Since the time that I was intending to spend working in the library on my thesis and an assignment that’s due tomorrow for a class has turned into me messing around with Automator, I’ve decided that I may as well drop an incremental update into here instead of using the fifteen minutes I have to do work. There’s always later tonight for working diligently.
I didn’t do much over four-day, except for try to implement a game idea that Matt and I have been thinking about for quite some time. We working just about the entire weekend on it, but unfortunately the game engine we’re using is being recalcitrant and doesn’t want to render as many enemies on screen as we want. Grrr!
On the other hand, we did manage to get a number of silly-looking rubber chickens swarming around the map chasing the player, and the shotgun that Matt made was pretty cool (if without a model). Maybe someday the game will finally be done; it’s not looking like we’ll get any more time now that Four Day is over, though.
In happy news, this is the only day of class that I have this week since I will be going to Seattle to provide moral support to my fellow dancers at the Men in Dance performance going on. My dance teacher choreographed a thing for a friend, and taught me his part just in case he couldn’t perform (he’s been having medical issues). He’s fit as a fiddle, though, but despite the fact that I will be entirely extraneous she wants to take me along for the ride anyway. I had no problem with this thanks to the fact that any day I get to somewhat legitimately miss class and also get a chance to see my parents is a pretty good day. Also, Seattle is a cool place and the college is paying for meals.
So I’m not arguing.
Bad things: the Idol Bat is now approaching two weeks late, and I’m not sure if I’ll have internet access over the next few days. I may have to buy a hot chocolate or something at a coffee place just so I can steal their WiFi. Ah well.
Worse things: I have a fractured rib, thanks to an entirely innocuous seeming lift in dance. This sucks; I don’t feel it most of the time, but falling asleep has not been fun because the only position that is really comfortable is lying on my back and I’m a side sleeper. Grrr. I’m hoping against hope that it will be healed in time for the dance performance in early November, or things will be Super Lame.
And now I must run. To the Ian-mobile!