Spiral Knights Silliness

My Blast Network pvp guild:-

Guild Message of the day: Doomhaha is my little brother. When referring to him please call him Dumbass  -Googola

Two minutes later:-

Guild Message of the day: Doomhaha is my little brother. When referring to him please call him Dumbo his ears are huge  -Googola


On Team Fortress just now…

(voice)GLOVES OF CUMMING URGENTLY: “If I had back-up, we totally could have capped that.”

(Voice)me: “Maybe you need to change your gloves…”


(someone chuckles over voice chat)

Silliness to lighten the gloom

Just in time to lift my mood…

Light/Sav: added a hopper powered chicken farm to the house
Spiderlilly: I gotta see that
Light/Sav: ok
Light/Sav: had help from azure
Spiderlilly: what does it do? compartmentalize the chickens in chests?
Light/Sav: come see

And because it won’t be complete without pics:-



Just. Silly.

(edit) Added myself. You know. For immorrtality. And all that stuff.




Dennettgirl’s art on my shop

Turns out, instead of having to figure out how to do the art myself, get an artist who doesn’t mind.

And it’s the same artist who made my skin.

Here’s the process. I’m being so squee!

So. Here she is. Just starting.


So she starts working away…



Then she realises she started it wrong somewhere. Forgot a block (think of it as missing a “pixel”). She does pixel art. Remember way back when in the 90’s you’d do painstaking work on a microscopic level, pixel by pixel, to get things just right? She does that in her sleep.


Destroy, Destroy. Start all over again. Argh?

Destroy, Destroy. Start all over again. Argh?

Oy. Well she wasn’t grimacing about it, but I woulda.

So, onwards:-

She was actually destroying a bit here, again...

She was actually destroying a bit here, again…

Dum dee dum...

Dum dee dum…

At this point she ran outta brown wool. That’s when I realised I didn’t have permission on 1/2 the chests Mal put as hopper containers for our storage (more on that later). So we went snipping the brown wool-dyed sheep I had down in the basement. (Yeah, you can dye the sheep in Minecraft. It’s hilarious. And awesome.)

And, I dunno why I thought it’ll look like a page and not a bound book cover. I thought the brown shouldn’t be there, but I trusted  Denn; then my brain kicked in. OH RIGHT!

It's coming along nicely...

It’s coming along nicely…

She caught me checking the place out and it looked like a good screenshot moment. So.

There she is.

Caught her standing still.

Caught her standing still.

… aaand we’re done! She posed far away, good thing We caught her close up beforehand, didn’t we? Squint; there she is!

... squint and see Dennett on top of her finished book on my shop...

… squint and see Dennett on top of her finished book on my shop…

... now squint and see her  in front of the glass portion. :D

… now squint and see her in front of the glass portion. 😀

I like to give credit where credit is due; plus I love her to bits.

(Here’s the enchanted book for comparison just to show how bang-on she got it.)

Thanks, Dennettgirl!

(And. Squeeeeeeeee…!)

When my worlds collide…

I started in Nick Mamatas’ twitter today, saw something unfortunate (to add to the “Bitch from Worldcon” post I saw earlier in the week, James May’s take on white privilege) NO. *NOT* linking. Ew.

But. Silver lining time. Saw Scalzi’s post because it was linked.

I’ll let others articulate the obvious, and use a mallet to that effect, and I’m not fangirl squeeing here.

A year late (and a dollar short?) to Scalzi’s post. But.

When my worlds collide. Say what? He’s designing a game? (here.)

And. Oh. That mallet he’s wielding in his twitter profile makes SOOOO much sense now.

Ok, I lie. I’ll say something. A little thingy. Again, obvious. But, yanno.

Speaking from someone with likely the second highest difficulty setting: It’s Scalzi’s fucking sandbox. *HIS* corner of the ‘net. He PAYS for it. He wants to keep it clean. If it’s dirty, go articulate as such in a manner that’s knife-proof. He wordsmiths for a living. Don’t dither, or be foolhardy, with yours.

Hence. Mallet.


I lie?

Some more food for thought, if the 800+ comments on Scalzi’s post didn’t make u think and entertain you (the mallet thwapping):- http://www.harryjconnolly.com/blog/index.php/four-ways-to-use-your-social-networking-skills-to-build-a-large-community-of-assholes/

Off to hunt food.

(At least I’m not a SOCIAL gamer, according to those stats… Angry Birds? Wassat?)

Gaming Silliness

(Team Fortress 2)


(me) “Norgul’s here?”
(me) “And on BLU?”
(me) “We’re fucked…”
(30 seconds or so later, after getting stabbed)
(me) “Yeah, he just stabbed a pyro, so…”


(I’m Horsemeat. Don’t… ask…)

… iit’s HORSEMEAT! : nuke needs a nerf. take away his minigun. or internet connection.
Bitch_Cakes : i vote the first
… iit’s HORSEMEAT! : lol
Bitch_Cakes : xD
NUKEBAHB : they tried taking my internet
NUKEBAHB : i just found other ways
… iit’s HORSEMEAT! : what happened
… iit’s HORSEMEAT! : lol
Bitch_Cakes : he lives at the cyber cafe
Engoriel : HACKER
an egg about to hatch : he’s playing though his toaster right now
JUST LIKE A MINI-MALL (2,550) got 7 points [-4] for killing … iit ‘ s HORSEMEAT! (11,149)
Bitch_Cakes : he sells porn to cover the coffee expenses

(EDIT: just so you know. Bitch _Cakes is female. And. Obviously. Tongue-in-cheek.)

Well, whadaya know…

… Where was it I heard a good way to get a story out of your mind

(so as to come at it with fresh eyes, editing, self- critiquing and all that)

… was to work on something else?

Tobias Buckell, maybe, talking on how he works…?


Gaming doesn’t… really do it for me. I can still feel it… percolating in the back there… while the game’s sensory info fills up my eyeballs and ears.

In my attempt to get this novelette out of mind, I inadvertently finished a poem I had spontaneously started.

It’s also my first ever speculative fiction poem:- titled, “The Architect of Bonfires”

Up until now, my poems have been literary.

And strangely enough, I saw a Red Pyro named that while playing on the second stage of Dustbowl map on Team Fortress 2.

What a place to get inspiration for a bit of (non-gaming) poetry, eh?

Well, here’s hoping I find it a home…