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phosfateStill working on cleaning the soda out of the fridge. It's not that it's stubborn or sticky, it's that the kitchen is very, very small, as is the sink. So I have to disassemble the fridge innards piece by piece, haul them to the bathtub, and wash them in there. Crispers are quite large once you free them from their fridgey confines.
I did discover that most of the soda had drained into the back, where it has formed a rather striking sugar-free waterfall. Happily, I own many hammers.
I'm sure there's an easier way, but, well, we can't all be brainy like Fern here.
Meanwhile, the new crop of school supplies has appeared in stores. This always makes me strangely happy, even though I have no practical use for most of it. Target has some nifty composition books featuring Hello Kitty and, swear to God, Domo-kun.
I am spending too much time playing a game called Monarch: The Butterfly King, from Best Buy's cheapass software rack. The cover blurb says it's a mystical adventure in which you glide through majestic Celtic ruins, rescuing rare butterflies. In reality, it's a matching game rather like Bejeweled, except with flowers. Yawn, you say -- except that the flowers fucking explode when you match them up, and if you get enough matches in a cascade, there appears a bottle of 'magic potion.' Which also explodes, sometimes with enough force to clear the entire board. Imagine playing mah-jongg with gelignite tiles, and it will give you an idea.
The Butterfly King himself, who spends the game hovering over to one side in his little crown and knickerbockers, is a spooky, death-mask-faced little bastard. I really feel no compulsion to help him, but the massive explosions are more than enough to keep me going.
Plus the background music is a lounge-y pastiche of It's a Beautiful Day's "White Bird." It is simultaneously hilarious and intent on driving the player to suicide. Bravo, game designers. Bravo.
I did discover that most of the soda had drained into the back, where it has formed a rather striking sugar-free waterfall. Happily, I own many hammers.
I'm sure there's an easier way, but, well, we can't all be brainy like Fern here.
Meanwhile, the new crop of school supplies has appeared in stores. This always makes me strangely happy, even though I have no practical use for most of it. Target has some nifty composition books featuring Hello Kitty and, swear to God, Domo-kun.
I am spending too much time playing a game called Monarch: The Butterfly King, from Best Buy's cheapass software rack. The cover blurb says it's a mystical adventure in which you glide through majestic Celtic ruins, rescuing rare butterflies. In reality, it's a matching game rather like Bejeweled, except with flowers. Yawn, you say -- except that the flowers fucking explode when you match them up, and if you get enough matches in a cascade, there appears a bottle of 'magic potion.' Which also explodes, sometimes with enough force to clear the entire board. Imagine playing mah-jongg with gelignite tiles, and it will give you an idea.
The Butterfly King himself, who spends the game hovering over to one side in his little crown and knickerbockers, is a spooky, death-mask-faced little bastard. I really feel no compulsion to help him, but the massive explosions are more than enough to keep me going.
Plus the background music is a lounge-y pastiche of It's a Beautiful Day's "White Bird." It is simultaneously hilarious and intent on driving the player to suicide. Bravo, game designers. Bravo.
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Date: 2008-07-17 11:33 pm (UTC)At least not exploded by exploding lightnings...? (I'm really glad about that, BTW.)
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Date: 2008-07-18 01:20 pm (UTC)