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.

Day 455: sand and potatoes

Day 455:

I managed to shake off Idiot down in the caverns.

I spent the day digging sand deposits out of the river. Discovered that one of them was blocking access to a cave full of ore, but since I’ve already got a couple of caves full of ore, I’m not actually going after this one (right now).

I also dug up my latest crop of potatoes and I have so. many. potatoes.

I started using the residual heat from the furnaces that I’m melting the sand into glass just to bake the potatoes so I can eat them instead of the fish.

I’ll probably get really bored, but if I remember correctly, I won’t get scurvy.

I wish I had enough sheep to make a nice mutton stew, or maybe a rabbit stew, with all these carrots and potatoes. I don’t like stew enough to cook an entire cow worth of stew.