Day 283:<\/p>\n
This sounds absolutely ridiculous to say but I’ve run out of rock.<\/p>\n
Or rather, I’ve run out of hot polished rock, which sounds a little better.<\/p>\n
I discovered a while ago that not everything I mine has to come out the size of ugly cobblestones… more importantly I discovered accidentally that putting a load of cobblestones in a furnace will result in a possibly good slab of stone.<\/p>\n
This should not work. There’s nothing in physics from anywhere else in this universe that even suggests this should work. Which means either the cobblestones here are so iron-rich that I can “smelt” them back together or perhaps I’m not even in my universe any more.<\/p>\n
The thought had crossed my mind.<\/p>\n
So the hot rocks (don’t know what else to call them, even though they’re not radioactive — well, heck, for all I know they\u00a0are<\/em> radioactive, but with no geiger counter it’s hard to tell without them being so “hot” that they melt my face off.) make really nice floors and I like to keep them around for that purpose, but somehow I lost track of how many I had.<\/p>\n So instead of digging to the east and laying down good solid flooring as I go, I’m fishing again while my cave fills with smoke and hot rock fumes, none of which are particularly healthy for the lungs.<\/p>\n At least it’s a nice day. Standard temperature, no rain, no zombies or exploding giraffe-corgis, no horror squids, just me and a line and some fish. And some boots. And a bowl. And a glowing book.<\/p>\n But other than that, normal-like. Relaxing.<\/p>\n Until I have to carry around tons of hot rock later anyway.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Day 283: This sounds absolutely ridiculous to say but I’ve run out of rock. Or rather, I’ve run out of hot polished rock, which sounds a little better. I discovered a while ago that not everything I mine has to come out the size of ugly cobblestones… more importantly I discovered accidentally that putting a … <\/p>\n