Shelly’s got her Internet radio station playing, and a very strange mix of a VNV Nation song just came on, which reminded me I wanted to show this to datan0de:
I’ve been head-down in a major rewrite of my sex game Onyx for the past several weeks, and have had time for nothing–I mean nothing–else. I’ve fallen into the habit of bringing my laptop with me on my lunch break every day and coding while I’m eating.
The downside is that I’ve been having conversations like this lately:
Shelly: I’m horny!
Me: Can’t sleep…can’t eat…can’t fuck…must….code!
The upside is that the game is turning out major kick-ass, and is so much better than the current version that I’m almost embarrassed by the current version. (By the way, datan0de, I’ve implemented all of your suggestions from your last round of alpha testing, and found the crashing bug you reported… I have a new build ready for testing if you guys are up for it!)
It’s been almost five years since the last time I worked on Onyx, and I have piles and piles of small pocket-sized spiral notebooks (some of which date back to 1993) filled with notes, ideas, game actions, kinky sex ideas, and so on all pertaining to the game. I dug them out and have been flipping through them as I work, and I’ve found all kinds of things scribbled in the margins that don’t have any bearing on Onyx at all but must’ve caught my attention:
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
The secret to a great friendship is to have lots of fears in common.
Feminists fuck better.
People who make their own beds seldom want to sleep in them.
Every man is the creature of the age in which he lives; very few are able to raise themselves above the ideas of the time.
Belief in a cruel God makes a cruel man.
Today, we’re taking some time off to go to Busch Gardens. When we get back, time to code some more.