IGN makes a good point: Re-releasing Samba de Amigo for the Wii is kind of quaint, what with more complex music game rigs everywhere these days. On the other hand, I was wearing my SEGA Dreamcast shirt yesterday, it is a game about a monkey who plays maracas, and the game does play directly into my musical talents.
This is not an ambiguous or misleading post at all. I just don't want to talk about apartment-hunting, Dr. Horrible, or how much I will miss Madison.
My gal Robin asked about my birthday some days ago, and I've been thinking about it in the downtime. I'm pretty set on material goods right now. I intend to pick up some headphones and either a flatscreen monitor or a removable hard drive before I set off to Kansas, but anything on my Amazon wishlist is just going to get in the way of the list of books that I'm already planning to read.
Today is Dr. Horrible Day. I'm enjoying that so far. This is a day for celebrating Nathan Fillon, Joss Whedon, super heroes, and musicals. All of 'em, one of 'em, or any mix. Doesn't matter to me. I just work here.
This morning, Arlo spoke to me of a transformational short story. It starts as a normal story, but is artificially warped and modified under laboratory conditions. At the end, the final story reflects upon (or informs) the initial one while being completely different.
Here's what I want: 50 words and an e-mail address from four friends.
What will happen: Each turn, everyone replaces ten words in the writing sample that they have been given. Then they send the sample to me. I pass it on to the next person who changes a different ten words.
Nonsense is discouraged, unless it is the only way out. Changing punctuation is not allowed.
At the end, we have five story segments that are connected to their original versions through a short-but-twisted chain. Then the big reveal!
Turns occur once per day. The event will begin as soon as I have four responses with 50 words each.
For the last several days, I've been working on miso soup variations. Something delicious is approaching, blending yellow miso with cumin, vinegar, and just a touch of beef bullion and tahini. I'm hoping to depart from the elegant-yet-unfilling soups of Japan, however. Onion, green onion, thinly sliced mushroom and potato leave me wanting another entire pot about an hour later. Is a meal really serving its primary purpose if I need to scarf down an ancillary box of Krispy Kremes to get through the night?
Perhaps I could rework the soup into a sauce for chops. Plenty of barbecue sauces are vinegar-rich, and bemisoed meat has yet to disappoint me.
Alternately, I could just drown the soup in a flood of egg and noodle.