Guess what Sam's been up to?
In case anyone's wondering what Sam's been up to.
He's been messing with Excel. For fun. Specifically, he completely re-balanced the entire D&D weapons list -- YES ALL OF THEM -- so that they followed an established set of rules, making none of them significantly more powerful than the others. Then he did something or another with all of the skills, I think involving codifying threshholds of success and stuff, and then he found a list of two-thousand feats, YES TWO THOUSAND, as in 2k, as in with three zeroes, which he combed through looking for the ones he liked, balancing THOSE, and putting them all on a chart.
He did this yesterday for hours. And by for hours, I mean literally all night and into the next day. He started in the evening, and when I went to bed at 6am (what? I was knitting), he was still up, and when I woke up at noon, he was still up. He napped, and then went right back to it.
Now, he is singing really, extremely, amazingly, horribly off-key to something or another that he's listening to on headphones while he does whatever else he's doing and banging on his desk occasionally, presumably laying in his own drum track.
Should this worry me?
(In other news, check out William Shatner reciting Sarah Palin's farewell speech as beat poetry. It... sounds kinda cool that way. Conan O'Brien might actually give the Daily Show a run for its money.)
He's been messing with Excel. For fun. Specifically, he completely re-balanced the entire D&D weapons list -- YES ALL OF THEM -- so that they followed an established set of rules, making none of them significantly more powerful than the others. Then he did something or another with all of the skills, I think involving codifying threshholds of success and stuff, and then he found a list of two-thousand feats, YES TWO THOUSAND, as in 2k, as in with three zeroes, which he combed through looking for the ones he liked, balancing THOSE, and putting them all on a chart.
He did this yesterday for hours. And by for hours, I mean literally all night and into the next day. He started in the evening, and when I went to bed at 6am (what? I was knitting), he was still up, and when I woke up at noon, he was still up. He napped, and then went right back to it.
Now, he is singing really, extremely, amazingly, horribly off-key to something or another that he's listening to on headphones while he does whatever else he's doing and banging on his desk occasionally, presumably laying in his own drum track.
Should this worry me?
(In other news, check out William Shatner reciting Sarah Palin's farewell speech as beat poetry. It... sounds kinda cool that way. Conan O'Brien might actually give the Daily Show a run for its money.)