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Visiting The Lake House

May 31, 2010 in Blogs

There’s something rattling around in my head that I’m supposed to mention in this Blogless Lepolt entry, but it’s not surfacing.  I do remember that I posted the latest Examiner temporal anomalies article which begins the new series, The Lake House part 1:  a romantic fantasy.  I managed to finish the series over the weekend, including adding an entry I felt was necessary in the middle.  It makes it an odd number of entries, but perhaps we’ll get another question before we’re finished, and I have a couple question articles to finish anyway.

It’s not been a good day, and I’m late and it’s tired, as I often say, but let me see what I can finish.

–M. J. Young

Embarrassed Apologies

May 30, 2010 in Blogs

I do not yet have an explanation, and do not know whether I shall receive one.  I invited at least hundreds of people to listen to our show on the web, to tune into Lift-FM’s webcast of the concert.  They had sent an announcement to the effect that they would be airing the portion of the concert in which the opening acts all performed.  Last night, they aired part of it–beginning about three quarters of an hour into the show, somewhere in the middle of the fourth act.  We were the third.

It might be that they had technical difficulties with the recorder and did not have any of the concert prior to that.  It might be that those technical difficulties were nothing more severe than that the sound tech neglected to start the recorder.  I plan to drop a note to the station and ask, but the last note I dropped to the station has not yet been answered.

So to anyone who tuned in to hear us and was disappointed, I apologize.  I will seek to determine whether they actually do have a copy of our performance or not, and what can be done to provide it to interested fans.

–M. J. Young

Guaranteed Results

May 27, 2010 in Blogs

I’m not yet quite finished with the analysis of The Lake House, but I wouldn’t start an Examiner temporal anomalies series mid-week anyway so today I’m answering another reader question in Temporal Theory questions from Jeff.  Jeff asked about variants of replacement theory in which particular types of outcomes are guaranteed–in particular, when your changes don’t change the things that “matter” (killing Hitler doesn’t prevent the war or the Holocaust), or when changes are always for the worse, or always for the better.  All of these smack of providence, but the article addresses that.

Meanwhile, Eric Ashley’s new Cereal Novel series continues with a portrait of a very disoriented dimensional traveler in Cereal Novel:  You Elsewhen Ch. 2, listed under blogs instead of articles.  The world is weird, and the visitor has been noticed.

I have noticed that it might be a good day for swimming, and the pool looks promising.  On the other hand, a large load of strawberries has just arrived, and although I have neither shortcakes nor cream (whipped or heavy) I do have some peach “frozen dairy dessert” (I’m not certain why it is not labeled “ice cream”, but it is a good brand and it tastes creamy and peachy), which would be a great combination if I can get the strawberries washed.  I’m partial to strawberries, particularly with peaches or pineapple and especially all three together, although pineapple does not go as well with cream as the others do–although I recently enjoyed fresh strawberries with canned peaches and canned pineapple over pudding that was either vanilla or banana (sometimes hard to tell with pudding), and it was good enough to explain why some people think fruit is dessert.

I obviously got shorted on sleep last night–my own fault, stayed up too late doing too little.  I seem to be rambling.  Perhaps, then, I should ramble over to the discussion forum and see what’s happening in the games.

–M. J. Young

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by Tadeusz

Cereal Novel: You Elsewhen Ch. 2

May 26, 2010 in Blogs

Johnny’s Omie. Incredibly inedible eggs. A bill  for 17.34 <) sitting on a clear resin table the size of an unfolded newspaper.

You spin to the pudgy bewigged waitress and offer her good American legal tender. She takes it, and then babbles negatively at you, handing it back. Her words have some sort of form, or rhythm that almost makes sense.

She’s back behind the counter. You only ate one bit of the parsnip omellete you reason as you try to justify yourself to yourself.

A quick step over sticky tiles in orange and blue, and you hit the exit bar on the glass door. It hardly budges, and you see the magnet in the bar. Muscle versus magnetism is not a fair fight.

Desperate you spin to the waitress. Her smug look turns to fear, and her arm under the counter retreats to her side. Unsure what she saw, you spin back and exit Johnny’s Omie at high speed, and tumble headlong over a baby carriage carrying something doglike with long yellow fur.

It yaps at you.

“Watch it punk.”

Fleeing, you bounce up in the street, and avoid looking at the lady in the pantsuit who is pushing the madness inspiring dog thing.

Dodging across the street at tri-wheeled cars whip around you in uncanny short turns accompanied by tweeting of whistles, you reach the other side of the street to see a man in a kilt who grasped your arm with a look of concern on his face.
Breaking free, you spring to the right, and head up an alley panting ferociously.

The alley is clean, and empty of human and other refuse. Following it, you outdistance the shouts.

Slowing, you pant as big, fat , warm drops drop from the ring-lined sky. A flicker to your right. You spin, and it jerks back from the passage it had just crossed.  A black and white miniature helicopter, two stubby wings, dual spinning blades, the whole thing a foot long peered its front black sphere camera at him.

“Do not move, citizen.” A mechanical voice chirped from the wobbling little remotely piloted vehicle.  More rain came, and you dodge left at its furthest push to the right. Up the alley you run as ‘phbbt’ and ‘phbbt’ resound behind you.

“Halt citizen.” Echoes up the alley behind you. Rain comes down harder, and you lurch right around a building. Song seems to build within the thunder. and you skid and skate through the puddles as your shirt gets totally wet.  But what harrasses you cripples the lightweight pursuit vehicle. The next corner is yours, and trailing farther away you hear the pursuing cry.

“Halt.” Its fainter.

A Good Day to Adapt

May 25, 2010 in Blogs

It is Tuesday, which no longer has the crushing workload it once had and so commended itself as an opportunity to do a bit extra.  I had drafted the second article in the Adapting series, the first which actually does any adapting, and so after a bit more cleanup and expansion than I had envisioned I posted it, Adapting Bujold’s Shards of Honor, which occasions announcing it here first and elsewhere momentarily.  This particular adaptation focuses on the string of events that comprise the plot, and how to connect a verser character to so complex a story without necessarily derailing it completely.  That is not what all of the stories will do, but seemed the critical question in this one; hopefully most referees can adapt most of the technological and body skills found in the story, and if not, well, we can talk about them more in the forum (follow the link for Discussion Forums if you don’t know where they are).

The moment I posted it, I went back to the main page and actually looked at it instead of simply clicking through it as I so often do and must have done today and perhaps yesterday, and noticed that yesterday Eric “Tadeusz” Ashley launched a new series himself, a serial novel cleverly named Cereal Novel.  I have already opened the article but not yet read it, but I’ve read his work before and his fiction is good and worth reading, so sight unseen I will ask site fans to support him by reading Cereal Novel:  You Elsewhen, the first chapter of what I’m sure is a promising new story.

I’ve also been doing a bit of music.  Baxter, my primary partner in Collision, came to me Sunday night and asked if we could cover a song.  I told him he knows how I feel about covers, but since maybe you don’t I’ll tell you how I feel about them (but don’t get me started on tracks).  If you’re going to do a song someone else has made popular, you are going to be compared to the original, and almost certainly at a disadvantage.  You should only do them if one of three things is true:

  1. You can do it so much better than the original that the comparison has to make you look good, or
  2. You can do it so completely differently from the original that it becomes apples and oranges and no one would try to compare the two, or
  3. You have an audience who will never have heard the original and so can’t make the comparison.

The first and third are both unlikely when working with a popular song in your own genre, so if I’m going to cover a song I go for the second.  In this case, though, it was a very unusual challenge.  See, the song is a “worship song”, and although “worship” doesn’t really mean that, “worship song” generally means a quiet gentle song through which deep emotions are expressed (where “praise song” generally means a fast, exciting song, although not as consistently).  Collision is a rock band; quiet gentle songs are not really our medium, but it is the worship aspect of this song that particularly caught his ear and I had to arrange it for a rock band without losing the worship aspect entirely, while still making it significantly different from the original.  Then, to complicate the challenge, right now our “rock band” is generally represented by us, that is, two acoustic guitars and one voice, and so I have to convert a worship song into a rock rendition and then adapt the rock rendition for an acoustic set.  When I realized it, I smiled sardonically.

And yesterday, as I was driving two hours with company and two hours without and had about five minutes in the middle to pick up a guitar amd make certain that what I was hearing in my head matched what my fingers were able to do, I wrote that arrangement.  Late last night and earlier today I put a bit of time into putting it “on paper”–actually, using a midi interfacing program to generate the two guitar and one vocal parts, play them back for myself and Baxter, and print sheet music on them.  Computers are wonderful; it probably would have taken me all day to do the papers by hand and a week to record it with a reel-to-reel deck by doubletracking.  Bax thinks he likes it, although he’s going to want to try actually playing the parts live before he commits.

I really am better at music than all this other stuff.  Ah, well, at least I can do the other stuff, too.

–M. J. Young

Adapting Bujold’s Shards of Honor

May 25, 2010 in Articles

In a previous article I introduced the concept for his series, in which I will consider books I have read and how to adapt them for use in games.  The first of these books has fallen into place somewhat randomly, as it was the book I had just finished reading when the idea was presented.  I do not expect future installments to be any more orderly.

The book was originally published as Shards of Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold, one of several books the author has written in her science fiction universe.  The copy I have is bound with a later title in the same series, the Hugo Award-winning Barrayar, under the collective title Cordelia’s Honor, which continues the story for the characters.  This analysis will address the first book as a stand-alone.

The challenge with this book is it is very much about the relationship between the protagonist and another major character, officers in the space fleets of two planets not exactly at war with each other but definitely on opposing sides of a conflict.  Circumstances force them together and they fall in love with each other, and the book shifts from the clash of enemy alien cultures akin to Enemy Mine to the star-crossed lovers of Romeo and Juliet, ultimately resolving with their marriage.  All this, though, is against a backdrop of political infighting and interplanetary war, which is where the external story lies.  The question is how to get the player character involved, and given the peculiarities of the story it would be extraordinarily difficult to replace either of the major characters with the player character.  There is, however, another way.

To get there, we need to establish the major events on a timeline.

The timeline begins with the fact that the government of Barrayar is planning an assault on Escobar, and in preparation for that they have stashed a supply cache on a planet that happens to be near several jump points to other planetary systems.  The government of Beta is unaware of the Barrayaran presence on the planet, and sends a scientific survey team to scout it and begin the process of cataloguing its life forms and features.  The Betan mission, under the leadership of Commander Cordelia Naismith, is camped on the planet.

Their presence as a survey team poses a threat to the intended surprise attack by the Barrayarans, and so a ship commanded by Captain Aral Vorkosigan has the job of eliminating the intruders by whatever means will prevent word of the Barrayaran presence from reaching Escobar.  Captain Vorkosigan leads a force to attack the Betans on the ground.  Unfortunately for him, certain factions see this as the perfect opportunity to execute a long-intended mutiny, stun and kill the captain and abandon his on the planet’s surface, framing the Betans.

It seems that the Betan survey teams are equipped only with stunners.  The Barrayarans have much more powerful weapons, but if they wish to get away with the mutiny they can’t use their weapons against their own captain, in case a later inquiry finds his body.

At the moment of the attack, Commander Naismith is out of camp with her geologist Dubauer on a survey.  Her first officer manages to draw fire to give the rest of the team time to board their ship and launch.  She hears the ruckus and rushes back to camp, too late to see the fight or join her crew, but she finds her first officer killed by nerve disruptor and gets a message to her second officer that he is to rush back home and report what happened–her ship can outrun but not outfight the Barrayarans.  She then sees a Barrayaran soldier, Sargeant Bothari, who fires a nerve disrupter at her.  Her geologist pushes her out of the way down a ravine, taking the shot himself but knocking her unconscious.

Bothari, who is a bit of a sociopath, was instructed to disembowel Vorkosigan to make it look like Betan work, but Vorkosigan is not only a captain and a former admiral, he is also a member of one of the noble houses of Barrayar.  Bothari would not lift his hand against the man without better cause.  Thus Aral Vorkosigan was stranded, but not executed.

Naismith awakens to find herself stranded with her severely injured geologist and the captain of the Barrayaran ship, who has all the weapons.  The camp has been reduced to slag; they are lucky to get any rations at all from the stores (they get a case of each of dehydrated oatmeal and bleu cheese salad dressing).  Captain Vorkosigan suggests that their only hope is to make the trek across the wilderness to what he calls a supply cache his people have on the planet, and he expects to take her as his prisoner but knows that he is going to have to work with her to get there.  She agrees to give her parole (that is, her promise not to attempt to escape) on the two conditions, first that they take her wounded geologist with them, and second that she be permitted first to bury her dead first officer.

They cover about forty kilometers per day for five days, and are at one point attacked by carnivores.  Along the way they bond.  Reaching the supply depot, Vorkosigan takes command, arrests those whom he believes to be complicitous in the mutiny, and retakes his own ship.  Koudelka appears here as the guard Vorkosigan can trust.  Securing the cache, which is much more a full-scale fleet depot, they then return to the ship.

He asks her to marry him before they leave the planet, but gives her time to think about it; she doesn’t answer at this point.

It is significant that at one point Bothari is assigned to guard and protect Naismith.  She treats him well, and he responds well to her treatment.

There are additional complications on the ship, in which Vorkosigan’s crew is still dealing with mutineers who have control of engineering and Naismith’s crew have managed surreptitiously to dock and board in a rescue effort.  Naismith manages formally to withdraw her parole, cleverly to defeat the mutineers to return full control of the Barrayaran ship to Vorkosigan, and surprisingly to escape with her crew.  End, part one.

Part two begins when the Barrayarans attack Escobar.  Now Commodore Aral Vorkosigan is not in charge of the attack, but has been given the position of organizing any necessary retreat.  Now Captain Cordelia Naismith is commander of a decoy ship, a small craft that has a top secret image projector that will cause enemy ships to detect and see a much larger battle cruiser nearby.  Her job is to come through the jump gate and lure the enemy after her so that Betan transport ships can deliver new equipment to the Escobar fleet, the plasma mirror field that reflects Barrayaran energy weapon attacks to hit their own ships.

There is a significant layer of political intrigue at this point.  Prince Serg Vorbarra’s father, the Barrayaran Emperor Ezar Vorbarra, has recognized that his son is not fit to lead the empire, and has determined that Serg and the war-hungry Admiral Vorhalas must be eliminated.  The purpose of the war from the Emperor’s point of view is to get these two men killed, leaving his grandson as heir to the throne; once that happens, Vorkosigan is supposed to return the fleet to base.  Before all of this happens, however, Cordelia Naismith’s ship is captured, and she is held prisoner.

Vorkosigan does not know this.  Vice-Admiral Vorrutyer is a sick pervert who regularly tortures and rapes female prisoners, and unaware of her identity he has her brought to his quarters.  He begins his torture by commanding his lackey to rape her; but the lackey is Bothari, and he recognizes her as Vorkosigan’s woman, who treated him well previously.  He thus refuses to harm her, and when Vorrutyer decides to assault her himself, Bothari executes him.  Vorkosigan arrives seconds later, figures out what happened, protects both Bothari and Naismith and reports the unexplained attack.  The ship is being searched, and Vorkosigan is under house arrest pending investigation, but the war continues and the Emperor’s plan works effectively, putting Vorkosigan in charge.  Naismith is moved to the brig and returned to Beta via Escobar in a prisoner exchange.  At first she is hailed as the hero who executed Vorrutyer and defeated the butcher Vorkosigan, and when she objects that they have everything wrong she is subjected to treatment to counter the brainwashing to which she was supposedly subjected.  She manages to escape and get to Barrayar, where she finally marries now Admiral Aral Vorkosigan, retired.  In the denoument, Vorkosigan is pressed by the Emperor into agreeing to act as regent for the four-year-old prince who will inherit the throne upon his imminent death, making Naismith Lady Cordelia Vorkosigan.

That’s the outline.  There are many side stories, including infants in artificial uterine devices (one of whom is Bothari’s), injury to Koudelka, the interaction of several other key characters, the fauna of the unnamed planet on which the story starts, all of which would require attention; I recommend that anyone intending to run this story read the book and have a copy handy for reference.  On the other hand, the plot just outlined may be sufficient to run something like the story for a verser.

The obvious starting point is that the verser will arrive on Vorkosigan’s ship shortly before the attack on the Betan exploratory team.  He will land in a secluded area moments before two men enter to discuss their planned mutiny.  Bothari should not be one of them, but they might mention their intent to order him to do the actual killing, one probably assuring the other that the sociopathic Bothari is reliable because he enjoys killing.

This puts the verser in a position of being a stowaway with information valuable to the captain.  It is unlikely to change anything, really.  If he contacts the captain, the captain will probably put him in the brig for safekeeping and lead the ground operation anyway; he has the awkward position that he can’t arrest senior officers for plotting a mutiny based on the word of a stowaway, but if he attempts to catch them in the act they may succeed all the same.  He can’t really take the stowaway with him, because on the one hand he can’t be certain the stowaway is not part of the plot, and on the other hand if the stowaway is present on the ground he makes too good a scapegoat for the mutineers to ignore.  Once the mutiny is successful, he will be questioned by first officer and acting captain Korabik Gottyan and political officer Radnov, attempting to learn which planetary government managed to smuggle him aboard and how it was done.  They might attempt to use a powerful truth drug to obtain the information from him, but his answers will undoubtedly confuse them.  When Vorkosigan returns, he will release the verser and question him in a more civilized fashion, and probably offer him a job.

If the verser is caught by the consipritors before he reaches the captain leaves the ship, they might decide to use him as a scapegoat.  The plan would be to kill the captain and frame the verser for the murder.  This seriously disrupts the story if it happens, but the captain is quite aware of the danger of mutiny and who is likely to be involved, so he will not be unprotected at any time.  It would be a very messy assassination, since they will have to deliver the verser to the scene before investigations begin, and kill any witnesses who could contradict their story.

If the verser hides on the ship through the events of the landing, he will have to stay hidden for a long time, at least until Cordelia’s rescue if he can find a way to escape with her crew, or possibly longer.  If at some point he escapes to one of the planets, the referee will have to play it by ear from there.

The alternate entry point is on the planet itself, probably setting his arrival at the point at which both Vorkosigan and Naismith are unconscious, the camp has been reduced to slag, and both landing parties have left.  The verser will have to explain himself somehow, as both captains would realize this was not a member of either crew (if only because he is out of uniform), but an extra hand on the journey would be welcome, and he could attach himself to either of the main characters if they all get through alive.  This requires more detailed information about the indigenous life of the planet, but makes more of the book’s adventure useful.  The interactions of the third character, though, will have to be carefully considered, as it is unlikely that Vorkosigan will be able completely to disarm the typical verser (we tend to carry some surprising weapons), particularly if the verser is already conscious when he revives.  On the other hand, if the verser arrives unconcious, Vorkosigan probably will have seen him arrive (stage one unconsciousness is brief), and will want an explanation for that sudden materialization.

In general, the plot tells you what will happen if the verser does not impact the story.  To the degree that the verser becomes involved, he derails aspects of it.  His direct involvement can be tracked by skill and attribute checks; his indirect involvement falls to general effects rolls.  The story reforms to the degree that he changes it, but remains the same where he does not.

The tech bias is clearly a high 14@, with interstellar travel a commonplace technology but no evidence of interdimensional work.  Although there are some unusual creatures on the first planet, nothing is outside the norm for earth normal body.  There is no evidence of psionics or magic in the book, but a low level high intensity bias in either or both of these would give the player character some options to make him exceptional, particularly if his tech and bod skills are not extraordinary.

Overall, tying the verser to Vorkosigan is the best play.  Naismith is the center of the action in the books, but her movements would prevent an unexplained outsider from tagging along.  Vorkosigan is in a position to name his own staff, and if the verser gets his approval he will remain connected to the story well into the next book.

The next book is a different problem, for a different article.

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by Tadeusz

Cereal Novel: You Elsewhen

May 24, 2010 in Articles

Chapter the First

Waking up, you open your eyes, and get to your feet. The rose-tinted concrete sidewalk under your feet parallels the blue line that borders the black asphalt road upon which three roller-balled mini-cars wheel silently. They seem to be electric cars, but perhaps not. The fluorescent green-yellow stop signs at the corner certainly catch your eyes as does the billboard for Kaintuck Broiled Chicken sold by the Major.

Of course, its flashy colors are competing with the bright red plaids of the men’s kilts and the white wigs of the women, and the jewelled necklaces of the children so that your eyes ache a bit from the profusion of color.

You lean your hand against a plastic telephone pole, and cover the laminated on poster for Beethoven Rap…with relief you stumble into Johnny’s Omie, and order the first thing on the menu, a two egg omelette with fried pureed parsnips and yak milk cheese as you try to absorb the weirdnesses of this new universe.

It doesn’t help when you see a newspaper on your tiny affixed to the wall table proclaiming in large type a disturbing message.

“Cubs Win Third Straight Superbowl.”

Three steps over to the counter for your ‘Javi’, and the stryofoam cup goes unthinkingly to your mouth. The scorch around your gums, and in a streak down your tongue and into your throat has you bite back a snarl. Looking with fury at the white pigtailed girl behind the counter who jabs at finger a sign high on the ridge between eaters and cookers you read.

“Javi is served 110 degrees copernican. It is hot. Enjoy as much as you want at your own risk.”

The look of bored unconcern on her pudgy face lets you know that lawsuits are no fear of hers.

How did you get here you wonder as you wobble back to your teeny-tiny seat even as the disgusting egg dish lands on your table. Struggling to eat some, but the burn abrasions from the coffee make it painful, you recall.

You were sitting at the laptop at work. New computers. Management finally sprang for something more modern than five years old.

Scriff Inside! The computer announced in its start-up sequence which was supposed to be something important. It was some new breakthrough which had juiced the speed of computers.

And then John, your co-worker came by with your cup of coffee seeing as it was his day to fetch the brew. He handed it to you. But not quite. The cup had slid from your hands, and you paused trying to reconstruct the memory.

Oh yes. It had fallen on your keyboard.

Then things got confused. John was shouting. Smoke. A great flash of white light.

And the weirdest dream. Orange tangerine grass and a giant clam the size of a car rolling over you. The sound of breaking twigs.

Uneasy, you pull up your shirt. There were no broken ribs, no crushed right arm. In fact, except for the burned mouth and the incipient panic attack, you felt pretty good.

But two questions occurred to you. How did you get here? And the check landed on your plate delivered by a gruff waitress. Just how were you going to pay for this?

A Couple Quick Announcements

May 24, 2010 in Blogs

I will be out the door in less than half an hour, and not back for a sixth of a day at best; but before I go I wanted to mention a couple things lest I forget.

The first is the latest of the Examiner temporal anomalies articles.  Having finished The Last Mimzy last week and getting no additional questions about it, I’ve turned my attention to a few backlogged questions that have been awaiting a chance to post, and so have offered Primer question 4:  multiple dimension theory 2, which addresses the question of why pure parallel dimension theory does not work in Primer.

In other news, some asked whether I could get them a recording of our recent Collision concert with WZFI Lift-FM.  The answer is still no, but that doesn’t mean you can’t here it–the station will be webcasting the local bands portion of the concert this coming Saturday night (May 29, 2010) at 9:00 Eastern Time.  You can hear it anywhere in the world by logging into the Lift FM website and clicking on the link to connect to their streaming audio webcast.  We were the third act in the lineup, and started playing about twenty minutes into the show for about ten minutes of the one and three quarter hour warm-up show, so depending on how much editing they do we should be on somewhere around twenty after nine.

I am going to attempt to record it, but don’t know how that will work, as I’ve not recorded anything online before and my computer has been giving me trouble of late; but Baxter is going to attempt to record it, too, so we’ve got an extra shot at success on that.

–M. J. Young

Not Really Delaying

May 20, 2010 in Blogs

Today I published a response to a question, or more accurately a challenging comment, which someone posted in response to the article about the Lewis Carroll Mimzy.  In it, I discuss how the Examiner temporal analyses are done and in what senses they are likely or unlikely.  Thus I invite you to read The Last Mimzy question 1:  probability of analysis.

I feel a bit like answering questions is a delaying tactic.  The analysis of The Lake House is not complete, and I do not know that it will be complete by Monday, and I won’t launch it without at least a complete draft of the full series.  Publishing answers to questions is one way to buy myself some time, and the fact is I have several more articles drafted as answers to questions I’ve not yet published.  But since I prefer to start new series on Monday and The Last Mimzy series was an odd number of articles (eleven) it makes sense to post an answer to a question to round out the two-per-week arrangement.  It also makes sense to use the lull between films to catch up some of those answers, although since two of them are about Primer (and I’ve at least another to write about that film) and the Primer articles always bring comments from the fans who think I’ve completely misunderstood the film I can expect to get some flack–er, feedback–on those which will require some time-consuming responses.  But it’s a trade-off, and probably I’ll gain more overall by stirring up the Primer audience a bit than I’ll lose by delaying The Lake House another week or so.

I neglected to announce via Twitter, MySpace, and Facebook the introductory article to the new Adapting series I posted yesterday.  Part of that is that I didn’t know quite what to say about it; part of it was that yesterday I thought I was overly busy until abruptly I was done, and I forgot about it until this morning, when I did not want yesterday’s Gaming Outpost article to interfere with today’s Examiner article.  If I remember, I’ll announce it tomorrow.  I’m not supposed to work on Saturday, but posting an article announcement in a few places wouldn’t be too serious an infringement.

So that’s what’s happening, and I just got flagged for an “emergency errand”, so I’d better go.

–M. J. Young

Adapting to a New Idea

May 19, 2010 in Blogs

In one sense, this post might be redundant.  I already mentioned that I was considering a new article series in which I would be adapting books I received into game materials.  In a sense, the point of this post is to mention that I had now done so.  The introductory article, Adapting Introduction, was posted moments ago.  Of course, that also means it appeared as the headline on the first page of the Gaming Outpost site, so if you’re a regular here you already know it, and if you’re not you probably aren’t reading this anyway.  However, announcing new articles is part of the purpose of this blog, so it doesn’t make sense not to announce it here even though logically you all already know it’s there.  Hey, I’ve overlooked new front page article announcements at times myself–there’s no guarantee you saw it when you got here today.

I’m working on a book right now that I think will be potentially interesting as a game setting.  We’ll see how it goes.

–M. J. Young