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Oh, How I Myst You

Today, I finally did something I’ve been meaning to do for years. Something that, time and again, has slipped out of my grasp for one reason or another. Today, I have finally beaten Myst.

Myst and I go way back. It’s one of those games that’s captivated my imagination, on and off, since its release over twenty years ago. It’s also been tantalizingly out of my grasp for much of that time. I can’t fully recall, but for one reason or another I didn’t play it when it originally came out. Maybe it was my family’s lack of computer (we started with Windows 3.1), or the fact that I wasn’t big into PC gaming yet. But for the longest time, all I could remember about the game was an image of a rocket ship, perched on its side and shrouded in mist. I even forgot the game’s name.

That's the one.

That’s the one.  A;though I seem to remember more fog. (via Let’s Play Archive)

 

Aside: for those of you who don’t know, Myst was a point-and-click adventure game released back when CD-ROM drives were first becoming popular. You wander through scenic vistas, solving puzzles and using books to travel to other fantastical Ages. The graphics were pre-rendered, with live-action actors spliced in from time to time. While they may not have aged well, they were amazing at the time. You wander these places largely alone, with no direction or tutorial to point you in any sort of direction.

Years later, with appropriate Internet access, I rediscovered the game. I even came across an old copy in the “free” bin at my local library. I was elated! I rushed home, plugged it in to my laptop and… discovered it was incompatible. Apparently my version of Windows was too new; but hey, I got a cool strategy guide as well, so that had to count for something, right?

Eventually I did find a copy of Myst: Masterpiece Edition that would run on my computer. But for one reason or another, I can’t remember if I ever beat the game. Then the discs went missing, never to be found again. I also received a copy of Myst III: Exile as a birthday present, but got stymied in the puzzles, and have also never completed it. Such was my lot in life, it seemed.

But then I picked up yet another copy, realMYST, during the (still ongoing) GOG Summer Sale and finally sat down to play it. And guess what? I finally worked my way through it! Not only that, but I managed to play and finish a game I bought! I do remember the game being more difficult, however. Maybe it’s just that I’ve played it before and thus have some recollection of what to do with the puzzles. Or maybe I’m just older now, and the logic seems less obtuse. It was fun to have to keep notes on a scratch sheet, though. A real blast from the past.

If this was a review, I guess this is where I would say you should definitely check out Myst. If you haven’t already, that is. But this post was not really a review, is it? It was more of a look into the past, a brief overview of my interactions with a game over the years. I’m not sure it’s what I had in mind when I started, but then again, I’m not sure what I set out to say. If you take anything away from this post, I guess it could be this: Myst is a fun game that still manages to hold up after two decades. It can be beaten in about a day, and if you decide to play it, do yourself a favor and avoid walkthroughs. Take the time to enjoy the virtual sights and sounds.

Now, on to Riven!

I Said No Today

This week has been pretty hellish at work. There’s been too much to do and not enough people to do it. My manager has been stressed out, which in turn puts me in a not-so-great mood. Oh, and my availability isn’t being honored. Again. Needless to say, morale is low.

Since the new store manager arrived a year or so ago, we’ve been facing what I can only think of as an austerity approach. My manager has ended up having to stock the department by herself, even though that was supposed to be a temporary thing. She’s also been told not to combo-schedule people from early mornings to the sales floor for most of the week, which makes it hard for me to get the hours I want/need. Whenever there’s a shortfall in another department’s stocking ability, it seems that ours is the one that gets picked from.

This has resulted in the lack of any significant safety margin, meaning that things are stretched so thin that if anything goes wrong, the results could be catastrophic. Need to do a big move and stock a bunch of product? Choose one, because you can’t do both with one set of hands! It’s also making it difficult to keep up with tasks like organizing valuable merchandise for pickup. After all, it’s kind of hard to spend a significant amount of time off the sales floor if your usual help isn’t there.

Couple these with the fact that there seems to be at least one key person on vacation all the time and you can see how exhausting work would get. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being given impossible tasks and not enough time to complete them.

Which brings me to the title of today’s post. Normally, I’ve been happy to stay and work extra hours when asked; my meager paycheck can definitely use the boost. But I’ve been feeling less and less helpful lately (being forced to work during the few times you’re unavailable, having it implied that it’s your fault it’s not being honored, and being generally overtaxed does not exactly instill company loyalty). So inevitably, I was asked to stay a full eight hours today. But whereas my usual response is something along the lines of “I guess I can stay if I need to,” today I actually said “No.”

I don’t know about you, but that’s a pretty big deal for me. Normally I’m all too eager to please others, often to my own detriment. I also could have used the money (not being combo’d did a number on my hours this week). But I decided that my mental health was more important than any benefit that the company might have gained from my presence there. After all, I can’t make their problems (under-staffing, etc.) my problems. That sort of thing is way above my pay grade.

So what have I been learning? I’m coming to realize that working retail is not the two-way flow of loyalty I naively assumed it was. If you let them, the company will take and take and take until you’re nothing more than a desiccated, lifeless husk. They don’t care about you. To them, you are nothing more than a meat popsicle, a cog in the machine that prints them money.

And if they’re not going to be loyal, then I see no reason to be either.

Now With More Filler!

I don’t know what to write about today.  I’m tired.  I’m a bit too warm.  And the afternoon has gotten away from me.  So I’m just gonna head on out, run some errands, and try to enjoy myself at fighter practice.  I’ll leave this here, because it creeps me out:

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!1!!11!!!ONE!!

Hopefully your night ends up more productive.

Yay, I Did Stuff!

I was actually productive today! Yesterday may have been a wash, but – no, scratch that. Yesterday I did a very good job of not feeling bad for doing nothing. But today, I was almost disciplined and crap. I came home, sat at my computer, and the next thing I knew it was after 2pm and I had forgotten to eat lunch.

What did I do? Well, I ended up redoing my resume. The one I’ve been sending out to companies is something I hodgepodged together in LibreOffice, and while it got the job done, it wasn’t exactly elegant. It was filled with odd formatting, like empty lines in 4-point font and other hacks to get the look right, all while staying on one page.

But I remembered that I had access to InDesign, the desktop publishing part of the Adobe Creative Suite. Then I realized that I could probably do a much better job using the proper tools for the job, to say nothing of getting in some practice on a program I advertise myself as knowing. So I sat down at the computer, avoided Facebook and Tumblr, and got to work.

And it was really quite fun. Even more so when I took the time to do things properly, setting up appropriate paragraph and character styles and everything. Sure, I could have probably done it faster. But that wasn’t the only purpose of this exercise. The others were a) to feel useful and b) to brush up on using the program.

Was this work that needed to be done? Probably not, regardless of how good an idea it may be in the long run. But it was a fairly easy project, self contained, that let me ease back into being creative and making design decisions. Or so I keep telling myself.

So I now have a spiffy new resume. It looks pretty much exactly like the old one. But I’m okay with that. And yes, it’s late and I don’t know what else to write about. But this beats complaining about work or pining over a job application.

The Summer Sales Are Upon Us

Repent! The hour of doom is at hand! Creeping through the darkness, They will come. Come for your wallet. Come for your free time. Come for your self-discipline. It is fruitless to resist! Join Them, for this is the season of our undoing!

In other news, there’s a bunch of video game summer sales going on right now.

I’ve written about this before, and if you’ve read my past musings on the matter of deep discounts and bundle sales, especially when combined with limited durations, you may realize how tough this time of year can be for my budget. To make matters worse (in a wholly “first world problem” way, I will readily admit), there are not one, but two different gaming services having sales right now. With discounts anywhere from 50% to 80% off. That’s danger territory for me, as it’s much easier to drop a couple bucks on something that looks slightly interesting than it is when at full retail price.

Oh, and to make matters worse, one of my friends got me a Steam gift card for my birthday. Cursed be his name, vile black-hearted enabler.

It is interesting, how different companies take different approaches to the same basic idea. Steam sticks with their usual method, having daily featured deals supported by shorter duration flash sales and community-voted specials. It’s a tried and true method, and oh boy does it work. I haven’t spent that much more than my gift card so far, but the week is young.

GOG , on the other hand, has done something interesting. They have two featured bundles every day, and then a bunch of two-hour deals running concurrently. But they’ve thrown in a twist: you can see what games will be selected for the two-hour deals before they go on sale. It’s quite effective at bringing you back to the site several times a day. I have noticed them start to repeat, though, which kind of cuts back on the “I must buy this now” effect.

What have I written about today? I don’t know. The afternoon got away from me, and not just because I kept checking sale pages. I also binged on some video games, thank you very much. And yes, I’ve been buying stuff. Not too much, so far, but then again I’m not exactly keeping meticulous records. I am at least trying to resist buying games that my computer can’t run. After all, if a game is popular enough to go on sale once, it will likely happen again further down the line. You know, whenever I finally get around to upgrading/building my own PC.

Whenever that may be.

That Was Fast

Have you ever had an experience where you decide do do something, and then all of a sudden things start lining up and progressing, often before you’re even ready? Well, I had an interview today.

I don’t want to say much about it, in case it doesn’t pan out (like the others I’ve had). But it’s thrown me for something of a loop, since I had to shift from “Yeah, I have an architecture degree that I’m not using” to “ZOMG ARCHITECTURE LOOK AT MY PORTFOLIO!!!1!” in about 24 hours. Including sleeping time.

So whereas I was planning to write a blog post or two, or maybe start redesigning my portfolio after work yesterday, instead my time has been spent more or less mainlining information about the firm, my own work, and the four years of education that hopefully still lie dormant within my gray matter.

It’s been an interesting experience, to say the least. One that has left me rather fried. I spent a lot of the past day oscillating between wanting to get excited about being able to finally escape retail and not wanting to get my hopes up too much in order to shorten the time I spend in a depressed malaise if it doesn’t pan out.

And yet…

And yet this seems like a really cool firm. Several of my fellow students are already working there. It would be so nice to be able to finally move away from retail, to say nothing about finally getting my foot in the door of the architecture world. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t help but get excited about that.

Wish me luck.

A New Start?

As I’m sure many of you know, I’m not exactly happy or content with my current job situation. I have two degrees, and yet find myself working part time in retail, stocking shelves and attending to customers. This is not what I’ve been trained for, and definitely not what I want out of my life. But rather than complain and gripe yet again about my situation, I come to you today to tell you that I have (at the risk of sounding grandiose) taken my first steps in a while to digging myself out of the hole I have stumbled in.

Today, I start looking for architecture jobs again.

What motivated this, you may ask? Well, the jerking around I’ve been getting at work definitely had something to do with it. But I also finally got around to meeting with the internship coordinator at my former school. We had a good discussion, about what I can do to increase my chances of getting a job in architecture.

It’s not going to be easy, of course. In fact, it’s probably going to take a lot of soul-searching and hard work on my part. And while I’m feeling pretty motivated right now, I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to sustain that drive after a little time has passed, or when The Funk comes slouching home again.

And so I’m putting this out there, my intention to finally find a job in architecture. By doing so, I hope that I can somehow make it a real thing, or at least a project that other people know exists. I’ve found that far too many things are easy to start and set aside after a little while, especially if no one knows about it. So I give you permission, my dear friends and readers, to pester me, to ask for updates and details, to help me make sure I stay on task. If being held accountable to some outside party is the only way I can motivate myself, then so be it. Let’s try it, and see how it works. I don’t quite believe all these words yet, but hopefully that too will change.

What’s the worst that could happen, right?

Hot Sulphur Springs

So why wasn’t there a post on Friday? Well, because my girlfriend and I were out of town. We had somehow ended up in the possession of a free weekend, one where I didn’t have to work and where there wasn’t a local SCA event. So what did we do? We went to enjoy some hot water!

We ended up spending the weekend at Hot Sulphur Springs, a natural hot spring about two hours away from Denver. We drove up Friday afternoon, and came back late Sunday morning. In between, we didn’t do a whole lot of anything aside from soaking in one of the resort’s wide selection of pools in varying temperatures.

The resort is set up as a series of small pools, ranging in temperature from 98°F to 112°F, with most hanging in the 106°-107° range. The water is quite mineral-enriched, and ranges from clear to cloudy. The pools are generally small enough (and there are enough of them) so that, even though they are open to the air and boardwalk access, they can feel quite private. We very rarely had to share anything but the largest pools, and even then, the other people were friendly. It was relatively uncrowded except for Saturday afternoon, which we guessed was a result of hikers and mountain bikers coming in off the trail for a quick soak.

When I first started researching this spring, I was a little concerned by the mixed reviews on sites like Yelp. But after my experience there, I can’t help but wonder if the reviewers just didn’t understand what “natural hot spring” entailed. No, it wasn’t a day spa at the Hilton. No, it wasn’t Ten Thousand Waves. The water was cloudy, and there were the occasional sulfurous floaty bits in the pools. There was algae, and an infernal stink permeated the air. But that’s what you get when you take a source of hot mineral water and pump it into pools.

The rooms we stayed in were also quite enjoyable. Sure, the “queen” bed was more like a double, but the room was clean, warm, and even had its own bathroom. There is an active train line that runs through town, so the night was punctuated with the occasional loud horn, but it was easy enough to roll over and go back to sleep. There also isn’t much in the way of services in the nearby town; while the milkshakes from the shack down the road were indeed tasty, we ended up driving the 10 or so miles into Granby for dinner both nights.

If I had one complaint (aside from the aforementioned trains), it would be the mosquitoes. This may be a personal problem, but mosquitoes love me. In fact, if there are any in the area, my getting bitten is pretty much a foregone conclusion. I concede that they probably do try to keep the population down with spraying, but however inevitable this sort of thing is around standing water, it was rather annoying. After dinner Friday night, we headed back out to the water, and actually had to go inside after an hour of attempting to fend off the little buggers.

But overall, I can heartily recommend Hot Sulphur Springs. The water was warm, the prices were reasonable, and the facilities provided quite the beautiful views of the surrounding mountains. We may try to head back later in the year, as I can only imagine how enjoyable it would be to soak in hot water up to your chin while snow gently falls from above.

This Post Does Not Exist

There’s not going to be much of a post today.  Let’s just say that having to start work at noon really puts a crimp in my usual work flow.  At least, that’s the excuse I’m using for why I ended up having only 5 minutes to write a post, pack a lunch and get dressed.  I did get some good time in on Spore, though, so that’s something.

I’m sure you can fill in the blanks of this post yourself.  If not, here’s some prompts:

  • I’m tired
  • I hate my job
  • I’m overly concerned about something I’ve been thinking too much about lately
  • I don’t know what to write
  • Video games are fun
  • I feel bad for taking care of myself, and am trying to work through it in writing.
  • Half-thought-out philosophical musings

That should cover the bases of my usual writing, right?  And yes, it’s supposed to be tongue-in-cheek: if you can’t laugh at yourself, you end up missing a lot of jokes.

Oh, and there might not be a post tomorrow, either.  Depends how the day’s relaxing goes.

Writing, Writing, Blah Blah Blah

It’s been a weird week. I keep feeling like it should be later than it is, like Monday was Tuesday, or that I should have gone to fighter practice last night. Needless to say, it’s been weird.

This happens to me sometimes, but I have no idea why it happened this week. Maybe it was the weekend? I did go to an SCA event at 9,000 feet, running around and generally gasping for oxygen that wasn’t there. And I did have to work in the morning beforehand. Hrm.

In case you couldn’t tell, I have no idea what I want to write about today. But, it’s getting to be that time where I need to write something before I get dinner and head to practice. So perhaps I should have called this a “Bad ADD Week” instead of just a Bad ADD Day.

What did I do today? I’m not really sure. I worked; we had visitors from corporate come to our store, so the management was running around trying to get everything just so in time for their visit. I sanded; I made progress on the camp bench I made… way too long ago. Don’t worry, I laid a tarp down on the basement floor, and my girlfriend said it was okay. I re-installed Spore, a galactic life simulator from the maker of SimCity; this was more of an ordeal than you might think, since the game lets you create content (creatures, buildings, spaceships, etc.) and doesn’t really seem designed to be uninstalled. I ended up having to pull stuff off my old laptop hard drive, the one that’s failing. There may or may not have been some rounds of Giant Boulder of Death mixed in as well (there were). Oh, and I checked Tumblr and Facebook!

Then suddenly, it was after 5pm.

So that was my day. Tweaking and tinkering and getting distracted. Oh, and writing, technically. It’s not much, but I’ve written today. Internal Monologue, the great and unstoppable Avatar of Guilt and Remorse has been silenced for now. It shall return, in all its squamous and decadent “glory,” but I will deal with that later. Right now, it’s time to go get myself a Frosty.

Chocolate, of course. I have yet to try a vanilla one, and barely acknowledge their existence.