Sunday, February 27, 2011

viva new vegas

As you can see there is no “Dolphin Disco” here for you to enjoy today.

But, unlike last month’s excuse of not being able to upload the file . . . this week’s excuse is, well, um . . . I didn’t finish it because of circumstance both beyond and within my control.

You see, there was just too much to do with regards to the new (used) mini-van: winter tires, paying options, warranty options, undercoating . . . oh, and this little game I happened to pick up called, Fallout: New Vegas . . .

Yeah, I’m pretty much lost in the wastelands once more.

I had previously completed Fallout 3 with four expansions and thought it was a fantastic game . . . if you like that sort of thing . . . which I do, with a passion.

So, along comes New Vegas and I’m like, well, okay then.

Now, Initially I had some major hair pulling, cursing and swearing to get the game to actually run because it uses Steam as the validation software. Steam is an online thingy, and in order to play my game I had to download almost 600 Megabytes of updates . . .

. . . Have I mentioned that I’m on dial-up?

You feel my pain, don’t you?

Solution . . . contact my good friend Grond and take my box over to his place to connect to his high-speed internet to complete the job . . . in 40 minutes . . .

My best estimate on dial-up would have been . . . 56 hours straight.

Yes, one day I will switch when they don’t want 50 + cash a month for it.

So anyhow, the changes to the game are astounding, and complicated.

You can take apart and make ammunition . . . there are many factions you can join, or piss off, campfires where you can combine natural ingredients to make stuff if your survival skill is high enough, you can add modifications to weapons. The overall feel of the game seems much more dangerous and difficult and I’m only just beginning.

You are giving fair warning though as signs like “Danger, Deathclaws Beyond” and such let you know the world of pain awaiting you if you are foolish enough to go “beyond” at too early a level.

And the music and feel is almost a copy of that from Fallout 2. No kidding. It’s actually a real 3D version of that awesome version of Fallout . . . what’s not to like?

Very satisfying game but pretty much a redress of Fallout 3 engine . . . which, in my book, is a total winner.

And yeah, this week I’ll get back to making music and writing short stories . . . just after I see what’s over that ridge deep in the heart of the Mojave . . .

Until next Sunday . . .

Sunday, February 20, 2011

earliest post ever

or latest, depending on your perspective.

I should not have had that coffee after 6:00 PM.

So, yeah, this will be the sleep-deprived, half-awake post you were hoping for.

Remember that mini-van revolution that started in the early-eighties? Well, as of yesterday, I’ve finally joined it.

I may be a couple plus decades late, but, well, yeah . . .

I know I swore on this very blog that I would never, ever, ever, ever, own a mini-van . . . um, well, I guess that’s still technically true because it’s in my wife’s name . . . but that would be splitting hairs, wouldn't it.

So, we went out to look at some vans yesterday and well . . .

. . . saw them, drove them, bought one.

We are good for the economy. Go us!

So, enough of that.

I’ve finished editing my latest short story and will be giving it a final read over today. Once completed, it’s off to the land of publishers.

Wish me success.

And I must confess I’ve yet to get started on my next music project. Bad, bad me.

I’m going to give it the old college try next week and see what comes of it since I’m supposed to post my next musical creation next Sunday.

That’s going to be a stretch, but I think I might be able to pull it off. If not I blame it on this truncated excuse of a month.

Because, isn’t February too damn short?

I mean, what’s up with that?

Have I mentioned sleep-deprived and half-awake?

I’ll torture you no longer . . . must crawl back into bed . . . try to slavage some sleep . . .

Until next Sunday . . .

Sunday, February 13, 2011

the morning after

Well, another successful reading night has come and gone and I spent about an hour cleaning the kitchen this morning after sleeping in. Surprising how many dishes can be used by nine people.

I wonder if the Fellowship of the Ring had so many dishes to clean each day? My other name is Sam.

Lots of great material from our regular contributors was read and I sprung my novel’s heart-rending-I-am-a-bastard-moment on the crew. They were duly annoyed, which is as it should be as it fit in exactly as it should within the context of the plot. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind to your novel.

And another of our reading group is going to have a baby. That will make two this year . . . our group is doing its part to grow new writers.

Which reminds me, our daughter read a piece she wrote last night too and it was well received. Chip off the old block . . . the good chip. I wondered where that went.

I didn’t make the last reading night and so missed a bunch of ongoing tales, but with the group consisting of a genius computer guru tech guy we have a dedicated website to share our pieces with those who could not attend.

The future is great.

But, I live such a regular schedule these days (waking and sleeping) that I’m all out of sorts this morning after passing my bedtime by a couple hours last night.

Still, it was worth it, as always.

And the food . . . oh, the food.

Homemade apple pie, sticky buns, grapes, chips and dips, cheese and crackers, wine, coke, homemade brownies . . . yeah, there was even more.

Maybe we should call the night “eating night” and not “reading night.”

Well, this week I’m going to try really hard to finish the edits on a story and get it sent out (which I failed to do last week) and continue to work on my super-girl tale, the third in the series. It’s a bit stalled at the moment as I wrestle with her issues about her situation.

It’s sometimes hard to make something read believably in unbelievable circumstances. You have only the characters inner self to guide reactions, and sometimes that doesn’t work so well.

Anyhoo, waffles are up . . . yes more food, though I don’t need it . . . so I must go consume once more.

Until next Sunday . . .

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Sea Lion Shuffle

Yes, yes, YES!

I finally got the latest tune I created to upload. So, without any more waiting, here it is -

Sea Lion Shuffle

As you can see you have two options above. Either listen directly or go to the website and suck down the file for your personal uses.

The tune runs about five minutes and is just over 5MB in size. Oh, and it's an mp3.

And the whole issue of not being able to upload the damn file last week?

Would you believe the website wouldn't load a .MP3 file but only an .mp3 . . . yah, I don't see much of a damn difference. Sheesh, already!

Anyhow, this tune was made with the new program (Music Maker 16) and my limited knowledge of how it all works. Which, by the way, I'm still figuring out.

This tune is also much slower and more dreamy. I promise to crank out a rocking dance tune in a few weeks. Title: Dolphin Disco.

Until next Sunday . . .