Apologies for the One Among the Dead readers…

…I was at the Interaction 19 conference as one of Friday’s speakers last week. My plan was to fly home Saturday and spend Saturday night and Sunday playing some sweet Minecraft to spin down from the conference.

Then it snowed. And Seattle doesn’t really do well with large amounts of snow.

So I didn’t come home Saturday and by the time I got home Sunday night I was too tired to do much other than fall into bed.

Since I work for a living, and I’m busy writing a workshop for World IA Day Pittsburgh, I’m probably not going to get a chance to log on and play until the weekend at the earliest.

So we’re on hiatus, but we’re coming back. Just not tonight.

Day 459: someone to come home to

Day 459:

Idiot is still here. He refuses to leave my main chambers, even though I’m not feeding him. (I suspect he’s stealing food from my chests. But honestly if he wants some baked potato I’m willing to share. I have plenty and any animal that can subsist on baked potato alone with no salt, butter, sour cream, bacon…

I should stop, I’ll get depressed again.

Anyway: ducken. Eating potatoes. Lives in my room. Sleeps on my head.

It’s been a while since i had someone to come home to.

And I’ve already given him a name.

So I guess he’s family now.

Or as much as a ducken can be, anyway.

Day 458: another day on the farm

Day 458:

Woke up early due to Idiot raising a ruckus. I’m not used to having an alarm clock of any kind, much less an egg-laying ducken tap-dancing on my head, so Idiot almost became Idiot Fricassee for breakfast, but I was also too tired to slaughter a ducken this morning.

The problem, I learned, was that one of the cows was leaning up against my window and staring inside.

I tried to explain to Idiot that cows are just like that, but he’s called Idiot for a reason.

Spent the rest of the day digging sand and hauling it back to my base. Think I’ll go underground again tomorrow. I’m feeling a bit better about my supplies and I want to see if I can shake this bird off again down in the caverns.

Day 457: Filling up the storage chests

Day 457:

My definition of what’s valuable is slowly starting to change.

I emptied a storage chest of highly valuable granite today to fill it up with glass instead.

Now, for the number of silicone planets, planetesimals, and asteroids in this galaxy, we’re not going to run out of sand anytime soon in the greater galactic economy.

But here on Junk Rock (as I’m calling the place right now), glass and sand are hard to come by, so I’m hoarding them like diamonds (literally, the diamonds are in the case next door) and granite, while very good at withstanding explosions and keeping zombies out, is taking second fiddle.

And I’m still topside, which is unusual for me. But it would be nice to go underground with the confidence that I have a full supply of baked potatoes, plenty of glass, lots of wood, and one incredibly stupid ducken.

(My bed was covered in eggs this morning. I am not happy.)

So I’m warming up, getting a nice sunburn, and filling my storage chests.

Day 456: Displeased

Day 456:

Idiot found me. He’s currently sleeping on my head. I didn’t ask for a ducken to sleep on my head, but the little jerk can fly, so every time I shoo him away he flies up a bit then lands on my head again.

All other activities today really don’t matter compared to that.