August 6th, 2002

Big Gay Vince, bastard, Southpark me

where have I been?

I haven't been posting lately so there must be a good reason for it, right? Er, no. Blame it on Visual Pinball. It's a game beta and it does crash occasionally while I'm editing (which is why I save every five minutes or so), none-the-less I'm enjoying it thoroughly. I'm big on games where you can build things, hence my like for Rollecoaster Tycoon- and SimCity-type games. Heck, even Quake and Half-Life fall into this category because I can build levels for them. ...I'm on the verge of digressing here...

The game system is a combination of drag and drop design (placing and refining of walls, bumpers, spinners and other typical pinball elements) in a CAD-like manner and scripting with VBS so that the objects know what to do when events occur (being hit, timers going off, etc...) That's right, building and programming in one game! w00t! me=geek, I know :oÞ

The only part that I didn't like was not having any event sounds and background graphics to use because I seriously suck at producing either of those, but, thankfully to a few fan-sites I've downloaded some to give my tables some life and oomph. Now, pardon me whilst I indulge in more fun.

before I forget

In my dream last night I was living with my mother and sister in a big one-story house. In the house was an unknown someone who was supposedly a friend of the family. In one dream sequence I was walking down a hall and this family friend was standing there minding his own business, doing nothing. Just standing there for no reason. As I passed him I did a strange thing: I walked straight up to him and kissed him. I wasn't shy about it and I apparently didn't care what the consequences were. Right after that though I woke up and that part of the dream stuck in my head - not so much for the kiss but trying to figure out who that guy was. I didn't recognize him and yet I did. All day long I mulled it over, not coming up with anything until early this evening. While I was eating dinner I heard the ringing of the ice-cream man. No, not a guy driving around in a truck playing annoying music over speakers, but a guy walking the street with an ice-cream push-cart. I've heard him ringing attention to his cart just about every weekday since late spring and I'm so used to hearing him that I sort of don't. You know? Anyway, for some reason today I looked outside and really looked at the guy.... and it was the guy in my dream! Young-ish (late 20s, maybe early 30s) Hispanic. Lean with a trim moustache. Wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and white baseball cap. How very odd it was him because I've never really paid any attention to him before. What is my subconscious trying to tell me? ...well, besides that I'm hornier than goat. ^_^