Saturday 12 December 1998
Pic of the day: Screenshot from Industry Giant.
Been playing this game a bit. It has great appeal still, but there
are a few really irritating things. One, as can perhaps be seen from
the screen shot, transport takes up a large area of the game map.
Unrealistically so. Two, and somewhat related, the trains are not
always intelligent enough to handle heavy traffic. They can at times
go into deadlock, and there is no provision for solving this (for
instance by backing up the train) so I may have to scrap a perfectly
good train just to solve a gridlock. That really puts a player off.
To avoid this, I tend to put up separate lines. But these take up
a lot of area and eat on the surplus.
In other news, I washed clothes today, and also went shopping for food
(which required me to put on decent clothes instead of fuzzing around
in pajamas most of the day). On the bright side, I now have enough
chocolate in the house to seriously poison myself, if I were to eat it
all at once. Not that I'm going to.
For dinner I cooked various
spaghettis, added a bit of readymade herbs and spices, put it in the
frying pan with olive oil until enough of the water was evaporated
so the oil was absorbed instead, added paprika (not sure what that's
called in English, but several fruits should go here) and fried it
with riven cheese. Warning: Children may choke on the cheese. But
I like it. For the corresponding rice meal, I recommend egg too, but
spaghetti goes fine without. For those who like sausage, small pieces
of wiener or brat should taste good here. But the cheese is essential,
especially when I don't have egg. Any pizza cheese should do the trick.
Had a visit by a christian friend this evening. Was quite interesting.
For some reason, I remember an episode my mother told me from her youth.
One girl was running around screaming: "Jesus is coming! Jesus is
coming!" To which another calmly replied: "He is welcome." Now, it
turned out that Jesus didn't literally show up that time either. And
until He does, I guess we still have to try to help each other out
down here, don't you think?
Visit the Diary Farm for the diaries I've put out to pasture until they
buy the farm:
November 1998