Hand-drawn mazes deserve more recognition and appreciation.
You’d be surprised (or not) how auto-complete wants to add “dirty” and “weathered” and “dingy” to “diner floor texture”. I suppose when we think of diner floors we don’t expect them to be that clean.
Also known as “The Orange One”.
I think this will be the intro to the read stories. Maybe? I don’t know. Figured I should be narcissistic and show up in these episodes in some shape or form.
Welcome, welcome to the Cavern of Records. My name is Alexander and I am the official record keeper for the Island of Tilly. You may not konw this, but every land, peninsula, archipeligo, even pen island, has a Cavern of Records... you just may not know where it is. Personally, I would prefer if this were a Hall of Records or even a Ball Pit of Records, but you get what you get, amirite?
It is my job to record every little thing in this book, as mundane as it may seem, to perserve the history of this land for one day, there may be a great reset, and we will need an instruction guide, a cook book of sorts, to recreate the very existance we know.
It is an interesting time for you to come and listen, my friend.
Just a short, short story. I’m planning to narrate this somewhere someday.
Sadie Cat opened the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. She needed to make a little bit of money for the upcoming holiday season. It was getting colder. She really wanted a new coat as her current one was turning a strange shade of brown, which was odd because it started out green.
Her eyes scanned the page and stopped at one particular ad that seemed quite interesting and up her alley. It read: "Organ Donor - $$$"
"Interesting! I could use three dollar signs worth of money. It's certainly more than two!" she exclaimed.
Sadie Cat left the house and made her way to the garage. Dust had settled all over the different boxes and junk she had left there years ago. She had meant to unpack completely when she moved last, but unpacking boxes always seemed like something you push to the next week when life starts getting busy. Then it's the next week and the next. Before you know it, you're dead in your grave. Better than alive in your grave, I suppose.
"I know that organ is around here somewhere," she said to herself as she shoved an old lamp to the left and threw piles of old magazines to the right.
"Ah ha!" she said out loud. She flipped the switch and the organ came to life. It had been a while since she had played, but she cracked her knuckles and sat down on the bench. Her fingers floated across the keys and her feet stomped out a walking bass line. Everything sounded wonderful. She left a message for the person who open the ad that she had a like new organ she was willing to part with. Sadie Cat felt very confident that the person on the other line was going to be very happy.
My crummy random walk algorithm can handle a 4x4 pretty easily (the reason being that it brute forces the path). I was thinking it’d be a simple puzzle Oliver could enjoy. You have to traverse all squares without doubling up while also collecting the hamburger (veggie burger?) ingredients in order.
I’ll print a few out. See what he thinks.
Best bang for your buck at Chuck E. Cheese: printed photos/drawings.