My sources say that writing something outside the subject of my NaNoWriMo project still counts towards my monthly goal, and there are some things that need to be said about this week’s episode of Once Upon a Time. Grievances to be aired, nits to be bloody picked and so on. I realize, having said this myself before, that UOaT is not a haven for amazing writing or storytelling. There are some bright spots, don’t get me wrong, but for the most part the scripts are pretty lazy. Not to mention the CG. I’ve seen better effects in low budget 80s movies. Oh yes, spoilers.
Alright, enough fun stuff! Or not, actually. Speculating and plotting out aspects of my brainchild is fun. I took a bit of a break because I want to lay out the self-care aspects of the game, but I’m still kind of puzzling over how I want it to work. I’m still going with the idea of logging activities and having those activities affect your characters Equilibrium/Endurance stats, but its a little hard to nail down what those activities should consist of.
If your predictive searching turns up the same phrases mine does, when you enter the words “capoeira is” into Google three out of the four phrases that come up first will include “stupid”, “useless”, and “a joke”. Of course this ticks me off more than a little, but I realize that a lot of these opinions come from a place of ignorance and misunderstanding. In fact, the majority of the people to whom I mention that I play capoeira either react with “What’s that?” or “Oh, you mean like Only the Strong?” Oh my god, that movie.
This season the gods of Starcraft (otherwise known as the MMR) saw fit to place me in Bronze league whereupon I cursed the gods, there was wailing and gnashing of teeth and I’m fairly certain I deafened some of my friends on Skype. Sorry guys. What happened was this; my placement match was against a Bronze person who tried to cannon rush and then go for the void rays (always with that sequence of events!) and I eventually won. And was placed rank 70-something in Bronze. Fury descended upon my soul as a host of swarming harpies, screeching their discontent to the sky.