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I was reading the other day about how they (the giant ants[1]) were going to make a game featuring both Sonic and Mario. Not only that, but they were both going to be featured in the title of the game. Growing up with the Nintendo vs. Sega rivalry, this would have once seemed like the moral equivalent to having Darth Vader command the USS Enterprise-K in the Next Next Generation, or having Captain Kirk pilot an X-wing. Times they are a-changing I guess, and where there is a business case anything can happen. Just today I was reading that Dell was going to start selling PC desktop systems with Linux pre-installed, which further confused me: this can’t be the same reality that I’ve lived in for the last 30 years. All of this is way too early for April Fools, so they must be ice skating in hell for sure.

Speaking space opera, I always had this fantasy of quitting my job in corporate America/Australia by declaring “I am a programmer. Like my father before me.” (Tyler can correct me on the inaccuracy of that quote) All this with the Visigoths about to storm Rome in 410, and bring an end to the Empire[2]. The trouble is, my dad is actually a chemist. A pretty damn good one, but although he knows Fortran I wouldn’t really describe him as a programmer. I hope that if it ever does come to that, fate will forgive the necessity of a nice dramatic statement in place of a factually correct one.




  1. Damn you Tyler, I can’t use the word “they” or “them” without thinking about giant ants!
  2. so my fantasies are historically schizophrenic
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Tyler asked me if I would help him make a first person shooter involving zombies and the Amish. Let me just say that I have nothing against the Amish, and my understanding of them is limited to that which I gleaned from the Peter Weir film Witness. [ Editors Note: Peter Weir is the best Australian director Ever ]

Today I am driving to work, thinking that I am late (the meeting is in fact 9:30 not 9:00, so I will actually be 20 minutes early) and I have a remix of Bloody Tears playing in the car CD player and I start having this fantasy that the factory building that I work in is actually a run down castle inhabited by my co-workers, who are actually zombies, ghosts, gules and other assorted undead monsters, all of which can be dispatched by a neat *snap* of my chain whip. My manager is that really weak bat creature at the end of Level 1 which anyone can defeat.

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