Saturday, February 8, 2014

Board Game Project

Sorry for not posting in a while.  The usual excuses apply - kid, work, projects, writing, working out, etc… Actually doing stuff is stopping me from documenting that stuff.   I would hire a minstrel to follow me around recording my adventures in song but that’s super expensive and, besides, the last guy killed himself out of boredom: 

“Oohhh, now harken to the tale of a man in a cube.  

He stared out the window for thirty minutes and two.  
Um… He heated up his lunch and then answered his mail… 
Then he filed some paperwork… Uh… Wassail! 

You get the idea.  I guess I could post a never-ending stream of pics of our cat - this is the Internet, after all.  Oh, yeah, we have a cat now.  His name is Rocket.  He is orange and white. He’s a rescue.  He’s the cutest widdle thing I ever did see!  Yesh, he is!  Yesh, he issss!  Who’s a cutey-patootie?  That’s right!   You are!  Whassa boody poody misser kitty cat?

Ahem… that is… Go Seahawks! [Whispers: More on the cat in another post.]

To the real point of this post, now. How do you tell your five-year-old that his idea for a board game, for lack of a better word, sucks?  There he is, breathlessly going over the paragraph-length rules of each and every one of the, like, twelve thousand thumbnail-sized spaces of his creation - four sheets of sloppily taped together printer paper with a huge meandering, incomprehensible loop on it - when I realize that all of a sudden the noise has stopped.

“Oh… What?”, I said, blinking my eyes back into focus.

“I said ‘Do you want to play my board game with me?’”, he said. “I think it’s pretty good.  Maybe we could sell it.”

So what do you say?  I am pretty sure the correct response is not “Pfft, no. You’re wrong, it’s terrible.  I mean, pretty much every other completely illegible square is either some kind of instant death or Go Back to Start.  Unless you are trying to market some artsy metaphor about the futility of existence or something you may want to reconsider the playability of this thing.  Also, who the hell taught you how to use Scotch tape? It looks like a stroke victim with ADD assembled this while in the middle of a seizure.  Now quit crying and get me another beer.”

I’m not sure what the correct response is.  If this was the first one he did, then "Sure, let's do it!" would be appropriate.  Maybe even for the second.  But this was about the fifth one.  He clearly wants to create something fun, he wants to share it with others, and he wants to make a little extra scratch on the side.  There is no part of that I disapprove of.  

The “storm” last week kept him out of school for three days we needed something constructive to do while warming up in between bouts of sledding, building a snow fort, collecting icicles, and doing other outdoorsy stuff like suffering from hypothermia and cursing under our breath.

Perfect excuse for a project.  Why not make a board game? It had to be simple, playable, and made from the stuff we had on hand.  Whether it was fun to play or not was fairly subjective and totally unimportant.  

I had a 16 x 16 inch piece of oak plyboard and forty poplar dowel disks in the garage leftover from an abandoned checkerboard project... stupid local hardware store didn't have red paint of any kind in quantities less than half a gallon.  I also had a set of gaming dice (shut up) that I figured would come in useful.  We grabbed the craft box, some construction paper, the BoogieBoard, and my sketchbook and the family got to work.

"Okay.  First thing's first.  What should we name our game?"

"Umm.. Zizzy!" he said.  

"Uh... Ok, 'Zizzy' it is.  What kind of game is Zizzy?  Should it be a..."

"Wait!  Let's call it 'Zombieland'.  You know, like Candyland but with zombies."

"Maaaannnn... This stupid decade," I thought to myself.  Out loud, I said "Ok, sure, 'Zombieland' it is.  Let's stick with that.  Choose some sheets of construction paper and cut out some shapes.  Make them kind of big because we are going to have to write on them."

As we cut out the shapes we hashed out what some of the spaces would say.  The wife was insistent that one of the shapes should be a heart.  That took a little thought but, in the end, think it turned out to be one of the more interesting spaces on the board.

Thirty-six of the poplar pieces became magical amulets that could repel zombies and the other four became tokens.  The gaming dice were replaced with standard red and white dies.  A crocodile-filled moat and island were created and two bridges and a leaky raft were thrown into the mix.  Some artwork was printed out and glued to the poplar pieces and voila - two two-hour days and it was time to play.

Each person starts out with four zombie-repelling amulets and the goal is to be the last to die.  Sort of like Monopoly.  I tried to make sure that the rules and spaces were set up so that, statistically, people would run out of amulets and the game would be over somewhat before the heat death of the universe.  This makes the game very much unlike Monopoly, hence its appeal.

The first two two-player games went as planned.  The boy won once and I won once.  The games were about 30 minutes long.  Sweet.  Great balance.  Let's get mommy and see what a game with three people is like.

Sigh.  About 90 minutes in, we discovered that with three (or more, probably) people that the game turned into a never ending merry-go-round of trading amulets back and forth.  It was time for several rule changes.  Not everyone agreed with some of the changes and good points were made on all sides like "That's stupid" and "Well, I think your idea is stupid" and in the end it was decided that a manual was needed to prevent future friction.

Two hours later a manual was created and a coat of sealant was added to the pieces and the board and now we have a shockingly playable game, albeit one with, like, the least-inspired-sounding name imaginable.  We are probably treading on any number of copyright laws even using it, but, hey, we're rebels like that.


I was going to post the text of the believe-it-or-not-four-page manual but this article is way too long as it is.  Tell you what...  I'll add it anyway.  You can check it out if you like after the alleged jump break below.  Enjoy!


Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Yet Another Small Project

I spent the three-day weekend sick (stupid cold) but not too sick to knock out a small project with the boy.  Like the sailboat project, this one was initiated by the five-year-old asking if we could build something in the garage.
He wanted to build a toy rocket but changed his mind to a jet because “a rocket would be too hard”.  I nodded, not in agreement, really… just movin’ the conversation along, you understand. I gave him the BoogieBoard and told him to sketch up what he wanted. After a bit he came back and described all the pieces and parts of his design to me.

About a million years ago, Mad Magazine put out an article about what toys would look like if they were faithfully reproduced (non-Euclidean geometry, misspellings, the works) from children’s drawings.  It was awesome and it still makes me laugh to think about it.  His drawing looked a lot like the “Jet Airplane” from this old article.

I got out my planning book and copied his sketch into it (well… I copied the idea of the sketch into it, anyway) while asking him dimensions and colors and making sure he knew what materials and tools we had on hand.  After a bit we had a basic design that looked like a Space-Shuttle-slash-Concorde hybrid, although a lot more heavily armed than one would normally expect of a passenger airliner:

“Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking.  Thank you for flying Kindergartener Airlines.  I apologize for the incredibly loud, grindy, and sparky takeoff.  You may have noticed that, while we possess the most advanced weaponry ever envisioned on a domestic airliner, we are not actually equipped with landing gear. Sadly, all of your luggage and many of your pets have dropped out of the resultant hole that was ground into the bottom of the plane as our rocket engine violently forced us across the tarmac. Again - our apologies.  Our flight from Norfolk to Atlanta will consist of seventeen minutes of non-stop hypersonic barrel rolls and loop-the-loops. Those of you that do survive the crushing g-forces will be required to assist the crew in dumping the remaining fuel and ordinance somewhere over northern Georgia before we slam this bird like a lawn dart into whatever runway happens to get in the way of our primarily ballistic flight path.  May God help us all.”

I had him go out to our wood stock and identify the pieces that we would need for the fuselage, wings, rocket engine, and… umm… air-to-air missiles (none of this “circling the runway waiting for clearance from the tower” nonsense for this fella… no sir). The main body is spruce, the rocket engine is yellow pine, the missiles are poplar, and the wings are aspen. Like you care…

I tried to get him to paint the pieces before assembly but he said he wanted to glue everything together first.  Impatience, really, but a good opportunity for a teaching moment.  While the glue was drying I had him get out the sailboat we made a while back and paint it without giving him any instructions.  After a while he started to complain that everything “was getting all messed up”.  He uses brushes like most five-year-olds do (paint brush = soup ladle) and the quality of the job reflected that.

“No worries, buddy,” I told him as I wiped off the blobs and evened out the color swirls.  “This is just the base coat, so it doesn't have to be perfect.  The second coat will look better - I promise”.  That cheered him up. I said “See… painting the small stuff first before we glue it makes everything come out nicer.” He shot the jet the worried glance I was expecting so I showed him the roll of painters tape I was holding. “For the jet we are going to use this stuff so paint doesn't get everywhere.  Next time, we will paint first.”

So “Paint before assembly if you can” and “How to use painter’s tape” are now in his mental toolbox.  I hope he uses those tips as he grows and builds more and more complex stuff with less and less help from me.

He loves the jet (and the boat, now that it has been “professionally” painted) but he said something about it that neither the wife nor I can quite figure out.  He says the jet is piloted by Martin Luther King Jr. because “stripes are Martin Luther King’s colors”.  He couldn’t explain why those colors in particular belong to MLK.  A quick web search really doesn't answer the question, but I might just be missing something.


Any ideas?

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Happy (Belated) Epiphany Day!

I usually start the new year sharing a list of resolutions and goals with folks that stumble across this blog. Why do this? I'm not really sure. Apparently, one of my hobbies is to advertise my shortcomings, insecurities, hopes, and dreams to as broad of an audience as possible because, hey, saying out loud that you'll do something is just as good as actually doing it, right?
Umm... Right?

Sigh. Fine. I figured you'd be that way. You used to be cool, man.

Well, then, this year my main resolution is to stop lying to myself. Yep, it's a logic bomb powerful enough to disable any number of evil/misguided Star Trek AIs, but there it is. You don't like it, hey, that's on you, brother.  I ain't gonna learn Chinese, I ain't gonna completely master Pour Some Sugar On Me on the guitar, and I ain't gonna try out for the Duke basketball team.  I mean, of course I could totally succeed at any of these things if I really wanted to... It's just that those grapes are probably really, really sour anyway, so, you know, why bother?

What am I going to do? Pfft.  Who knows?  I guess while I have the time and energy to do so, I continue the filtration of stuff that I have found useful to collect in my skull over the decades into two piles: Useful Things and Trivia.  It's harder and more time-consuming than you might think - after all, my Trivia pile is about 1,000 times bigger than the other one.

Yours is, too…

You know, I’m going to stop this post right here and now.  Although you can’t see them, right now I am staring at three more paragraphs of borderline pretentious garbage festering right below this sentence.  I am not happy with them. I worked hard to get them ready for yesterday’s “deadline” but no matter how much I polished, it still felt like I was going to circle the runway for another 500 words before my point finally congealed anti-climactically somewhere in the middle of the seventh paragraph.

Negative?  Not at all! You see, appropriate to yesterday’s holiday I have had an epiphany: I can take one of these ill-formed paragraphs and massage them into a short book that should basically write itself.  

Books don’t write themselves, however, so I am forced to take a short leave to get this idea out of my head and onto “paper”. It might lead nowhere, it might lead somewhere, but I have to find out and I need time to do that.  A week to ten days should be enough to figure out if I can press on with it, shelve it for later, or simply shrug it off and just circular file the whole thing.  I told my editor in December I would have something for her by the end of this month.  I hope this counts.

So that’s it for a while.  I’ll post if interesting stuff crops up between now and a week or ten days from now - puzzle solutions, Rook travel bug updates, that medium-sized asteroid headed this way is finally detected by backyard astron… Ah… Yes… Ahem… Perhaps I’ve said too much…

Anyway, I don’t want to take my short hiatus without leaving with something so here it is: Yesterday, I discovered I had just earned my 2,000-day badge as “dad”.  How’s that for an epiphany?

More later.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Welcome to 2014, Everyone!


Jeesh... that looked a heck of a lot better before uploading it... Not a promising start.  Nonetheless, I still think that the guy from the Island of 1,000,000 B.C. would have either worshiped the talking reindeer, killed him and eaten him, or simply ran away instead of singing a song and offering to help find the big-eared kid.  No?  Yes?

Happy New Year, Everyone!

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Majestic Suffolk Seaboard Coastline Trail

A couple of days ago I went geocaching along the Suffolk Seaboard Coastline Trail. I didn't have very much luck finding anything (2 for 6, I think), so I took advantage of the outing to document some of the more eye-catching flora and fauna instead. Enjoy!

Immediately upon entering the trailhead I was greeted by a herd of Spotted Used Mattresses, sunning themselves majestically just southeast of the main path. I did not want to pass up a rare opportunity to photograph them in their natural habitat, but I made sure I was careful not to startle them to avoid interfering with any willomying and flolloping they might be engaged in. 
This flock of Bud Light Tall Boys was probably drawn to the area to feed on the ample offering of broken glass and shattered stereo speaker casings left on the manhole cover in the foreground. 
A cluster of Abandoned Sofa Sets and North American Armchairs stood shyly off to the left of a side trail and waited for me to pass.
This Broken Plastic Bin was caught bathing and slowly sinking into one of the many fetid still-water pools alongside the main trail.
I was fortunate to snap a pic of this clutch of Sofa Cushions while their mother stood a few yards away.
A Discarded Children's Swimming Pool stands guard five yards off the main path, precisely where I had spotted it six months before. This time, however, it was joined by a Disintegrating Lawn Chair and the remains of a Girls Vinyl Lunch Bag (not shown).
A Bright Blue Gas Can in repose. 
A gaggle of Balding Automobile Tires takes turns sipping stagnant ditchwater.  The Deflated Basketball must wait its turn.
A solitary Collapsed Plastic Chair sits on its rusted, crumpled legs.
Out of respect for their holy culture, I blurred out some of the more… umm… poignant writings the natives left here.  My translation may be off slightly but it suffices to say that, whoever Justin is, he is not beloved by all. 
Several outcroppings of Discarded Roofing Shingles line the path, beckoning travelers closer with their promise of flattened bicycle tires and tetanus.
Overall, I was very impressed by the level of abject neglect that has been achieved in the short period of time this trail has been open to hikers, bikers, and illegal hunters.  Space and good taste prohibit me from listing all of the interesting things I discovered along this 1.5 mile pin-straight trail segment, but I encourage everyone to don some blaze orange biohazard suits, come on down, and start their own photo-journal. After your visit, be sure to thank the Suffolk Department of Parks and Recreation for a job well done!
Personally, I can't wait to see what the next ten miles of this trail is going to bring!

Monday, December 30, 2013

Rook Update II

Well, it turns out the little rook I carved a dozen years back that lived out its life in various junk drawers and finally placed in a Geocache two autumns ago is once again on the move (click here for the previous update).

You can get more detailed info at geocaching.com and searching for item TB56TVF.  If you sign up for a free account, you can also see a map.  Here is a summary of its travels to date:
  • 10/2012 - Dropped off in Hampton, VA
  • 11/2012 - Found and taken to Washington D.C.
  • ??? - Sent to Seattle, Washington (made into Travel Bug here)
  • 06/22/13 - Released into the wild
  • 06/23/13 - 08/22/13 Bounced around a few caches in the Seattle area
  • 08/23/13 - 11/03/13 - ???
  • 11/04/13 - Arrived in Germany
  • 11/06/13 - 11/24/13 Bounced around a few caches around Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany
  • 12/06/13 - 12/08/13 Taken from cache to cache in the London, England area in search of a new home (Soooo close to its goal of visiting castles in Scotland)
  • 12/08/13 - No suitable caches were found, so it was returned to the cache in Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany
  • 12/08/13 - 12/25/13 - Sitting and waiting…
  • 12/26/13 - Picked up.
  • 12/28/13 - Placed in a cache in the Canary Islands, Spain.

Current Location: N 27° 45.050 W 015° 34.390 (map)
Total travel distance since its release date: 7783.1 miles.

Thanks to all the cachers out there helping to move it along, and thanks to ReesaRice for including me in its adventure!  
Cheers, everyone!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas!


Once again, we at The 36th Lock wish you all the very merriest of Christmases!  May the season bring you and yours all the joy you hope for!

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Insulin, Schminsulin!

Well, well, well… Lookee what we got here… An early Christmas present from my sisters.  How thoughtful!  By the way, definition 1b in the Merriam-Webster dictionary states that “thoughtful” means “characterized by careful reasoned thinking”.  It doesn’t say jack about being “nice”…
It’s a box of “candy” (and some playing cards)!  Ok, ok, the quotes are unfair.  Let’s call it a box of nostalgia tinged with evil.

I think the best way to write this up is just to list the items you see in the order in which I would like to eat them.  As you go down the list, divide the last one’s yumminess by 2, so, for example, the sponge candy is twice as good as the Sky Bar and is 8 times as tasty as the Bit-O-Honeys.  Here’s the list:
  1. Sponge candy (Awesome and almost impossible to get here!)
  2. Sky Bar
  3. Clark Bar
  4. Bit-O-Honey
  5. Rock candy (in the vials, there at the top)
  6. Pop Rocks
  7. Candy buttons
  8. Wax bottles
  9. The jumbo playing cards (you read that right)
  10. Teaberry gum
  11. Butter rum Life Savers
  12. Necco Wafers
  13. The cardboard box everything was shipped in
  14. The Chowards Violet Mints*
  15. The Chowards Violet Gum*
* Eaten at gunpoint only

They said the Teaberry gum was put in there only because the store ran out of Blackjack licorice gum.  I can only assume Santa bought all of the packs to give out in lieu of coal this year as a cost-cutting measure.  The Chowards items are… let’s say, terrific.  By the way, definition 1a in the Merriam-Webster dictionary states that “terrific” means “very bad” (yup… look it up).

This year’s theme for a gift box for a friend of mine is “The Most Inconsiderate Story Ever Told”, so it looks like the mints, the Teaberry gum, and the Necco Wafers have a few more miles left in their regifting destiny.  I think it works well with the fact that one of his gifts didn’t arrive when the USPS said it would so he won’t get it until well after Christmas.  I’m just payin' it forward, I guess…

I’m not gonna list the other items I’m giving him but I will share a pic with you.  It might look like a bunch of drink coasters and an envelope to you but it fits the theme quite well.  I might even tell you why someday...

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

A Right Bitter Old Elf

"Hey, buddy," I asked our five-year-old while I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to nearly draw blood, "What does this say under the Ho Ho Ho part on this Christmas card?"

"That's the sound reindeer make when eating their food, like crunching a carrot."

"Oh.  Ok...  Good job."

"Thanks!"

Here's the inside:


And a Messy Kweznuz to you, too, kiddo.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Jingle Snake


Parents: Only a few more days left until your kid's Christmas vacation.  Make sure they know the words to this holiday classic before school lets out so they can share it with their teachers and classmates!

After you listen to it a few times, check out the "Transcript" button below the video (to the right of the words "Add To"... it looks like a little menu).  I guess I missed the Sigourney Weaver part...