O.K. here's the Duke pictures.
This is the latest level I've been working on.
As you can see it's about a desert.
And some of the canyons you can get lost in.
This is a tomb that you have to find the secret to in order to get out of the game.
And a rocket propelled grenade launcher that you have to use to blast your way in.
If you look close, you can see that the pillars have been "blowed up" already.
This is the garden outside the tomb.
Mindless fun and catharsis.
Still doesn't keep me from waking in the middle of the night with the cold sweats,
Sometimes.
That's a lot better since I dumped my shop.
SSO didn't help, of course.
What can I say, I like to build things.
My musical career ain't goin' nowheres very fast.
As you can see it's about a desert.
And some of the canyons you can get lost in.
This is a tomb that you have to find the secret to in order to get out of the game.
And a rocket propelled grenade launcher that you have to use to blast your way in.
If you look close, you can see that the pillars have been "blowed up" already.
This is the garden outside the tomb.
Mindless fun and catharsis.
Still doesn't keep me from waking in the middle of the night with the cold sweats,
Sometimes.
That's a lot better since I dumped my shop.
SSO didn't help, of course.
What can I say, I like to build things.
My musical career ain't goin' nowheres very fast.
posted by Lane Savant at 8:58 PM
5 Comments:
Yippe ki yay, motherblogger.
..................Duke
Did you not go out to FFTR and check out the kickin' pix of the Duke hisself? Mr. Nukem has stirred up the Anonymous posse, so it would seem--like two dozen responses yesterday.
How on earth did you scan pics of what is on your computer screen onto a scanner and then back to your blog. You are some kind of cyber wizard, enit?
Odd, as you reflect on the stresses of owning and operating PALMER AUTOMOTIVE, it amazes me that most of us, the world that streamed by your shop, and those of us that did stop in once in a while and pay you to work on our heaps, were just clueless as to the anxieties that could set upon a small business owner. You are much more successful as a land owner and Rentmaster, it seems.
The waking up at night in a cold sweat usually is reserved for alcoholics and druggies. It is also, I have heard and read, the purvue of artists, of those sensitive types that sometimes cannot tell the difference between their dreams and reality. J.Z. Knight claims that our dream life is when we observe our "soulmate" doing stuff in another dimension. That when we suddenly feel blue it is due to the fact that the other you is having a crisis of some sort. Seth and Kryon postulate that as a spiritual entity, we are so powerful that depending on the vibrational level of our cosmic maturity, we can have up to dozens of shard personalities functioning in dozens of overlapping dimensions. Yup, that is enough in itself, the knowledge of this, to make an old cyclist have a fitful sleep, and to perspire like a motherbear.
It is good that you like to build things. Without dudes like you, poets like myself would still be wearing bearskins and painting stick figures on rocks.
Yes, the SSO still sucks, or blows, or buggers, and your musical career is taking its sweet time morphing into a viable variety. I suppose it is like my writing career. I have lots of output [over 1,500 postings on FFTR], and thanks to the internet I have an expanded personal readership, but notariety is not in the cards I fear. I write for a select few who give a shit, about me and what I have to say. Perhaps your music, which should after all be a labor of love, something you compose because you "have to", as the notes come to you in your dreams and clamor to get out onto paper and into the air---then who gives half a rip if Schwartz does not send you a certificate of appreciation, or the SSO does not do a whole season of Savant catalog.
Glenn
The game has a screen save feature.
You can push F12 to save the screen picture as a .pcx then load that file to "Imaging" which is part of windows 95 on my game machine.
Then you can save it as a "bitmap"
transfer it to the version of "paint" on my other machine, the newer one with XP, crop it, size it, save it to the memory stick, stick it in this machine which, for security reasons is the only one I use for the 'net, and post it.
It was almost as much fun figuring that out as playing the game.
The sleepless, sweat soaked nights have almost disappeared since I retired, but the SSO brought 'em back to some extent.
I do understand why Emily stayed at home for most of her life.
She was rich enough to afford it.
Alter egos...we got tons of the cute little buggers, don't we?
I'm going to pop over to FFTR first thing and check it out.
Doing the math with David, I've come up with something like a grand to get a good recording of the string quartet.
I'm rethinking that.
I have to assume that, even though it's a excellent piece, it's still a vanity project.
So I'm scaling back.
I'll get a home recording of the cello duet and the piano variations first.
Hallo, Lane & Opera-Lovers worldwide:
The top and 3rd & 4th down photos look like sets for "Aida" (better than the ones Seattle Opera rented for the current "Aida", but the singing and acting are the best I've experienced in Seattle, so it is good the sets don't take away attention from the acting!
The second pic down looks like a set for "Tristan & I", 2nd Act.
Tschuess,
Opera-going Anonomann
Hallo, Glenn!
Haven't you also realized that waking up at night sweaty is also common with post-menopausal women, who need not be drunk or stoned for this to happen -- or is Mwlva pre-meonpausal, and you've raided the cradle??
Tschuisss,
Anonomann
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