Crazy crazy week.
And no, I don't mean doing my taxes. Math is easy for me, even really complicated math.
First my father crashes something on this computer, cutting off all internet access (and I know you're right there with me, my fellow bookworm). Then Frank (who is holy and wise and terrible, but not a member of SG) gets my computer fixed by talking me through every step over the phone. From another country. Then I'm just getting settled in at my new job, and my father needs to steal my car for damn near a whole day, so he can go off to attend the very thorough inspection of the house my parents are buying in Pennsylvania for them to retire in. Then I pile in two 9.5 hour days at the job, dealing with all sorts of craziness (such as the five streets TODAY that were each at least one block shorter than my job's handheld computer thought they were - including one that it thought went through the middle of a parking lot).
And there's more to come.
I've got room in the regulations for me to put in two more full days of work this week (money is good), but my left knee is killing me after I had to go easy on my right ankle for two days, thanks to stepping in an unseen gopher hole. So maybe I'll try to do a lot less of it on foot, and/or limit myself to 5 hours per day (so that my knee won't have a chance to get stiff during my lunchbreak).
And sooner or later, I'm going to find the time to talk about this strange idea I got for a fantasy warfare game's world (like D&D or Warcraft, but not specifically anybody's setting at this point) getting mecha (giant robot battle frames, for those unfamiliar with the word) added into the mix. What sort of changes would happen to commerce, politics, and of course the structure of the world's militaries when all of a sudden it becomes impossible to win a war with just men and horses. Because once the mecha arrive on the scene, only another mecha, a giant monster (possibly a giant fire-breathing lizard, if you'll pardon the tongue in cheek), or a very powerful spellcaster can possibly hold up against them without relying on the sort of sheer luck that could allow a catapult to score a decapitation hit on the mecha before the it can get close enough to attack in turn.
That sort of thing. More later.
And no, I don't mean doing my taxes. Math is easy for me, even really complicated math.
First my father crashes something on this computer, cutting off all internet access (and I know you're right there with me, my fellow bookworm). Then Frank (who is holy and wise and terrible, but not a member of SG) gets my computer fixed by talking me through every step over the phone. From another country. Then I'm just getting settled in at my new job, and my father needs to steal my car for damn near a whole day, so he can go off to attend the very thorough inspection of the house my parents are buying in Pennsylvania for them to retire in. Then I pile in two 9.5 hour days at the job, dealing with all sorts of craziness (such as the five streets TODAY that were each at least one block shorter than my job's handheld computer thought they were - including one that it thought went through the middle of a parking lot).
And there's more to come.
I've got room in the regulations for me to put in two more full days of work this week (money is good), but my left knee is killing me after I had to go easy on my right ankle for two days, thanks to stepping in an unseen gopher hole. So maybe I'll try to do a lot less of it on foot, and/or limit myself to 5 hours per day (so that my knee won't have a chance to get stiff during my lunchbreak).
And sooner or later, I'm going to find the time to talk about this strange idea I got for a fantasy warfare game's world (like D&D or Warcraft, but not specifically anybody's setting at this point) getting mecha (giant robot battle frames, for those unfamiliar with the word) added into the mix. What sort of changes would happen to commerce, politics, and of course the structure of the world's militaries when all of a sudden it becomes impossible to win a war with just men and horses. Because once the mecha arrive on the scene, only another mecha, a giant monster (possibly a giant fire-breathing lizard, if you'll pardon the tongue in cheek), or a very powerful spellcaster can possibly hold up against them without relying on the sort of sheer luck that could allow a catapult to score a decapitation hit on the mecha before the it can get close enough to attack in turn.
That sort of thing. More later.