This thing has recently made an appearance at OtherJob. It looks like it will be fun for littler kids who aren’t big enough for Dance Dance Revolution, plus it’s a ticket game, and the little ones always like ticket games.
I hate it to death. Every so often– I’m not sure exactly how often, because it seems specifically timed to the precise moment at which I forget that it’s in the room– it kicks into attract mode and yells “OH YOO-HOOOOO!” at me and makes me think there’s someone else here with me. We’ve hit the part of the year where I’m working solo again– this is my first Friday or Saturday night by myself since, probably, March or so– and I do not like the vidya gaemz screwing with my head. It yells something else after the yoo-hoo bit, but I absolutely cannot piece it together. It may not actually be English. I’m not sure. Point is, I don’t like it one bit.
Hmm. I feel like that’s not enough for a post.
I will probably, at some point tonight, put up a page in the banner about Skylights. And I may even work on the Benevolence Archives novel, which got shoved out of the way a little bit in all the finishing/editing/promo stuff for the other book. But I’m at a fun part, so once I get rolling I’m really gonna get rolling.
Go buy Skylights, is what I’m saying here.
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Maybe it’s haunted or possessed. Like my kids’ Elmo toy that suddenly giggled maniacally at 1am one night while I was on my laptop and NO ONE was in the lounge playing with it. It also said ‘Yippee ki-yay’ a lot.
My son has a couple of wooden alphabet and number puzzles that say things when you put the puzzle piece in place. The way they work is with a light sensor underneath the piece. So if he happens to leave his puzzle out with some pieces not in place, and you shut off the lights because you’re going to bed, THEY ALL GO OFF AT ONCE AND FREAK YOU OUT.
It’s not my favorite of his toys.