Scratch

Scratch? What’s that? Like, a cat game or something? Well, yes and no. There are cat games on it, but Scratch itself is not a cat game. Scratch is a free coding platform where you can code your own games and videos, and play or watch other people’s coded games and videos. When I first learned about it in third or fourth grade, I was skeptical. Why would I want to code things? That sounded hard. But by the time our first day on Scratch was over, I felt differently.

The program provides different tutorials for you to use if you want to try something specific. What I like about Scratch, but what I know some of my friends don’t, is that you don’t have to type each code. The codes are sorted into categories of Motion, Looks, Sound, Pen, Data, Events, Control, Sensing, Operators, and More Blocks. You click on the category, then drag whichever command you want into a chain of codes.

Most commands have variables, like the sprites (things on the screen that you’re commanding), numbers, or words. Sometimes, commands like Controls have a box for another command inside of it. For example, the command Repeat would then have a chain of codes inside of it to tell it what to repeat. Or sometimes, there are multiple boxes, like the command If Then Else. After “If”, there’s a box for a single command, e.g. Touching color ___. Under “If Then,” there’s a box for a chain of commands, and another spot for a chain under else.

Once you are finished adding sprites and backgrounds, coding them, and testing and editing your project over and over again, you can choose to publish it on Scratch, which just means that anyone else could stumble across it and play it. Or you could keep it in your folder for you, and only you, to play. You can also organize projects into Studios.

Basically, Scratch carries the fun of coding without the need to learn an entire coding language.

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Ninja versus Ninja

Or Dojo vs Dojo, or Martial Arts Masters Using Their Students As Pawns For Their Own Personal Gain By Having Them Infiltrate The Opposing Dojo. But Ninja vs Ninja sounds cooler.Ninja versus Ninja

At the beginning, your ninjas line up in a sort of blocky V formation in the back of your dojo. Or, well, more of a U, I suppose. Anyways, all of the ninjas besides the shadow ninja and the ninja master line up in a cool formation in the back of their dojo, while the shadow and the master stand at the side. The shadow isn’t really a ninja, just the shadow of one, but the shadows only mirror the ninjas when they’re in the other dojo.

For whatever reason, the two dojos seem to be directly across from each other, with only three blocks seperating them from each other. Thr street, perhaps? Whose idea was it to put the two schools on the same street, let alone directly across from each other? That must be terrible for business!

A ninja is only allowed three turns for a mission, which starts as soon as they step on the middle blocks. Does this mean that they live in the dojo? And only one ninja can leave the dojo at a time, which also seems silly. Wouldn’t a mission be easier if they had multiple people on it?

The shadow follows the ninja into enemy territory, like a true shadow does. How far the ninja can move into enemy territory depends on a pair of swords, which are rolled as dice. (Seems a bit dangerous, doesn’t it?) Which side of the sword faces up determines how far he can move, like some creepy omen saying, “The sword is on it’s right side, so you may only move one space, or you shall be cut down.” Weird dice.

It is impossible for a ninja to walk through another ninja, but if he stops in a space that is already occupied by an opposing ninja, he is morally obligated to cut down whomever stands in his way. Sheesh, dude, just say “Excuse me” next time.

The ninja must return to his dojo by the end of the third turn of his mission, or he falls over dead. Don’t ask me why. This involves turning around and walking back, at which point his shadow detaches itself and stays put. When he returns, he is scored by… How far his shadow moved on the enemy wall? Which is actually the number of spaces he went into the enemy dojo. The shadow returns from the enemy dojo and the master moves that number of spaces into his.

The goal of the game is to kill all enemy ninjas, or to have your master move seven spaces into your dojo. Why seven? I have no clue.

 

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For All Time (Part 3 of 3)

And now, for the grand finale! (Click here for Part 1 and Part 2. Yes, it’s definitely best to read them in order for context.)

 

Jeremy nodded slowly, finally understanding. “I thought I was crazy, thinking being Dead was a gift, but when I think about it, it makes sense. Like video games? You’ve got all eternity to play them! Ever had a question you couldn’t find the answer to? It’s here! Well, somewhere. You get the point.” He was ecstatic. “I just had a great idea! I could help you welcome them! We could give them the grand tour!”

Death grinned, amused. He let himself laugh at the thought, then told Jeremy, “You act as if this were some beach resort in Florida. Or Hawaii.”

“Don’t you get it?” Jeremy asked, still bouncing up and down as if Death hadn’t said anything. “We could make it one!”

Death sighed. He hated to burst Jeremy’s bubble, but it was so unreal. Somebody had to. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Jeremy, but this is the Underworld. I don’t think it’s just going to magically zap into a tropical beach resort.”

Jeremy’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” But even though he seemed to, Jeremy hadn’t given up hope. He studied for days and nights, reading every piece of written material in the Underworld.

“Woah! You’ve got all eternity to read! There’s no rush!” Death exclaimed, walking into Jeremy’s office where he was greeted by a turned back and typing fingers. He looked around and noticed piles of books scattered everywhere, each labeled with a little tag.

“Oh! You’re just in time! I’ve just finished those books.” He pointed to a short stack of books about Florida. “Could you return them to the Underworld library?” Death grabbed the stack and carried them to the library, where Miss Arkik gratefully checked them back in. Miss Arkik had been a librarian as one of the Living and was happy to do the same job as one of the Dead.

“Got it!” Jeremy yelled as Death walked back into his office.

“Got what?” Death asked, confused.

“The solution for how to make this place a tropical resort! Do you want Florida or Hawaii?”

Death sighed. “Hawaii, I guess.” If anyone could figure out a way to make the Underworld a beach resort, it was Jeremy.

Jeremy started rattling on about what they would need. “You get the sand and the salt.” He said. “I’ll get the building materials and the furniture.”

They left, returning a couple hours later. They poured several tons of sand out across the Underworld and then filled the rest with water. Then they added salt into the water and fish native to Hawaii.

Next, they started building hotels and houses around the sandy areas. After they paved some roads, they equipped the Underworld’s upper walls and ceilings with sprinklers and leaf blowers to serve as precipitation and wind.

Jeremy stood at the edge of the Underworld Executive Balcony looking out proudly at his work of art. “You did it.” Death said beside him, smiling in awe at the scene before them, including the water lapping the beach’s edge.

“No.” Jeremy corrected him. “We did it.”

 

And, there you go! The third and final part of my story. What do you think? Which part was your favorite? Did you like the story?

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For All Time (Part 2 of 3)

For Part 1, click here.

 

“Good evening, Death,” Jeremy greeted him cheerfully. Jeremy was a young man who had been a wonderful scholar until one evening, as he was walking to his dorms, he had a heart attack and died. He had grown fond of Death and often made for Death’s only real companion. Then he noticed the look on Death’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his jolly grin turning to a look of concern.

“Meh.” Death shrugged. “This job has sort of… gotten old. It bores me.”

“No!” Jeremy replied, making a long face. “You’re Death. You’re immortal. What would we do without you? The people need you.”

“Guess the Sun was right. I just have to make the most of it.” Death sighed.

“Well, you could always change it up a little.” Death looked curiously at Jeremy. “You know, make it fun. Add some dancing, a couple jokes, you get the idea.”

Death thought about it and, for the first time in his highly extensive life, actually did some research on people and their hobbies. He found out about music, and card tricks, and everything else that seems like everyday entertainment to you. And then it hit him. The idea that would develop his monotonous career into a fun, capricious… game! He started running out the Gates of the Underworld.

“Where are you going?” Jeremy asked, looking up from his books. Part of his liking for being one of the Dead was that he had all of eternity to read his books, reread his books, and read books he had never previously had access to.

“Changing it up. Want to come?” Death asked, halfway out the door. Jeremy very quickly closed his books, slid them into a drawer in a desk that he had made, and stepped out with Death. Now, stepping outside into a North Dakota winter without a jacket may seem foolish to you, but I assure you, it had no effect on either man whatsoever. For, you see, not being able to feel cold and heat was yet another benefit of being Dead.

They made a sharp turn and started down a busy road. “So, what’s the plan?” Jeremy asked.

“We’re going to change it up,” Death replied. Then he turned down a street into a park and started singing and dancing around, randomly tapping people. He eventually returned to Jeremy, triumphant, and said, “Ten more people. That should be all for this week in North Dakota.” With that he turned and led Jeremy back to the Gates of the Underworld.

When they got back, Jeremy asked, “How will all those people die?”

Death turned and responded, “Assorted reasons. The young man will Die in a car accident, that family of four’s house will burn down, taking them with it, and the rest will die of stuff like old age and diseases.”

For once, Jeremy seemed lost for words. “But… but isn’t that sort of mean? Killing some off so young?”

“No, my dear boy! I only let those who are Ready – pure of heart and soul – Die and join us in the Underworld. It is a gift! Eternal life! No pain! No rules! It is access to all the knowledge they ever wanted!” He waved his arms emphatically.

 

What about there? Was that the ending that satisfies you most? Death explaining the good that has come from his role? If not, I have one more possible ending for you, the one that I originally used for the contest, coming next week!

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For All Time (Part 1 of 3)

It occurred to me that it has been over two years since I received an honorable mention in the Felix Dennis writing competition in the Stratford Literary Festival for a story I wrote about Death. Literally. My main character was Death. And it occurred to me that perhaps, I should share that story with you. And then it occurred to me that that story was too long for one post, so I decided to split it across three. Enjoy! (And please pardon the cheesy plot: after all, I was younger then.)

 

For All Time

“This job is getting old,” Death said to himself. And his statement was quite literal. For, you see, Death’s story went back way past most anything you could imagine. Past the Louisiana Purchase, past Babylon, even past the dinosaurs. For, in fact, Death’s story started way back when the universe itself was said to have been created. He witnessed what you mortals nowadays can only dream about. Let me explain.

Millennia ago, when the universe itself burst into existence, so did Death. Death was not cruel, as many today picture him. He was, much like you, a normal human being. Well, almost. For, you see, Death was immortal. He himself was created, like the rest of us, different. Taking the form of a human being, he was created as a full grown man. Yet he knew not of his job to-be, nor how he came to exist. In fact, none of us did, save the Sun, who guided us into our rightful positions.

I was there when the Sun told Death his name, his new line of work, and the job criteria, so to speak. Old as I am, I still remember the conversation I witnessed, fresh as grass in spring. “Your name shall be Death.” The Sun began. “Your job is to take the Lives of those who are Ready, and welcome the new Dead to the Underworld.” Death seemed to understand the job reasonably well. He dispatched himself to the Underworld to begin his job.

That was when the Sun turned to me. He spoke in a stern, deep voice, yet it was still kind. “You shall be the Moon. You shall light the Night with the Stars during my rest. The people will look to you for guidance as you reflect my Light unto them.” To my surprise, I understood exactly what he meant.

We all went to our works. Centuries passed. Every decade or so we held a council to discuss our jobs. That’s when things changed. We had gathered for one of our councils, and the Sun had started talking to Death. “And how is your job?” he asked, expecting the usual response.

“Honestly, it’s getting kind of boring,” Death replied. “Could we, say, exchange jobs for a day? Or take a vacation?”

“This is your job, Death! There is no vacation from a job as important as yours!”

“Well, has it ever, ever, occurred to you, brilliant you, that I might not like my job? I quit!”

Sun gasped, then regained his composure and replied, “There is no quitting your job, Death. Don’t even try. You are destined to pluck Souls and welcome them to the Underworld.”

“Easy for you to say. Everyone looks forward to the Sunrise, when the dark and scary Night passes,” Death scoffed. “I, on the other hand, am feared, banished to the Underworld, and hated! People always look forward to you, but I am despised. I’m sick of it. I quit!”

“Death, you cannot quit. Please try to make the most out of your job.”

Death slumped his shoulders and went home, if anyone can call the Underworld a home.

 

I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my story! The rest will be posted these next two Sundays, if you’d like to finish it. Or, perhaps, you liked the message of the Sun’s statement as a final note, and you don’t really want to read the rest of the story, in which case, don’t! It’s all up to you!

 

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Niagara Falls, Canada

Yup, now I’m talking about the town. For those of you who have no clue why I started this week’s post like this, go back and read last week’s. For those of you who do know what I’m talking about, congratulations! What, you thought there was a prize or something? Give yourself a hearty pat on the back, then. Anyways, what was I talking about? Oh, right, Niagara Falls. Yeah, the Canadian town, not the American one. I already made that distinction in the title, didn’t I?Balloon artist on stilts at Margaritaville, Iron Man wax statues, birds at Bird Kingdom, T-Rex at mini golf, Zombie Attack, Ripley's Believe It or Not! Museum, Dinosaur mini golf aerial view

Right, so, while the town is named after the Falls, there’s so much more to do than stare and thousands of gallons of water falling over a cliff. That’s because the downtown seems to be one huge tourist trap, particularly Clifton Hills. What’s Clifton Hills, you ask? It’s the name of a street. A street with a slope. So it’s a hill. Thus, the name. Where did they get Clifton from, you ask? I don’t know, look it up.

Clifton Hills is home to the SkyWheel, both indoor (glow-in-the-dark) and outdoor (has-a-volcano-and-life-size-dino-statues) miniature golf, an arcade, and a whole bunch of rides (click here for one, two, and three), all of which are included on the Clifton Hills FunPass! In the area, but most of them not technically on Clifton Hills, there are also multiple wax museums (the one we went to), mazes, haunted houses, and three different Ripley’s Believe It Or Not museums (the one we went to), because that’s just the sort of stuff that tourists like. I mean, why not? When you can listen to an animated head talk at one of Ripley’s museums, or take a picture in front of an Avengers 1 poster–that strangely also has Batman and the Joker–while you give Iron Man a high-five, why wouldn’t you want to? If you drive out a little bit, you can go to Bird Kingdom, where the main room alone would be amazing, without all of the smaller rooms leading up to it! You can feed the birds in a little room, or hold your arm out and have a parrot sit on it in another, and, of course, for these experiences you can’t take your own pictures because they’ll take some and then try to sell them to you. Why? Because it’s another way of getting money out of tourists. But hey, it was fun!

And of course, the shops. Everywhere. You can buy merchandise with Niagara Falls branding, merchandise with Canada branding, and merchandise that are seemingly utterly irrelevant to where you’re buying them, but hey, that shirt looks comfy, so I’ll buy it anyways! Or, you know, real Kinder eggs are illegal to bring into the US because they have toys in food, so why not eat a few in Canada, where they’re practically everywhere? And there’s even a Hershey’s store! Yum!Dessert at Queen Victoria Place Restaurant; morning snack at Tim Horton's; half of a Cheeseburger in Paradise; cheese and fruit on a New York state cutting board

There were nearly as many restaurants as stores, because where there are tourists, there are mouths to feed! And why not have imported chain restaurants like Hard Rock Café, Rainforest Café, and Margaritaville there, even though the American tourists should really be trying something new? In their defense, all three of those restaurants are decent quality. But Burger King? I mean, I could understand one, just to provide a quick and cheap option. But there are three Burger Kings in the immediate downtown area. That’s a tad overkill.

I was originally planning to go into heavy detail about all of this, but then I realized that that post would be far to long. So instead, you get heavy sarcasm interspersed with a quick description of an entire town! Enjoy!

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Niagara Falls

Recently, my mother and I visited Niagara Falls, Canada. Yes, that is the name of the city. To make it incredibly confusing, the city on the American side is Niagara Falls, New York. But I intend to talk about the Canadian side. Next week, about the rest of the town, but today, I want to talk about the Falls themselves.

Niagara Falls - views from the Canadian side and from a boatThey are magnificent. I had only seen one waterfall in person before, Multnomah Falls near Portland, Oregon, and those had been alongside a green cliff face, so you naturally saw it from the top, and it didn’t seem to be all that powerful, just beautiful. Niagara Falls, on the other hand, are at ground level at the top and drop into a gorge, so you could see the sheer force of the water tumbling over the Falls at terrifying speeds. Can you believe somebody rode a barrel down that???

We also got to see it up close from the Hornblower boat, which is the Canadian version of the Maid of the Mist (the American side gets blue ponchos, the Canadian side gets red ponchos, and the people standing within mist zone but not on a boat on either side get yellow ponchos). We got to stand right in the mist of the large fall, known as Horseshoe Falls, while on the boat. The other two Falls are the Bridal Veil Falls and the American Falls, which are located next to each other and, between the two of them, dump out about 175,000 gallons of water a second.

All summer long, at night, the falls are lit with giant strobe lights, turning them all shades of the rainbow, and to accompany the lighting, there’s a small-ish* firework show that goes on. It gets pretty crowded, but it’s worth the view. As one could expect, they have light-up toys for sale during the show.

 

*I only really have my local 4th of July firework show as comparison, so to me, it was small, but that’s probably because they do it every night.

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NoodleTools

I’m sorry, what? Yes, it’s called NoodleTools. Dude, don’t judge. It’s actually really helpful. Let me explain: When we were about to do our Shakespeare project in my English class, our teacher mentioned a research tool online that we would be expected to use. Of course, we all collectively groaned, as we generally do when we are told we have to do just about anything. Because, you know, kids. But after using NoodleTools for three different projects in that class, I’ve grown to appreciate it, and now I bring it to you.

There are three formats of citations listed: MLA, APA, and Chicago/Turabian, depending on which you need for your project (if it doesn’t really matter, I suggest MLA) and what detail of citations: Starter (6 forms), Junior (Simplified for you) and Advanced (70+ forms). If this doesn’t matter either, I’d go with Junior, since it’s the least complicated to use. You can write in the details and it will cite for you, or, if the source comes cited, you can just copy and paste the citation.

You can share the project with another user, as either a full-access collaborator or a proof-reader, which has less access. You can also share it with a project inbox, so you could each work on a separate part and collect them all in the inbox.

To collect the information, you make notecards, which have three main subsections inside. There’s the quote section, where you copy and paste the information from the website so that you don’t have to switch back and forth between the tab with the info and your notes constantly, the restate section, where you say it your way and cut out any unnecessary information, and the thinking section, where you make other notes to explore or use later. The notecards can be arranged in stacks to organize like information.

The only downside I have found to NoodleTools is that you can’t make piles of the piles of the notecards, where I like subdividing more than once, but then you can just drag them form clusters, so I suppose that’s a minor issue.

This program has been extremely helpful for the organization of my projects over the past year, and I hope it can help some of you as well.

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The Great Sphinx

Alright, I’ve made it pretty clear that I’m a huge history person, right? (Particularly when I was talking about Philadelphia: see here.) I’m also pretty big on mythology. (Just finished reading Percy Jackson. It’s a great series, go read it. No, wait, finish reading this post, then go read it. There ya go.) Well, just ’cause I feel like it, I wrote up a post about the Sphinx!

The Great Sphinx is a historical piece of sculpture located in Giza, Egypt. It was built out of limestone in about 2500 B.C.E. to protect the Pharaoh Khafre and his tomb. It faces east, which might have something to do with the Egyptian belief that the rising sun was a symbol of new life.

It very slowly accumulated sand up to its head, until about 1400 B.C.E. This was because of a boy called Thutmose, who dreamed one night that the Sphinx instructed him to clear it of sand, and that if he did he would be rewarded by becoming pharaoh. Thutmose very enthusiastically freed the Great Sphinx of the excess sand surrounding her, and, eventually, did become pharaoh. Odd, huh?

The Sphinx again continued building up sand, while, at the same time, losing its nose, getting holes drilled into its back, and losing a huge chunk of its right shoulder. How’s that for multitasking?!! About 1990 (C.E.) or so, people started using a computerized restoration system for the Sphinx.

The Sphinx also makes an appearance in Greek mythology. Weird, right? Especially because, unlike in Ancient Egypt, in Greece the Sphinx was an evil being, terrorizing the city of Thebes (Both Greece and Egypt have a city called Thebes, but in this case, I’m referring to Greece), and killing all who couldn’t answer her riddle (poor people!). When the Greek hero Oedipus solved her riddle, she devoured herself in defeat. The riddle was somewhat based off the Egyptian association of the sunrise and new life. Here’s the riddle: What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening? The answer is a man because when we are babies and toddlers, we crawl, during the main body of our lives, we walk on our legs, and when we are old, we require a cane or walking stick.

 

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Ever eaten a truly Red Robin?

Alright, you are not actually eating robins. Red Robin is a family friendly, well-priced burger place with wonderfully attentive waiting staff. It has become a family favorite, from eating lunch on our way to a friend’s place to eating dinner before a movie at our local movie theater.

Food

As I said, you are not actually eating robins. While they are a burger place, they do serve other food, not just the standard American burger and chicken nuggets. For instance, most recently I got the Clamdigger’s Clam Chowder (cup, not bowl) for $2.99. It came in a small portion, but it was creamy with chunks of clam. They also have bottomless sides for most things. In other words, you will never run out of fries. This is good, since the fries are quite satisfying, as steak fries with extra seasoning. They also have bottomless lemonades, sodas, and more! Now, being a burger restaurant, they do (go figure!) have burgers. One of these burgers (the only one that I can presently remember the details for, thus the one I mention here) is the Burnin’ Love Burger for $9.59. This burger is a mouthful, with jalepeños, salsa, pepperjack cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, chipotle mayo, and a cayenne-seasoned burger patty.

Service

The service does not disappoint either. With a smile on their face, the waitstaff will make sure you are always supplied with your bottomless (and otherwise) sides and beverages. They are always friendly, well timed, and very informative. If your refill of fries is delayed because they are making a new batch, they will tell you such. You don’t even have to wait to pay! They have a little computer system at each table so you can pay and leave. It also has games like Plants vs. Zombies 2 on it to entertain kids that don’t have devices with them. (I personally don’t see the point, but hey, some people would pay to play those games. Me? I’d either bring in my own phone, or, more likely, a book).

Facility

The facilities are also quite nice. Some of them have a bar area for the adults. The tables are well spaced, so it doesn’t feel crowded, but it doesn’t feel eerily empty either. The lights are at just the right brightness, bright enough so you aren’t squinting to see the menu, but you aren’t taken aback by the bright, unnatural colors. They play rock music at a medium-low volume. The walls and ceiling are vastly decorated with an assortment of mismatched pictures and displays, which reminds me of my room. Another big thing is that it is always clean. I have yet to see a Red Robin facility that I am not satisfied with.

Other Stuff

While you can call and pick up, Red Robin does not deliver. It does not have a drive through since it is not officially fast food, but it also takes much less time than sit-down. They have approximately 540 locations across the country.

Overall

Overall, I like this restaurant. Clearly, they carry more than burgers. You can order ahead of time and pick up, or you can sit in. It is good for when you have time for more than fast food, but not enough time for a full-blown sit-down meal. The expansive menu, quality food, and cheerful service have never failed to brighten my mood.

 

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