Apparently I didn’t totally restore refalo.com after the server fiasco. I got an e-mail from someone who was looking for my IF pages. I’ve been thinking about it over the last few weeks, not sure I care to put it back. I do have a wordpress install where I spent a morning converting the site to that format.

I’ve had Interactive Fiction for the Palm since 1995 or so and it feels sad to let it go. Back in the day, Geocities wouldn’t let me upload pdb files and a 3 MB download was big over dial up.

I’ve been considering what I wanted to do about it for a couple of years. Now that downloads are not a problem, the only reason not to keep it up is maintenance. It took hours to get all of the tags right for individual downloads and to write nice descriptions. Well, all of that is gone. I’ve got one page now. You can download all of the Games in my collection and sort through them on your own time. Use the Interactive Fiction Archive to find out more about the games.

We spent Thanksgiving with the Mitchels again this year. They do the big traditional family dinner. Parents come to town. (Dogs instead of kids)

After dinner we played an 80’s version of Trivial Pursuit. Its scarey how what odd information is rattling around in our heads.

For the winning question, by Brennan & Sue, I had to prompt them with most of the lyrics. The question was what something about what song from the Musical Chess was popular as sung by Murray Head.This hint wasn’t enough:

The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner

My favorite line is:

I’d let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you

Paul’s is:

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

I am the maker of lunches around our house. Typically I have a hard time engaging Paul in the process.  I expect he is trying to be easy going but I get frustrated that I can’t get any traction on the whole thing.

Tuesday morning was different. He was full of very specific instruction on how he wanted a Ham sandwitch made. Mayo on one slice, a certian mustard on the other, ham, lettuce, swiss cheese. And to top it off further direction on how it was to be sliced. 

I told him in less than polite terms that there would be no slicing.  In the end the sandwich was sliced.  To be a smartass, i got out a sharpie and wrote love notes on the sandwich, including a big heart with an arrow going through it. While drawing it I remembered clearly learning to do it in Kindergarten. Practicing hearts and arrows and then using the technique to make ears of wheat.

That evening, Paul told me someone found the sandwich. Took it out of the fridge, downstairs and photocopied it.  The Forensics Scientist in question decided he wanted to keep a file on people to bring out at later date. How strange is that.

I had 3 sets of Trick-or-Treaters last night.  I bought candy in advance and then realized neither of us would be home before 8:30. I encouraged the kids to take two handfuls.  The little girl next door took this very seriously, screwed up her face and gave it her best shot. She got three the first time and five the next try. She was pleased with her self and told me she got more that time.

Two of the kids were teens and dressed like mimes and didn’t talk. It was cute but my voice felt tinny to me when I talked to them realizing they wouldn’t talk back. It reminded me of when a person is whispering for no reason. Its hard not to follow along.