In da house
Jan. 13th, 2006 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberI figured out how to turn the Dr. Who pinball machine on! Well, no, I invited Kevin and Eve up and Eve who is wise in the ways of pinball machines went immediately to the right spot. Anyway. Friends. Good to have. High score so far: 113,000-something. Not yet to 175K where you get a free ball or free play or something, but I have made it to multi-ball.
My previous pinball experience has been almost entirely Pin-Bot on the NES, which is a hell of a good game, and the main reason I brought a NES here. I can't think of it without remembering middle-school sleepovers with Vanessa Kelley, who I'm naming here in full because I hope I can summon her forth from the internet. She moved down to Sedalia, and got into vampires, and I never really liked that shit, and she went to Douglass County High School, and we just kinda lost touch... Vanessa Kelly, perhaps? Remember when we'd listen to classical music and describe X-Men action that would be set to it? Or Ugly Kid Joe's "I Hate Everything About You"? And the cool cats you'd draw? Remember watching "Psycho" for the first time and eating the chocolate-covered espresso beans you brought and saying "ohmigod" again and again and again and then playing Pin-Bot until 4 in the morning in my basement? Vanessa Kelley, or your strange buddhist roofer dad Robert Kelley who wrote a book about making paper snowflakes... Last I heard of you was when I went to USC to interview, and one of the other girls interviewing was from Colorado too, went to Douglass County High School, knew you a bit, said you'd married some guy and moved to Utah... I'm not really sure I buy it. Anyway, of all the people who have vanished from my life, you're one of the two I'd like to find again.
Right, that was unexpected. Back to what I meant to write, which is that part of the fun of pinball, it seems to me, is decipering what the hell the machine wants you to do when it talks to you in horrible 80s voice synthesizers and flashes lights and changes music and all. The nice thing about Dr Who as compared to NES Pin-Bot is that in Dr. Who there's never a level where a ghost eats your ball, or helicopters drop bombs on your flippers. I mean, I miss the triangular prism balls, but unlimited riskless exploration is fun. Interesting to me that the skillsets of wait and vector are pretty much the same, the one set of skills directly applicable to the other. I think that probably means Pin-Bot's physics kick ass. It's certainly the only digital pinball game I ever found good.
The daffodils I planted are coming up now by about 4 inches, and I scooted out of work yesterday with enough daylight left to weed around them and the iris. Some oxalis and grass and what I suspect are thistle-class weeds are tentatively colonizing the bare dirt slope out front... The iris near the vigorous and healthy oxalis were all pining, and I ripped a hole clear for them with suspicious eyeing of aforementioned oxalis. I really like the look of oxalis; it covers slopes with far more grace than grass. But does it achieve its uniform monoculture by poisoning other plants? Duhn-duhn-duhhnnn....
And I think I'm going to call the newest roommate Apprehensive Girl; I consider it gracious of me not to call her Girl-who-threw-out-the-cranberrry-sauce-I'd-cooked-for-myself-before-Christmas-and-which-certainly-wasn't-going-to-go-bad-in-two-weeks-or-two-months-even,-dammit. And the bag of potatoes, too, which ok, I can understand maybe some people who aren't me don't eat potatoes that are sprouting and rubbery, and it turned out alright because when she offered her potatoes in recompense she noticed their skins had gone green, which of course, they were the thin-skinned yellow-skinned type, they sit around for a couple weeks, they go green, but she would have thrown them out anyway...
Ahwell. I'd been mourning the cranberry sauce ever since I returned to find it gone. It's good to know its fate. Perhaps the knowledge will bring me closure.
::sniffle:: Alas!
My previous pinball experience has been almost entirely Pin-Bot on the NES, which is a hell of a good game, and the main reason I brought a NES here. I can't think of it without remembering middle-school sleepovers with Vanessa Kelley, who I'm naming here in full because I hope I can summon her forth from the internet. She moved down to Sedalia, and got into vampires, and I never really liked that shit, and she went to Douglass County High School, and we just kinda lost touch... Vanessa Kelly, perhaps? Remember when we'd listen to classical music and describe X-Men action that would be set to it? Or Ugly Kid Joe's "I Hate Everything About You"? And the cool cats you'd draw? Remember watching "Psycho" for the first time and eating the chocolate-covered espresso beans you brought and saying "ohmigod" again and again and again and then playing Pin-Bot until 4 in the morning in my basement? Vanessa Kelley, or your strange buddhist roofer dad Robert Kelley who wrote a book about making paper snowflakes... Last I heard of you was when I went to USC to interview, and one of the other girls interviewing was from Colorado too, went to Douglass County High School, knew you a bit, said you'd married some guy and moved to Utah... I'm not really sure I buy it. Anyway, of all the people who have vanished from my life, you're one of the two I'd like to find again.
Right, that was unexpected. Back to what I meant to write, which is that part of the fun of pinball, it seems to me, is decipering what the hell the machine wants you to do when it talks to you in horrible 80s voice synthesizers and flashes lights and changes music and all. The nice thing about Dr Who as compared to NES Pin-Bot is that in Dr. Who there's never a level where a ghost eats your ball, or helicopters drop bombs on your flippers. I mean, I miss the triangular prism balls, but unlimited riskless exploration is fun. Interesting to me that the skillsets of wait and vector are pretty much the same, the one set of skills directly applicable to the other. I think that probably means Pin-Bot's physics kick ass. It's certainly the only digital pinball game I ever found good.
The daffodils I planted are coming up now by about 4 inches, and I scooted out of work yesterday with enough daylight left to weed around them and the iris. Some oxalis and grass and what I suspect are thistle-class weeds are tentatively colonizing the bare dirt slope out front... The iris near the vigorous and healthy oxalis were all pining, and I ripped a hole clear for them with suspicious eyeing of aforementioned oxalis. I really like the look of oxalis; it covers slopes with far more grace than grass. But does it achieve its uniform monoculture by poisoning other plants? Duhn-duhn-duhhnnn....
And I think I'm going to call the newest roommate Apprehensive Girl; I consider it gracious of me not to call her Girl-who-threw-out-the-cranberrry-sauce-I'd-cooked-for-myself-before-Christmas-and-which-certainly-wasn't-going-to-go-bad-in-two-weeks-or-two-months-even,-dammit. And the bag of potatoes, too, which ok, I can understand maybe some people who aren't me don't eat potatoes that are sprouting and rubbery, and it turned out alright because when she offered her potatoes in recompense she noticed their skins had gone green, which of course, they were the thin-skinned yellow-skinned type, they sit around for a couple weeks, they go green, but she would have thrown them out anyway...
Ahwell. I'd been mourning the cranberry sauce ever since I returned to find it gone. It's good to know its fate. Perhaps the knowledge will bring me closure.
::sniffle:: Alas!