word mining central
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 508:
I keep my dried fish in the same pocket of my backpack (knapsack? is that what they used to be called?) as I keep my torches.
I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve pulled a fish out of my pocket to light for a torch.
Side note: I don’t recommend setting dried fish on fire and using it as a torch. Doesn’t work out. Especially for oily fish.
Day 507:
Yeah, I said I was going to bake something nice for myself today, but I got up to a cold cave and a rainy day. I just wasn’t up to talking myself into more work. (Cooking, when you’re not very good at it, is definitely work. And since nothing here has any precision — no knobs on the stove, and for that matter, no stove — I’m not very good at it.)
(I wasn’t good at it when I had precision instruments either.)
So I headed back to the mine, where I found a lot of lava and some more diamonds. That made me a bit happier. I’m that much closer to warm clothes!
Day 506:
I’ve gotten a lot of material out of these walls and that means wearing through a lot of tools – axes, shovels, torches — that require wood. (It’s a good idea to use wood handles when you don’t have vibration-activated inertial-dampening fiberglass. Wood’s the next best thing for dampening the vibrations from the rock. Plus, not nearly as conductive as, say, iron, which gets kind of warm if you hit a hot rock, and gets kind of sparky if you hit the red rock.)
So I’m heading back to home base for more wood as soon as I haul this haul topside. And maybe some pancakes. My current harvest of wheat should be just about ready, so some flour, eggs, and milk later I might actually have something nice as a treat.
Or more dried fish, I mean that’s always an option.
No, I think I’m going for the pancakes.
Day 505:
Turns out there’s also a waterfall pouring out of the wall next to the lava lake.
That seems to happen a lot here, which is really weird. I would think that water would
both of which should keep it far away from the lava lake.
But apparently I am wrong.
Either way, it’s bad idea to get caught up in a wave of water that leads to a lava lake, so I’m keeping my distance.
Day 504:
My mining today was punctuated with angry spiders and more of those rock rats. The rock rats appear to live in tiny fissures in the rock, but the pony-sized spiders certainly do not. I have no idea how they keep getting in, especially when I’ve had my main corridor blocked all day and, hey, this wasn’t even a cave until I dug it. Some days I could swear they just magically appear.
My best theory so far is that I’m not seeing their eggs but I’m somehow uncovering them. I’d think this far-fetched at best if I hadn’t personally witnessed a cow pop into existence from a calf 3 days after its birth. This place is weird, yo.
But seriously, I could do without pony spiders in my caverns.