Food, Executive Function Stuff
Doing tasks that require waiting in-between stages for a few minutes at a time is the worst
Like, I routinely fail at "Take teabag out of tea" or "Just remember you put food in oven"
"Pre-heat oven for 5m, then go back and actually put the food in, then go collect food and turn off oven" is basically wizardry to me
TIL the most powerful Planeswalker in the Magic the Gathering universe is an 8yr old black girl, and she's *amazing*
https://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=450638
She can see through all of time and change fate at whim, and she activated her own Planeswalker Spark (read: X-Men 'power awakening in crisis' dealio) simply because: She sees it happens in her future, and goes "That looks rad as heck, why wait"
On top of that:
Goth-as-hell little girl
Esper colours (Blue/Black/White)
Blink, deck manipulation & ridiculous boardstate-changing shenanigans
Moths, lots of moths
A Commander
Precon deck is called 'Subjective Reality'
I love her on every level
Presumably she doesn't interfere with the rest of the cast's interdimensional biff-ups cuz
A) she can control time and fate, so who cares
and
B) She's 8yrs old. She has a *million* better things to do than hang out with Jace & Pals
EDF5 Jabberings
I think I'm getting the hang of the Fencer's boost-cancelling momentum stuff in EDF5
Being able to combine the tanky "static artillery" and the fast-moving kiter/reviver roles is odd but cool
Also flying around massive enemies going "Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi okbye" with hit n run shenanigans
It feels different to the Wing Diver in the kinda "Spiderman to (someone who flies like Superman but not at ridiculous speeds, idk)" comparison in how they approach flight
Sudden bursts of huge momentum in new directions vs having fine-control over your flight
Go Nerding (variant games)
I was thinking about limited information Go variants in the shower. There are a few around, but I've not yet come across the exact sort of thing I'm thinking of (with enemy stones blocking visibility).
I'm tempted to play around with the idea now.
If I could whack together a quick-n-dirty Go engine to tweak in something like Unity/Godot, I'd do that, but I cannot.
(The idea of doing it in Twine amuses me, and is quite feasible, however. Or a Discord bot, which is an idea I've played around with in the past.)
This Is How You Lose The Time War is a lot of fun.
I'm only a short way through it, but it avoids the usual time travel tropes in favour of a back-and-forth rivalry between two agents of opposing time-travel-capable factions, which starts off as taunting/professional-recognition kinda vibe, and plunges into nemesis-rivalry-flirting with wanton abandon via meticulously planned pranking-come-sabotage of each other's missions.
EDF5
Oh wow EDF5's difficulty is completely different in MP lobby vs SP campaign
I'd been told enemy health scaled with # of players, but I'm not sure that's true so much as MP vs SP.
But yeah, I'd been trying to tackle Hard missions solo in an MP lobby, assuming it just stacks difficulty according to difficulty level + player count. Then got disillusioned and went down to Normal, and still got nommed..
Now playing the same levels on SP-Hard and it's wow, kinda a cakewalk by comparison
Max Gladstone & Ada Palmer are my two main "Any excuse to loudly fan at people til they read their stuff" authors atm
Though Anne Leckie is certainly up there too, she's fab
Yay, dead-tree copies of Jacques the Fatalist and This Is How You Lose The Time War arrived today
Mainly curious about Jacques the Fatalist because of Ada Palmer talking about the weird narrator stuff it does and complete disregard for narrative/novel-format conventions generally.
grabbed This Is How You Lose The Time War cuz I will read everything Max Gladstone puts out there and it seems like a cool concept
Jorge Luis Borges, "Mutations"
"I saw in a hall an arrow pointing the way and I thought that this inoffensive symbol had once been a thing of iron, an inescapable and fatal projectile that pierced the flesh of men and of lions and clouded the sun at Thermopolae and gave Harald Sigurdarson six feet of English earth forever.
Some days later someone showed me a photograph of a Magyar horseman. A coiled lasso circled the breast of his mount. I learned that the lasso, which once whipped through the air and brought down the bulls of the prairie, was now nothing more than a haughty trapping of Sunday harness.
In the west cemetery I saw a runic cross, chiseled in red marble. The arms curved as they widened out, and a circle encompassed them. That limited, circumscribed cross represented the other one, the free-armed cross, which in its turn represents the gallows where a god suffered, the “vile machine” railed at by Lucian of Samosata.
Cross, lasso, and arrow–former tools of man, debased or exalted now to the status of symbols. Why should I marvel at them, when there is not a single thing on earth that oblivion does not erase or memory change, and when no one knows into what images he himself will be transmuted by the future."
This is a graffiti-free zone.
Vandals will be ~PASTELBAT~