December 3rd, 2002


Roll Two Dice and Pray

When I was a youth, I used to play this board game, no, role playing game, erm, this strategic/tactical... So there was this game, called "Car Wars", and when I first became aware of it, I dismissed it because it was obviously ripping off George Lucas' trademark (this was before Lucas started riding his own coattails). So this game was all about a post-apocalyptic future where "the right of way went to the biggest guns". Think Mad Max without quite so many Australians.

This game was one of my first exposures to the notion of selling continuing content to gamers. You see, this game had a quarterly magazine that you could subscribe to (one of my regrets was not getting the lifetime subscription). In there, there'd be fiction set in the Car Wars universe, there'd be new vehicle designs, and special new weapons.

Yes, even then I was a geek. There was something awfully compelling about the structure of this game, however. I probably wouldn't be working on my own car game if not for the influence of Steve Jackson Games and the enjoyment I got in putting a laser in a turret and knocking out some guy's tire.

Now, in that magazine, people would ask wacky questions. Striding the line between wargame, role playing game, and boardgame, people would come up with absurd scenarios that might make sense in open ended games, but the maker of Scrabble probably never had to contend with. You know, something like "If my guy leans out the window really far, can he throw a grenade over his car and the van parked next to it, with backspin so that it rolls underneath the van?".

Even then, there were bigger geeks than me. These questions only rarely had any hope of being answered by the actual rules of the game. Often the answer'd be a simple "no". But now and then, there'd be something that fit into the sense of the game well enough that you'd think that once in a while, a daring move like that ought to work.

These questions recieved the response "Roll two dice and pray".

You've got no right to expect this to work. Luck or Divine Intervention might be your only hope now.

That's where I am right now. My horizon has pulled up awfully close. I don't know what I'm going to be doing tomorrow. I might be escorted out of the building tonight, in which case tomorrow I might be working on sending out Christmas cards. Or I might be sitting in an essentially empty office, drumming my fingers on an essentially empty desk.

Time to roll two dice and pray.
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Drum, they told me...

As I've mentioned, I've got this job thing. And jobs are nice, because they give you money and net access. But I've got net access. And for some reason I'm not worrying about the money.

So the fact that they scheduled a meeting with me tomorrow just prolongs the drumming my fingers on the desk.

Oh well. That gives me a chance to return a DVD to a coworker that I forgot this morning. The DVD, not the coworker.
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Time for another road trip.

I am the king of cart before the horse.

I've got all this undirected energy, and some of it's coming out in gratuitous LJ frittering. For instance, I rendered a mountainscape, cause, hey, I like fractal terrain and computer graphics, and all that. And then - here's where we start to leave the sane people behind - I felt compelled to find some reason to talk about something mountainy.

I've got a favorite mountain village. 93 miles from my house is Leavenworth, WA. Most of those 93 miles are winding mountain roads leading up to and back down from Stevens Pass, in the Cascades. I really think that I like the drive more than I like the destination (that's a metaphor for life).

So. In thinking about the 100x100 mountain picture, I started thinking about Leavenworth, and how I haven't been there since... a while ago. Earlier this year? Assuredly. Quite possibly my last vacation. And here I am possibly (hopefully) coming into some time away from work. What do do with myself?

So, let's review the whole cart and horse stream of consciousness. LJ -> Picture -> Leavenworth -> Road Trip. I will almost certainly get into the car this Sunday and drive in the mountains because of this nutty website.

Could be worse, I could be staring at the rotating DAVE logo.
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