Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”.
Day 116:
Decided to take a day off for a change. I’m sore and tired and achy, all to be expected since I’ve been digging like crazy.
I think I’m maybe a third of the way to the big mountain. It’s hard to tell. The mountain slides in and out of the mist both day and night, and totally depends on the weather if I can see it.
Sometimes I think I see snow on top.
Today I did little things, like carve wooden pegs to use on frames to hold leather skins, and roast some fresh meat, and just not rush.
It was a good day.
A few dozen of these and I can get to tanning ducken hides. Never thought I’d say that.
Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”.
Day 115:
Dug this morning for a while, but ran out of some pretty critical supplies (my shovel broke) and had to go back to my home to make another one.
When I was done that, I started drawing up plans for a feather bed. The duckens’ feathers are pretty soft when they’re young, but they’re only young for about three days. The adults’ feathers are great for arrow fletching but many of them are thick and stuff and not the kinds of things you want to roll over into the small of your back in the middle of the night.
I’m thinking a bag in a bag. The inner bag being almost the full size of the bed and stuffed with adult feathers. The outer bag will have to be just slightly larger, but then filled with the soft downy feathers.
Or I could make this even easier and put the soft downy feathers on a big pillow-like cover on the bag full of adult feathers. That would be even faster.
As for the bags themselves, leather continues to be really the only bag-making materials I have. I’ve gotten better at my attempts at tanning hides. It took me a little while to realize that boiling the brains was the secret to getting them to tan the hides. But I hate to kill an entire cow just for a bed and some steaks, so if I have to kill small ducken anyway, I think I’ll probably use them to make the leather to make the bed.
This is going to be one heck of a patchwork mattress.
when the fluff shifts this is going to be annoyingmuch easier to actually do
Not quite reviews, I talk about books I read and enjoyed.
This is the third of the October Daye series, which means I’m… checks trademark… about seven years behind so far.
October Daye is a changeling (half fae and half human)
I read the first book, Rosemary and Rue, because it was a gift from my cousin and she said that Toby was an inspiration to her. The first book was a very good murder mystery with a lot of world building and things to learn. It didn’t grab me the way I expected, possibly because in the first book Toby wasn’t ready to be an inspiration to anyone, just as Wade Wilson isn’t quite ready to be who he is at the beginning of his arc.
But my cousin, always wiser than me, had sent me the first two books, and in the second, A Local Habitation, Toby solves a different kind of murder mystery—one that takes place in an Information Technology space—and that’s my real-life territory right there. I was hooked.
An Artificial Night is much less murder mystery and much more adventure sequence, with Toby attempting to save the lives of a number of both fae and human children from a monstrous and insanely powerful individual named Blind Michael.
The best way I can describe the book is that I picked it up at about 6pm, read two thirds of it by 9:25 and thought than only an hour and a half had passed. I ate some food and drank some water (apparently we mortals need to do that) and then polished the rest of the book off by 12:30.
It grabbed me, is what I’m saying. Grabbed me, hauled me all over San Francisco and the fairy lands, and dropped me back off on the sofa six hours later dehydrated and a bit confused on why I’m a boring human being.
If this is your kind of thing, it is worth the ride.
Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”.
Day 114:
So back in the day, before we’d gotten terraforming space right, we got it wrong a lot.
A LOT.
Humans would take an ordinary dead planet (there are thousands of those in the galaxy alone) and load it with machinery that could change the air temperature and the environment to be hospitable to oxygen-breathing life. They’d literally create all the things life needed – air and water vapor and rain and in some cases mountains and oceans using these fission/fusion creation things that some physicist came up with and, over the course of about 10 years, do what only ten billion years and a couple dozen comets could’ve done naturally.
They’d seed the planets with genetically modified organisms specifically designed to live in that host environment. Sometimes they started with microorganisms and we ended up a few dozen years of human-enhanced evolution later with sentient arachnid-like creatures and bipedal cows and really really angry corvids, all of whom are now members of the League of Planets, I might add.
Or they’d start with just a few dozen fully-developed animals and put them on the planet as “starter farms” for communities that had outgrown their current habitations.
Some of the experimental planets were government research and exploration funded, but many were self-funded communities or corporations. Some were attempts to get away from it all. Some were attempts to start over and “do humanity right this time”. And some were giant land-grabs with the intention of mining resources or producing crops or animals or the like.
Thing is, most of these early experiments were unlivable. Some went geologically unstable. Others were ravaged by a mistake in the genetics or a disease no one had anticipated. A few were even destroyed because existing life, undetected by the scouting teams, took even stronger root in better living conditions and killed the transplants.
Anyway, all this to say that I got back from my long-ass digging expedition the past few days and suddenly realized all my cows have the exact same markings.
Exact. Same.
I compared them to the wild cows out in the field and they have the exact same markings too.
Now, there’s a lot of ways that two cows can mix up some cow DNA and they will never get a perfect match for either parent. There’s even been studies on how cloning might accomplish the goals, but even when an animal is cloned there’s no guarantee that environmental stuff isn’t going to impact coloration.
So the only way I know of that every cow on this planet could look identical is if some very heavy duty genetic manipulation was taking place. It certainly doesn’t align with any of the biodiversity research or population research that we learned in school. And it’s not like these cows need the coloration to blend into their environment like, say zebras (although even zebras are all different if I remember correctly.) They’re brown cows on green fields.
I knew this planet was odd because the animals explode. I knew it had some kind of history because I keep pulling shoes out of the river when I fish. But now I think I might be living on a failed terraforming experiment.
I don’t know what that means except that I’m almost out of light for writing tonight, so I’m going to sleep on it.
Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”.
Day 113:
Once upon a time a woman on the planet of Serendipity followed a vein of ore until it came out in a big cavernous area right near the surface. She mined all the ore, and then realized as the night fell that there were not one, but two different gaping holes in the ceiling of her cavern where the monsters could come through.
There was no way to reach safety immediately. If there were any horrible creatures lurking above, they would have immediate access to her, and likely tear her to pieces.
She braced herself for the spiders, but the spider did not come.
She braced herself for the zombies, but the zombies did not come.
She hoped beyond hope that the horror squids that walk through walls would not come, and lo, they did not. And she was grateful.
But the exploding giraffe corgis, they came.
Not one, not two, but three giraffe corgis, in succession, as if there were some giraffe corgi queue in the ceiling and a giraffe corgi traffic cop was ensuring that they each gave enough time for the exploder in front of them to clear the way before they exploded.
Three times our hero fended off the horrible beasts.
Three times the flockers blew up anyway.
But three times our hero stayed out of the blast radius and had only broken glass and destroyed fragments of torches and a few shattered blocks of stone to clear.
The moral of the story is “build a watch so you can clear out before night time” but I have nothing to build with. If I had more gold I might manage – it’s soft enough for me to shape and carve.
It’s one more project for the list, and one more in a succession of interesting bruises I should probably start sketching for posterity.
