes on about fruit and eating but tends to be read as being about sex, possibly because of mentioning sucking so much. Having read it I have no idea why that bit of it was in that Doctor Who episode. They don't exactly go together even if you turn one around and shake it. I think the poem is about drug addiction but what do I know, I only read it.
I really hope I get interested in something at college soon.