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June Pieces Of My Mind #2
Didn’t realise before that computer implementations of D&D are almost as old as the tabletop game itself.
Half of Sweden’s adult population has now had at least one shot. One quarter has had both shots.
Movie: Minari (2020). Unhappy Korean couple starts a vegetable farm in 1980s Arkansas. Grade: OK.
Talked to a Ukrainian about Łódź. He looked confused, then said “Oh right, you mean Vlotz!”
Today’s 29 years since I started my first archaeology job. I’ve worked almost exclusively in the discipline since. Made very little money and hardly any pension savings, but I’ve fed & raised two kids and had a lot of fun!
Confusingly, Scandinavian Airline Systems plays porn groove on the phone while you wait in line for customer support. When I finally got to talk to a rep he spoke in a slightly braying rural accent and, though quite helpful, did not seem erotically inclined at all!
In a radical departure from its previous stance, the National Heritage Board sends a loud and clear signal to anyone who finds an ancient hoard in Sweden: DON’T STOP DIGGING AFTER YOU FIND JUST A FEW OBJECTS, RIP ‘EM ALL OUT! Dude finds 8 objects outside a badger sett, calls in archaeologists who find 42 more, dude gets reward for 8 objects.
Some gneisses form from sedimentary rocks. Are there gneisses that have formed from biochemical sedimentary rocks? To me, that would be a mind-blowing illustration of how old life on Earth is.
I never understood that all the characters in the 80s text adventure The Hobbit were autonomous, running around the game following their own priorities, nor that you could give them orders.
Early-80s computer games like The Hobbit and King’s Quest would draw scenery line by line and then fill it out like a colouring book. This took way less storage space than a big image file for each scene.
In the 80s Hobbit game you could pick Elrond up and carry him around as your personal portable elf-bread baker. Useful to beef up before fights.
Reading Amos Tutuola and having a blast. He pays no respect to Western narrative conventions and little to those of the Queen’s English. Deadpan, sly, absurd. Constant surprises!