tysolna: (laughing cricket)
When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
When you've got a sore throat that makes your voice almost unrecognizable, call a friend at work and pretend to be someone else. It works, and it's hella fun.
tysolna: (laughing cricket)
Yes, it is definitely autumn. Wet and cool with just the right amount of sunshine to make you want to sit down with a candle giving off soft light, a relaxing Arjuvedic incense stick, a hot cup of tea to drink and a good book to study.

Until you sit down on your comfy sofa and get poked in the backside by a pencil someone's forgotten there.
tysolna: (rotflmao)
Yes, I know, I know. But I still laughed a lot!

Pavarotti
tysolna: (oh jo)
So for the 3rd of September, when the steam train festival my dad's organizing for the city marketing will happen, mum and I will be there, selling various souvenirs, literature and coffee and being a general info-point and resting place for dad and his helpers.
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tysolna: (penguin punk)
As I was walking to work this morning, a dove fell on my head.

I'm serious.

I got off the bus, crossed the street, walked below a line of trees, and pow! Dove on my head. I think the poor thing was as surprised as I was, if not more. I suppose that when you're a bird and used to being able to fly, falling out of a tree is a tad surprising.
From my head, it fell to the pavement, shook itself, and hobbled off to hide underneath a nearby magazine rack. It didn't so much look hurt as stunned, or maybe embarrassed. I brushed off my hair - luckily, the dove was too surprised to leave a lasting mark on my hairdo - and went on my way, already being late for work.

Imagine, though. What are the chances of having a dove fall on your head? Is this some kind of omen?
tysolna: (niiimooon)
I couldn't fall asleep last night; it was probably the third cup of coffe yesterday that did it. So I started doing the mental exercises that usually end up with me asleep. No, not counting sheep, but focussing on a story, or a particular train of thought, which usually distracts my brain long enough for my body to fall asleep; the brain then has no other choice but to follow.

Anyway, I don't know why, but last night I began constructing this Doctor Who fan video to the tune of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, beginning with a picture of the Sycorax obviously. The first verse was Tenth Doctor only, the second turned into a Brigadier story, the third verse was regeneration scenes and so on. By the time the line "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me" showed me Colin Baker scenes, I was chuckling to myself.

I think I should get the video capture card out of the old computer and install it in this one. Might be fun to dabble with video cutting again.
tysolna: (take me away)
So, The Sims lets you play a virtual human or family (my family are William, Susan and Cordelia Shakespeare, who are friends with David Hoff who works as a security guard; good for a laugh if nothing else). They sleep, eat, work, make messes, play on the computer, read, etc. I am not sure about the way they talk yet, but it sounds funny.
Anyway, all in all it's a simulation of real life.
And that's what started me thinking, because why do we play a simulation of real life instead of a simulation of something we cannot experience in real life?

Do you know what I would find fascinating? The Sims: Stone Age. Carrer choices: hunter, gatherer, shaman, worker, various crafts. Or stay in the cave and care for the descendants. Get your logic score up and invent fire! Get your friends score up and become the tribe leader!
There would of course be the Neolithic expansion pack, with updated living conditions - houses instead of caves - and more career choices.

Or, if the Stone Age doesn't interest you, you can always choose The Sims: Middle Ages. It would be as truthful to the time period we call Middle Ages as, say, softcore porn movies are to the real thing: a pleasant fantasy. The Sims: Middle Ages has of course complete equality of gender, so you can be a female knight if you so wish. Other careers could be jester, falconer, or if your influence score is high enough, even royalty, because this obviously has to play at court. But nevertheless, you start out as a peasant.

The Sims: Stone Age and The Sims: Middle Ages would sell like hotcakes, I'm sure. I know I would buy them.
tysolna: (niiimooon)
There's this discussion on the Doctor Who community to which I like to refer you to, but only if you know Doctor Who and are of an Adult (bordering on Gutter) mindset. No spoilers, but o! the imagination!
Though there is some in my opinion unneeded flaming later on. Happens everywhere I suppose...

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