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Day 829: crazy trader

One Among the Dead

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 829:

I was down on the southern end still mining away at those tall mountains today when the trader with the invisibility potion and the two llamas came to visit. He came from the north, and by that I mean he reached a cliff’s edge and decided to climb down with two llamas on ropes.

It was… awkward. The llamas were able to make the jumps better than the trader and there was a lot of falling and what I presume was cursing.

And I felt kind of bad because he was clearly coming to trade with me but I didn’t have anything to trade.

I’m not going to start carrying emeralds or for that matter any other gems just in case I meet a trader because, well, there are too many murderers around here and I wouldn’t want to give them the satisfaction. Let them kill me and find out all they got was cobblestone. The jerks.A cliff face with a llama about eight meters up the cliff, its owner just below the llama, and another llama almost two full llama heights lower than the man, who is now stuck because the llamas won't move.

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Day 828: gelatinous cube attack

One Among the Dead

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 828:

Some days (and nights) I’ve been mining, searching for diamonds to make better tools mostly, but also obsidian or coal or other things that I could find helpful.

And, obviously, more ore. Because money is still wonderful.

Anyway, today I got attacked by a giant green cube of lime gelatin.

It has a face.

I don’t know if the face helps or makes things worse. On one hand, the face helps me justify that its behavior is done with intent (as compared to, say, an actual gelatin dessert). On the other hand it’s a gelatin cube with a face and murderous intent.

My nightmares are bad enough as it is.

Anyway, if done carefully the gelatin cube can be hacked to pieces with a sword, though much sword cleaning must be done later. So I don’t have a gelatin cube in my basement anymore but that somehow doesn’t make me feel as relieved and secure as it should.

I mean, how the heck did it get in there in the first place?!?

A very large cobblestone floor studded with torches. A very large green gelatinous cube stands a very far distance away.

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Atomic Robo and the Flying She-Devils of the Pacific

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Not quite reviews, I talk about books I read and enjoyed.

How have I not written about Atomic Robo before??

OK let’s start with the basics: Atomic Robo is a comic about a robot built by Nikola Tesla in the 1920s who goes on to become a PhD, a World War II flying ace, the founder of the company Tesladyne, thwarter of the Cold War, an astronaut, and an inventor.

He battles Dr. Dinosaur, numerous Russian, Chinese, or Japanese enemies, a giant robot pyramid, and of course his creator’s nemesis, Thomas Edison.

We’re talking good old fashioned comic books here.

But they’re not just good old-fashioned comic books, they’re good old fashioned comic books written and illustrated by creators that understand what the flaws of old-fashioned comic books were and they do not repeat those mistakes.

For example, Atomic Robo and the Flying She-Devils of the Pacific is not just a post-WWII comic about an attempt at Japanese conquest via a super weapon. It’s not just a graphic novel about women pilots and mechanics who become air pirates over the Pacific. No, it’s all of those things and it’s a send-up to eight women in the comics industry who are fantastic in their own right.

Author Brian Clevinger summarizes their goals in the introduction:

The text doesn’t contort itself to show these ladies in a positive light. Nor does it pat itself on the back for featuring these ladies as its main characters in the first place. It doesn’t make bad guys say sexist things so you know they’re bad and wrong. No one praises the She-Devils’ ability or know how or pluck for a girl. None of them picks a lock with a hairpin to save the day.

Because normal is what goes unremarked upon.

I love it when a comic team doesn’t need to make a big deal out of women characters because, in the context of their universe, women are as common as men, and as accepted. Doubly so for an action/adventure type where honor, hard work, and sacrifice are driving the plot.

Atomic Robo and the Flying She-Devils of the Pacific is volume 7 of the Atomic Robo series and I’ve got at least four more volumes waiting for me in the library. This may have been the first time I’ve mentioned Atomic Robo, but these comics are so good you can be pretty sure it won’t be the last.

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Day 827: time off to fish

One Among the Dead

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 827:

Figure as long as I’m home I’ll take some time to do some fishing.

It’s a good way tor rest. Duck knows my body needs it.

From the center of the river, looking north toward the field where crops are growing. A fishing line is in the water.

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Day 826: More ranching

One Among the Dead

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 826:

I spent the day ranching like a rancher. I cleaned up the field a bit, butchered a couple of pigs (the population in there’s getting a little high) and sheared some of the sheep to make carpet for the cold cave floors.

I also harvested some pumpkins and started roasting them to make pie. Roasting pumpkin is hard because the heat source has to be putting out a consistent heat if you don’t want the meat burned, but wood and even coal aren’t particularly prone to consistency. So in reality I spent most of the time fussing over my fire and the rest of the time ranching and shearing.

Oh! I forgot to mention that yesterday on the way home I caught the other skeleton horse! So now I have two skeleton horses, four angry pig men, and lots of sheep, cows, and pigs.

And yes it probably is rude of me to call them pig men, but their skin is the same color as my pigs, they grunt like pigs, and they have little pig ears. Plus, after the weird thunderstorm four of my pigs had disappeared but four pig men complete with swords and armor were in my pond.

I’m not saying one caused the other but I live in a place with real zombies and undead skeletons so I’m no longer the queen of skepticism either.

Picture of a file with a brick path cutting through it. It is surrounded by dark wood fence posts. Pigs, sheep, cows, and the occasional skeleton horse can be seen in the field.