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Someone made a Gamut page at Softpedia. (Not that I had heard of this website before, but tsall good.) They went through the trouble of taking their own screenshots instead of ripping off the perfectly good ones I made for Gamut's page on volity.org. Whoever it was just sat alone at various game tables and shouted the name of their website in all caps. Whatever pleases you, my friend. I went ahead and submitted some information about the most recent version.
There's now a small and slowly growing crowd of regulars in the Volity devchat, every day. Most of them I didn't know before this month. I thought the developer beta would start mostly with some local folks I know who've been wanting to get involved, and while that is happening, the first real outside game development is coming from heretofore strangers.
This is quite excellent and I am very pleased, even if they are all Python hackers, ho ho. (Actually I love to see the devchat awash in Python code snippets as they give each other programming advice for soon-to-be Volity games. Really very good.)
I spent maybe six hours writing three business letters today, all in the partnership-seeking vein. Not a complaint; I write slowly simply because I write carefully, and with letters whose ultimate message is gold plz, I really don't mind my own pokiness. It's not so good when I'm trying to write a book, that's all.
Saw Thank You for Smoking last night with friends and it was pretty good I guess but my mood was pre-ruined by my subway ride to the theater where some kids were spitting at me. I think. I'm not sure, because for some reason (maybe from having very little social contact this week) I dropped into this stupid third-grade bully-survival mentality and became determined not simply not acknowledge their existence, so I didn't look at them or listen to them (had iPod). This really bothered me; sitting there just taking it, I ended up feeling pretty emasculated, to be honest. I realized a split second too late that I would have felt a lot better if, after disembarking, I flipped off the car they were in as it went by.
Come to think of it, I enjoy flipping things off a lot. I flip off the neighbor's dog every chance I get. Maybe I'll just make a personal habit of flipping off everyone in the T after it starts to pull out, from now on. I mean: easy points. Fish in a barrel!
Anyway had fancy-pants drinks after the thing and all told spent like $30 on the evening and holy crap. I'm not doing that anymore, not until I have a salary again.
There's now a small and slowly growing crowd of regulars in the Volity devchat, every day. Most of them I didn't know before this month. I thought the developer beta would start mostly with some local folks I know who've been wanting to get involved, and while that is happening, the first real outside game development is coming from heretofore strangers.
This is quite excellent and I am very pleased, even if they are all Python hackers, ho ho. (Actually I love to see the devchat awash in Python code snippets as they give each other programming advice for soon-to-be Volity games. Really very good.)
I spent maybe six hours writing three business letters today, all in the partnership-seeking vein. Not a complaint; I write slowly simply because I write carefully, and with letters whose ultimate message is gold plz, I really don't mind my own pokiness. It's not so good when I'm trying to write a book, that's all.
Saw Thank You for Smoking last night with friends and it was pretty good I guess but my mood was pre-ruined by my subway ride to the theater where some kids were spitting at me. I think. I'm not sure, because for some reason (maybe from having very little social contact this week) I dropped into this stupid third-grade bully-survival mentality and became determined not simply not acknowledge their existence, so I didn't look at them or listen to them (had iPod). This really bothered me; sitting there just taking it, I ended up feeling pretty emasculated, to be honest. I realized a split second too late that I would have felt a lot better if, after disembarking, I flipped off the car they were in as it went by.
Come to think of it, I enjoy flipping things off a lot. I flip off the neighbor's dog every chance I get. Maybe I'll just make a personal habit of flipping off everyone in the T after it starts to pull out, from now on. I mean: easy points. Fish in a barrel!
Anyway had fancy-pants drinks after the thing and all told spent like $30 on the evening and holy crap. I'm not doing that anymore, not until I have a salary again.