I sent the Phase 3 materials shipment up the Space Elevator a few play sessions ago. So, how has my overall approach to this new save (the “New Clear Plan”) gone so far?
In short: A qualified success.
In long: Well, let’s dig into that…
(more…)Author: Karel Kerezman
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Satisfactory – Phactory Phase 3
There’s a neat light show when you send the Space Elevator up, but capturing the best single instant in a screenshot is too tricky for my skills. -
That Which Was VAST
I’m on record, no pun intended, as stating that VAST’s debut release, Visual Audio Sensory Theater, is one of my favorites of all time. It was the right album at the right time with the right density & mixture of sounds, and I still love it.
My relationship with everything that’s come afterward is weirder.
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All Out, Finally
It’s the end of an era: We handed in the keys to the apartment after several hours spent taking care of the final round of sweeping and scrubbing and what-have-you. Heck, we even replaced the drip trays on the electric stove.
Technically, the move is over. Of course, in practical terms, it just means we can really hunker down on the unboxing. On the upside this should mean that I can start doing stuff that isn’t Work, Eat, Sleep, Deal With Moving Tasks, Play Game To Unwind. We’ll see?
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Satisfactory – Entirely Too Silly
What do we, as a family, get up to when we’re technically “done” with the game but want to wait out the production of Phase 4 products into the Space Elevator to fully round out the game save?
Well… this:
If you want to skip ahead to the really silly parts, go to ~2:15 (h:mm) to see Spud build The Ladder of Babel, and about ten minutes later he discovered the fun to be had with driving vehicles over jump pads and at that point pandemonium ensued… featuring airborne factory carts.
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Almost Outta March
Quick status update:
- We’re not completely out of the apartment. We have a couple weeks yet on the lease so it’s not a panic situation, and we only have some stuff in the kitchen and the master bedroom’s closet & bathroom to get done, plus moving the last of the potted plants off the deck.
- The house is great. Some of the appliances in it, not so much. The dishwasher shrieks. The washing machine wobbles. The dryer… is fine, I guess, though it has a really weird lint trap.
- I haven’t made all that much Satisfactory progress, and it’s been a month since the kids & I last had a co-op session. I’ll get back to it.
- Having an office, a space to do my work, entirely separate from where I sleep? Priceless.
- Once we get a bit more unpacked and the chaos slightly more under control, I’ve got some projects to spin up.
Until next time, friends.
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The Power of Organization
Some people use letters or numbers, others use colored stickers (we in fact did that for the boxes), but for keeping track of which shelves and which sets of shelving pegs belong with what bookshelf, Vyx broke out the washi tape. During the preparation for moving day, she used one roll of washi tape for each individual bookshelf, then stuck a strip of tape from that specific roll onto:
- The bookshelf unit
- Each shelf from that unit
- The bag containing the shelving pegs taken from that unit
You might wonder why she went to all that trouble, but not all of our shelves were purchased from the same store or during the same timeframe. Even from year to year, Ikea’s bookshelf line can change somewhat. (Sometimes.) And not all of our shelves came from Ikea. (Most, yes, but not all.) All of this means that “just grab a couple of the black shelves” won’t guarantee that they’re the right fit for a given unit. Best to keep ’em organized.
Which wouldn’t be a problem but we have a lot of dingdanged bookshelves (and bookshelf-adjacent units, like my CD/DVD shelves). There are eight in the office alone, plus several more in Vyx’s bedroom, plus at least four in the living room. I might even be forgetting one or two somewhere.
During my lunch break I wanted to get one more of the office bookshelves squared away, so I looked at the washi tape stuck under the top of the shelf unit so I’d know what to go grab from the supplies stacked downstairs… then realized I probably wouldn’t remember by the time I got down to those stacked supplies from the office upstairs. So I did the purely logical thing:
No, I will never have a career as a hand model. I peeled the tape off of the shelf unit itself and stuck it to the back of my hand as a… well, handy reference while I looked for the correct shelves and pegs. Simple, practical, and since washi tape comes off very easily it wasn’t even painful.
And now, yet another shelf awaits its allotment of reading material.
This will probably be filled with manga… eventually. Not right now. I’m too tired. We have so much yet to do, but progress is progress nonetheless.
