Normal warning: These posts are not to entertain. They’re to put a pin in my sanity. If you want funny, please head off to credit. Because honestly, nothing is funny anymore. Except Tiger King.
We’ve now been cooped up for three weeks. We’re bouncing off the walls.
What do you do when you are stuck inside, don’t want to spend any money, and you have nothing to do but hang out with your friends?
If you guessed gaming, you’re right!
This quarantine situation is not too unlike getting stuck in Bursley Hall (University of Michigan, North Campus) in the depths of winter when the wind chill is -20 degrees. You can go out if you want, but do you want to? Or you can hang out and game for 12 hours.
Sounds good to me.
We’re still working out the kinks of online D&D through Discord but so far, it’s not bad! The system is stable. The sound quality is good. The video is a little hit and miss. We might hop to Zoom to get more cameras and a bit better support.
We’re putting more gaming on the table than… maybe… since college? Maybe? It’s cheap, it’s social, it’s engaging, it’s fun, and it’s a thing to do. It’s the perfect quarantine activity.
Vox has a nice, thoughtful article on gaming during the apocalypse.
Also, for those who think D&D is too nerdy, Tabletop Simulator is half off on Steam. Although the board games are all pay-for DLC, so if you want to play the Tiny Epic games, you’ll need to pay for them. It’s not a bad deal and it does online co-op. Although we’ve had terrible luck with voice chat through Steam, and recommend using Discord instead.
A couple of Saturday quick hits:
- I finally got some real sleep last night. I’m enjoying the feeling of being rested. I know it won’t last — who knows when I’ll sleep through the night again. But it feels good now.
- It’s nice out, and I need to go out and weed. The weed are trying to eat the perennials.
- I’ve sort of fallen off all my hobbies. All I want to do when I sit down is read or play video games. That’s my default right now. What do I want to do? Nothing.
- We’re going to watch Onward tonight. We would have seen it in the theater but, you know.
Not much going on. Everything outside the house is bad right now. We’re having a 9/11 every 48 hours. I’m trying not to think about that.
I saw this lovely parable and I’ll leave it here.
The old farmer said, “Well, as I see it, Donald Trump is like a ‘post tortoise.'” Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a ‘post tortoise’ was.
The old farmer said, “When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a tortoise balanced on top, that’s a post tortoise.” The old farmer saw the puzzled look at the doctor’s face so he continued to explain. “You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, he’s elevated beyond his ability to function, and you just wonder what dumb ass put him up there in the first place.”