shaver

Got up around 5:30 this morning, and did a bit of reading for work before I fixed up the WarCry stalker to remove duplicate post entries and load in some data from an archive of ancient board posts. I’m not sure how interested I am in Shadowbane as a game anymore, but helping out the WarCry folks is always fun.

Peter and I wrestled with some major reorganization of the client, connection and recovery structures, in further preparation for the glorious day when a server will look down upon a slow or otherwise uncooperative client and say, in a deep and authoritative voice, “you lose”. I was a little confused for a while, but then Peter gave me some clues. Or, if not clues proper, things that I can assemble into clues, or perhaps barter for clues on the grey market.

I played some Quake with the crew here today, and while I had a good first round against the bots, I think Fixy was pretty disappointed with my performance as his Rocket Arena teammate. He might be looking for a replacement now.

I hunger, but I really want to get more of this structure reorganization done before I lose the precious, precious state that’s tenuously attached to my brain. And yet, hunger is making it hard to concentrate. I cannot, under any circumstances, win.

And I need to watch Sexy Beast before my seven-day rental runs out. How can I not have made time in the last week? I’m such a moron.