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Sep. 25th, 2011 07:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dmxratedBrian brought Marie here from the airport two nights ago. Marie was hoping to surprise me when she arrived, but Mom accidentally spoiled it when she mentioned it in Aunt Marie's dining room with the other adults and then brought me into Grandma's room where she was sleeping on a foldout bed (after I overheard her).
What happened, was that Marie actually did surprise Mom and Dad upon arriving, but I was already in bed and she didn't want to wake me up. Mom somehow thought that she was sleeping in the other bed in the same room as me, which would mean I already knew, but this wasn't the case. The previous day, she even told me that Marie wouldn't be able to come because of school and her job.
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All of us had plans to visit the Military Aviation Museum since the previous day. It wasn't due to open until 10 A.M., but I was kinda expecting to have to go with everyone shortly after that time. Wasn't until about 2 P.M. that we actually did go, and I didn't really get to do much in Pokemon Diamond, even though I did manage to finish what I needed to take care of in White. While we were still waiting for Brian and Kelly to arrive, I did play some rounds of canasta with Mom, Marie, Aunt Marie, and Grandma.
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Right before we left, Brian asked me to write down a comprehensive list of instructions for an actual game version of Parasitic Trio, so that he and his friends could program it for me. I considered whether or not such a game should be made, but decided that it would be much more practical to have an assortment of mini-programs to decide the outcomes of most variables.
Well, even though an actual game might seem more practical in theory, in practice, there would still be problems. For one thing, Parasitic Trio is something where time is much more realistic and has much more of an impact on the plot, and where the would-be gameplay and cutscenes will merge to become one and the same for the final product. Even though the main characters are going to follow the same set of rules for most variables, they are supposed to have control themselves on where they go at any given time (not making an artificial sidetrip somewhere to get an item or some experience or whatever) and how they conduct battles. Battles themselves are also to be free of all limitations, and moves will be a lot more intricate than even in the games. Let me also mention that in this ficseries, Pokemon will not need to forget moves just to learn other moves, and if they can learn one artificial move (TM, HM, or tutored move) by default, plus one more for every ten levels they gain or each time they evolve, and can even move around freely, then even a keyboard would be insufficient to program all those commands without either stopping time to select a move or entering a combination of keys or buttons to execute a move.
Brian did take my word for it, but did suggest that I learn how to use something like CoffeEmacs so that I could program my own operations. I might take some time to learn something like that, depends on how busy I am with Japanese and actually plotting stuff in Parasitic Trio after I complete Pokemon Diamond.
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So anyway, we went to the museum finally. David and Ray were busy with something back at the house, so they didn't bother coming with us. When we got there, we went on this tour throughout several small buildings, where someone showed everyone all these plane models and even a bunker that was supposed to be movable, before we all went back to the main building and just looked around there.
To be honest, none of the exhibits really stood out enough for me to comment on, but there are two unrelated things I'd like to mention.
First, is someone's shirt from the tour. It read:
This is your brain. (Above a helmet of the Washington Redskins.)
This is your brain on drugs. (Above a Dallas Cowboys helmet.)
Any questions?
This is a public service message.
The other thing... Noticed someone named Richard Baer referred to as "the last commander of Auschwitz" on one of the holocaust posters. Actually, this pertains more to Monster Collection Chronicles, in which that became the name of the pirate captain belonging to the Red Mask organization. Baer is a German name? I thought it was Dutch. Count Collection (a canon character) is already German, w/ his real name being Rudove Bresto Minechtine (at least according to the dubbed MCK manga).
(More on that another day, unless Chelle or anyone else decides to ask.)
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Instead of the Golden Corral this time around, we had decided to eat dinner at this restaurant called Brutti's for Mom's birthday. Oh well. Gotta admit that ice cream was always the highlight of going to GC, but then again, Mom did tell me not too long ago that ice cream is usually better with just one or two toppings instead of a whole handful.
Right before we left, Marble escaped through the front door of Aunt Marie's side of the house, and Mom, Dad, David, and Ray had to stay behind to round him up. It took until some time after we settled into the restaurant before Aunt Marie heard back from them on her cell phone. Mom and Dad had decided to come join us, but David and Ray were already tired from the ordeal and decided just to heat something up at home.
Soon as Mom and Dad joined us, I ordered a pepperoni pizza. When the waiter came with it, he accidentally knocked over my water glass while trying to set it down, but thankfully, not my soda as well. Some of the spilled water got on my pants, but I didn't worry too much about it. Good thing the place wasn't exactly crowded either. I meant to order a refill of water, but the waiter instead gave me a second glass of soda.
Had four slices of my pizza (and I should note that it was about a third the size of a regular one), and then decided to save room for dessert. Yeah, at first, we were going to order dessert there, but then Aunt Marie offered to bring me to this ice cream place after we leave.
Aunt Marie and I went with Dad and my sister Marie to Walmart to buy birthday cards for Mom. Before we left, Dad told us about a bunch of safety hazards that people didn't really think about when he was a kid. First thing he mentioned was this bottle of mercury that Grandma let him and Aunt Marie play with. No joke! That even reminds me of when I was little, and would break glass thermometers just to have fun gathering the scattered mercury dots and merge them into slightly bigger and bigger dots. He also mentioned some other stuff, such as swimming in the dye pools near a lace factory, having to thin paint with gasoline without a gas mask, and having to climb in a wide but short oven only to have some jerkass newbie close the door on him for a prank.
People must've really wised up over the past 50 years. There's a reason why nowadays, employers of certain jobs are legally required to provide protective gear such as safety goggles, safety gloves, hard hats, and gas masks. You're also not allowed to hire minors to work at hazardous jobs such as testing chainsaws. As for that last thing in the previous paragraph... well, Dad did say that it's often better just to take a few laughs than to report someone for every little thing, but I'm sure that that wouldn't be the right choice to make if someone did anything dangerous like that.
Anyway, we got to the ice cream shop, and I ordered a hot fudge brownie. Aunt Marie ordered something each for Ray and David as well as for herself, and Dad and Marie each ordered something themselves. Ate most of my ice cream during the way home, but couldn't eat the last two bites. I was already tired and full at that point.
What happened, was that Marie actually did surprise Mom and Dad upon arriving, but I was already in bed and she didn't want to wake me up. Mom somehow thought that she was sleeping in the other bed in the same room as me, which would mean I already knew, but this wasn't the case. The previous day, she even told me that Marie wouldn't be able to come because of school and her job.
-----
All of us had plans to visit the Military Aviation Museum since the previous day. It wasn't due to open until 10 A.M., but I was kinda expecting to have to go with everyone shortly after that time. Wasn't until about 2 P.M. that we actually did go, and I didn't really get to do much in Pokemon Diamond, even though I did manage to finish what I needed to take care of in White. While we were still waiting for Brian and Kelly to arrive, I did play some rounds of canasta with Mom, Marie, Aunt Marie, and Grandma.
-----
Right before we left, Brian asked me to write down a comprehensive list of instructions for an actual game version of Parasitic Trio, so that he and his friends could program it for me. I considered whether or not such a game should be made, but decided that it would be much more practical to have an assortment of mini-programs to decide the outcomes of most variables.
Well, even though an actual game might seem more practical in theory, in practice, there would still be problems. For one thing, Parasitic Trio is something where time is much more realistic and has much more of an impact on the plot, and where the would-be gameplay and cutscenes will merge to become one and the same for the final product. Even though the main characters are going to follow the same set of rules for most variables, they are supposed to have control themselves on where they go at any given time (not making an artificial sidetrip somewhere to get an item or some experience or whatever) and how they conduct battles. Battles themselves are also to be free of all limitations, and moves will be a lot more intricate than even in the games. Let me also mention that in this ficseries, Pokemon will not need to forget moves just to learn other moves, and if they can learn one artificial move (TM, HM, or tutored move) by default, plus one more for every ten levels they gain or each time they evolve, and can even move around freely, then even a keyboard would be insufficient to program all those commands without either stopping time to select a move or entering a combination of keys or buttons to execute a move.
Brian did take my word for it, but did suggest that I learn how to use something like CoffeEmacs so that I could program my own operations. I might take some time to learn something like that, depends on how busy I am with Japanese and actually plotting stuff in Parasitic Trio after I complete Pokemon Diamond.
-----
So anyway, we went to the museum finally. David and Ray were busy with something back at the house, so they didn't bother coming with us. When we got there, we went on this tour throughout several small buildings, where someone showed everyone all these plane models and even a bunker that was supposed to be movable, before we all went back to the main building and just looked around there.
To be honest, none of the exhibits really stood out enough for me to comment on, but there are two unrelated things I'd like to mention.
First, is someone's shirt from the tour. It read:
This is your brain. (Above a helmet of the Washington Redskins.)
This is your brain on drugs. (Above a Dallas Cowboys helmet.)
Any questions?
This is a public service message.
The other thing... Noticed someone named Richard Baer referred to as "the last commander of Auschwitz" on one of the holocaust posters. Actually, this pertains more to Monster Collection Chronicles, in which that became the name of the pirate captain belonging to the Red Mask organization. Baer is a German name? I thought it was Dutch. Count Collection (a canon character) is already German, w/ his real name being Rudove Bresto Minechtine (at least according to the dubbed MCK manga).
(More on that another day, unless Chelle or anyone else decides to ask.)
-----
Instead of the Golden Corral this time around, we had decided to eat dinner at this restaurant called Brutti's for Mom's birthday. Oh well. Gotta admit that ice cream was always the highlight of going to GC, but then again, Mom did tell me not too long ago that ice cream is usually better with just one or two toppings instead of a whole handful.
Right before we left, Marble escaped through the front door of Aunt Marie's side of the house, and Mom, Dad, David, and Ray had to stay behind to round him up. It took until some time after we settled into the restaurant before Aunt Marie heard back from them on her cell phone. Mom and Dad had decided to come join us, but David and Ray were already tired from the ordeal and decided just to heat something up at home.
Soon as Mom and Dad joined us, I ordered a pepperoni pizza. When the waiter came with it, he accidentally knocked over my water glass while trying to set it down, but thankfully, not my soda as well. Some of the spilled water got on my pants, but I didn't worry too much about it. Good thing the place wasn't exactly crowded either. I meant to order a refill of water, but the waiter instead gave me a second glass of soda.
Had four slices of my pizza (and I should note that it was about a third the size of a regular one), and then decided to save room for dessert. Yeah, at first, we were going to order dessert there, but then Aunt Marie offered to bring me to this ice cream place after we leave.
Aunt Marie and I went with Dad and my sister Marie to Walmart to buy birthday cards for Mom. Before we left, Dad told us about a bunch of safety hazards that people didn't really think about when he was a kid. First thing he mentioned was this bottle of mercury that Grandma let him and Aunt Marie play with. No joke! That even reminds me of when I was little, and would break glass thermometers just to have fun gathering the scattered mercury dots and merge them into slightly bigger and bigger dots. He also mentioned some other stuff, such as swimming in the dye pools near a lace factory, having to thin paint with gasoline without a gas mask, and having to climb in a wide but short oven only to have some jerkass newbie close the door on him for a prank.
People must've really wised up over the past 50 years. There's a reason why nowadays, employers of certain jobs are legally required to provide protective gear such as safety goggles, safety gloves, hard hats, and gas masks. You're also not allowed to hire minors to work at hazardous jobs such as testing chainsaws. As for that last thing in the previous paragraph... well, Dad did say that it's often better just to take a few laughs than to report someone for every little thing, but I'm sure that that wouldn't be the right choice to make if someone did anything dangerous like that.
Anyway, we got to the ice cream shop, and I ordered a hot fudge brownie. Aunt Marie ordered something each for Ray and David as well as for herself, and Dad and Marie each ordered something themselves. Ate most of my ice cream during the way home, but couldn't eat the last two bites. I was already tired and full at that point.