Having knocked off a bunch of screenplays I owed, I finally let myself have a bash at Civilization 5. And by "have a bash," of course I mean I disappeared into the game for two 8 hour stretches, barely moving from my desk, to the point where everything kinda hurt. One of them started at 11 pm.
I find the Civ games unbelievably addictive. I have trouble getting away from the game, and when I do, I'm thinking about it. The only way I can stop playing a game once I've started it is either to finish it, or to delete all my saved games off my computer so I have no way to pick it up where I left off. I think I like the decision making. And I like to make things grow. (I also have a garden.)
So every few years they come out with a new version, and I binge, and disappear for a few days. At least this time I was able to stop at the point where it was clear I was going to conquer the world, without having to actually do it, which would have been probably another 8-12 hours.
Happy Canada Day, everyone, and I understand there is some sort of festival going on in Montreal where they play music ... I must get out to that.
I know that feeling. I installed Civ4 on my Mac and was playing it yesterday, instead of writing screenplays.
I was able to stop after a couple of hours because I'm so bad at it, my capital city was taken over in a war after two hours.
But neither of us are a bad as this guy, who has been playing the same Civ2 game for a decade:
I dread to think of how many hours of my life I've lost playing the entire Civ series.
On the plus side, as a teenager I forced myself to read every single Civilopedia entry for each unit and discovery as I achieved them, thus learning a great deal about world history...
Okay, since Alex ended up on the Canada Day in Montreal theme, I’ll tell you all a big family secret:
by chance, my wife and I were married on July 1st. Yep, on Canada Day. Also, during my Navy service, I noticed that any sort of fireworks look twice as spectacular from the water (which serves as a mirror), and the closer you are to it, the better.
So, every Canada day in Montreal I’d grab my wife and go to the pond in the old port. There is (or used to be) a place there that rents low-sitting pedal-paddle boats. We’d grab one, smuggle aboard a bottle or two, and enjoy heckuva show when the fireworks start…
No, you can’t drown in that pond even if you wanted – it’s chicken-knee deep. But the view is fantastic, and you’re sitting with your eyes seeing the colors coming at you from every angle. Can’t imagine twice the already great show? Try it next time. And feel free to work such a scene into your next script. But, please, give me a shout if and when it’ll hit the screen.
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