Game Design

A UI is like a joke. If you have to explain it, it’s not good.

If your game has mandatory tutorials for things like how to tap the screen or what a mouse is, you built your game wrong.

The Fairy Godbear

Hector said, “Mr. Bear, it is time for us to do our homework.”

“Graa!” said the bear and ate Hector’s desk.

“Mr. Bear,” said Hector and shook his head. “Mr. Bear, Mr. Bear, Mr. Bear.”

Thoughts on the protests

The equivalences between Tiananmen Square, 1989 and today are understandable, but some big differences remain.

First, probably thousands of people died in Tiananmen Square and throughout the country in response to those protests. Thousands. The official tally, which no one believes, is still around three hundred. People have died in the protests and riots, but not thousands.

Secondly, these protests may change things. If people can maintain their dedication and passion, they can vote to change the President, their senators and representatives, and most important to them personally, change the local government. It’s local government that really affects people and establishes police culture.

I believe in the power of a vote. I believe in the power of the masses. If people want to change their governments, democracy allows them to. I’ve seen a lot of speculation that Trump won’t leave office if he’s voted out, and I cannot reconcile that with the sharp language coming from the military. They’re upholding their oaths to the Constitution. Not the president.

A lot of people seem to think Soldiers and veterans, and I’ll speak of us exclusively, are some mindless army of stormtroopers. Those people think we’re the legions of Bond villains, willing to die for no reason. They don’t realize we’re cognizant, make choices, and think because they don’t know us and write us off with stereotypes.

It’s a lack of perspective. Many of them disagree with us, and instead of really believing people are different, they assume we’re stupid or not people. Perhaps we’re evil. Cops do it to minorities. Everyone does it to members of congress (congress-critters or Moscow Mitch). But it’s laying bare the sharp limitations of the dialogue in America, probably the world, and how we revel in stereotyping those we do not agree with.

You don’t overcome injustice with more, and you don’t defeat disunity by destroying the disunited.

I wonder how much of a role the coronavirus lockdown is causing. I know my temper is shorter than usual. I also know what happened to George Floyd is a travesty, and it’s just the most recent and most published in a long bloody trail from antiquity to now.

But I doubt, deeply, that more anger is the solution. I don’t see any part of the world and think, If they were just angrier, their lives would be better.

There’s way too much fear, and I don’t know the solution to that either. I don’t think it’s guns and violence. Those are symptoms, and the police are scared. Badly, deeply, scared.

The Chinese Communist Party is scared, deeply scared, of its people.

The word triggering took its psychological connotation from a method of defeating phobias. Patients were exposed to ‘triggering’ phenomena, things they were afraid of, in safe situations. The course of treatment desensitized them to their fears. Perhaps understanding is the path forward, with it learning and education. But safety isn’t made in knowledge, but by love and care.

Typos

The Amazon description page typo was fixed. However like Hydra, they return, and I found one inside the book.

I’m offering a typo bounty like a bug bounty. The first person to find a typo gets a free copy of the book.

Also, if you buy the Kindle version and enable updates, in about a month I’m going to push version 1 which will just be errors corrected.

Theism

You ever wonder if God watches the human race like park rangers watch wildlife? Caring, but with a strict non-interference policy?

“Look, I’m sorry you were eaten by wolves/killed in war, but that’s a natural outcome.”

Capitalization

There’s a bit of subtlety in the way Mara narrates things.

She’s five. Mara doesn’t really understand that other people have houses and apartments, that those homes have kitchens and bathrooms, and that people live there.

To Mara the kitchen isn’t just the kitchen in her house that she and her family use. It is the Kitchen, singular, the only one. It isn’t a common noun because other kitchens don’t exist in her world view. It’s a proper noun because when discussing kitchens, she is going to be discussing the Kitchen which is as distinct as the Atlantic Ocean is from other oceans. Probably more accurately, the Kitchen is as distinct as Mom is distinct. There aren’t lots of moms, there is one Mom: hers.

Cassie and Jack would not see it that way. They’ve seen a lot of kitchens, homes, and foster parents. Mara and Hector haven’t. To them, the mom issue would be: there are many moms but this Mom is mine. To Mara, there is only one Mom.

Nor have the younger twins really had the time to think about it. What’s the age of reason? About five? They’re suddenly understanding that yeah, these are things. There are many kitchens. Their parents are teachers. Wait until the fireworks happen when they realize that their teachers may also be parents.

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

By William Butler Yeats

I’ve been thinking about those two lines:
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”

If by doubt we’re proven to be the best of men, I’m ready to ascend to Olympus.

Anger isn’t going to solve anything, and it turns to poison quickly. I don’t look at anything in modern politics or current events and think, ‘I wish there was more anger here.’ But anger isn’t necessarily bad. It’s just often misused. The trick is taking anger and using it for good, not to hurt the bad guys but to help everyone.

I don’t know how to do that right now. I’m working on it.