A Very Minecraft Birthday

It's not like I was late uploading these pictures. It's just that we were late having the birthday party.



Anyways, I don't much feel like giving a write-up, so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. And given the picture to word conversion ratio of 1:1000, I've technically given you 48,000 words about the party.

Quick Takes

The "I must post something or there'll be no entry for July in the Archives" edition.

Happy 33rd Birthday, Harry Potter!

In honor of his 33rd birthday, we present some titles from the forthcoming series Harry Potter and the Midlife Crisis:

• Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Gallstone
• Harry Potter and the Bedchamber of his Secretary
• Harry Potter and the Tax Auditor of Azkaban
• Harry Potter and the Urination of Fire
• Harry Potter and the Order of the Cholesterol Panel
• Harry Potter and the Rancorous Credit Card Debt
• Harry Potter and the Reliving of the Glory Days
• Harry Potter and the Ex-wife's New Husband
• Harry Potter and the Rising Hogwarts Tuition
• Harry Potter and the Bright Red Sports Car
• Harry Potter and the Speeding Ticket

All Minecraft, All the Time

So, let's see what Damien has been up to in Minecraft since we last checked in.

His love affair with underwater pumpkins continues.

He's also developing his house-building skills.

...and sometimes combining the two.

Underwater pumpkin house!

Speaking of Minecraft

As previously mentioned, St. John Notch has been rescued via the use of a level editor. The details were that I recreated the level with the same seed, then copied and pasted the cathedral and surrounding grounds into the new version, then rebuilt the missing portion. The Crafting Murloc also joined me to help complete it.

Here's the restored portion of the cathedral. Note gold tabernacle.

Since it's east-facing, like all churches worth their salt, the sunrise shows through the window.

Preschoolers + Minecraft = Chaos

So, while Damien wasn't looking, I made a copy of his Minecraft save game so I could see what he's been up to. Join me, won't you, for this voyage of discovery into the mind of a three-year-old.

Before we begin, I would like to point out that I have spent very little time teaching him how to play. I've shown him how to move and look around, and how to copy items out of the creative mode inventory. He's learned just about everything else himself from either watching me play, or figuring it out on his own.

So the first thing we see when we log on is...

Quicker Takes

So, following on his ability to burp at will, Damien can now toot on command.

...which, we realized, means that he has total control over those muscles down there and he has no reason not to be potty trained.

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I discovered recently that I'd been unknowingly been buying vegan chili for the last month. Did not notice it was meatless, even after eating it numerous times.

It's good chili.

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More Damien adventures in Minecraft: I made his game public on our LAN, so Anne Marie could join. She tried to start building a farm, and building in a Minecraft game run by a three-year-old is about as effective as cleaning a house lived in by a three-year-old. Anyways, I pointed out Rie's character to Damien, and he ran to her said "Hi, mommy!" dropped TNT at her feet, and lit the fuse. He spent the next 30 minutes following her around doing this.

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I've been growing my moustache out. It's now long enough to twirl. It's great, because now I have something to do with my hands while I think up evil schemes.

Actually, it's always assumed that supervillains grow evil facial hair because they're evil. But has anyone investigated whether the correlation goes the other way? Maybe facial hair just makes one evil. Maybe the hairs implant evil thoughts into one's head. Like, here comes one now: "I shall shave all the bunnies, kittens, and puppies in the world, depriving it of cuteness! Muahahaha!"

Hey, I never claimed they were good evil schemes.

But on the plus side, if we ever find my long-lost twin, we'll know which of us is the evil one.

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When did "totes" become a word, and can I hate everyone who uses it?

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What's the difference between a terrorist and a three-year-old? You can negotiate with a terrorist.

Redemptrix Walkthrough

OK, for reals now, here's the actual 1:1 scale Minecraft Redemptrix.

 

...and it occurs to me after posting this that I forgot to add landing gear. She's hovering a meter above the ground.

Quick Takes: Nobody Cares Edition

Wherein I write about things that are only of interest to me.

I had plans for several posts on diverse topics, but seeing as how none of the thoughts were congealing into structured, rounded, complete articles, I have decided to write partially formed, abrupt, unfinished tidbits on things none of you care about.

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OK, that last picture of Redemptrix was mean. Here's one of the ship in broad daylight, as an apology.

Redemptrix, as seen by a space-bug about to get gooshed all over the bow.

The Glory of the Church

I built a cathedral in Minecraft.

I named it St. John Notch, because it was built on land donated from the Notcherani family.

The cathedral measures 64 L x 48 W x 32 H (not including steps or crosses). I had to level a hill in order to build it.

Black as Space

So I figured out why Jack Flint painted his ship black.

Full-size Redemptrix in Minecraft (because someone else built the Enterprise). Either that or a black bear attacking campers in a black tent at midnight.

It makes it really hard to see.

Especially in the rain.

This Redemptrix is made of wool. I hope this doesn't make it shrink.

At least, I think I built the Redemptrix. It could be some random and haphazard arrangement of blocks, for all I can make out at night.