I should probably do something about that.
Today in splorts: so I have been slowly increasing the number of blaseball-related accounts I follow to make a higher density of my twitter feed composed of eldritch fanart generation content, and at some point I got a message from one of the ones I followed saaying "my manager wanted me to say em hotep to you in this the smallest of worlds", which gave me a certain amount of "...?" so I mentioned it to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ardaniel, an eldritch being of certain superpowers, who tracked down a tweet from that account's player that said, more or less, "Bwahaha the indie Kemetic who was a huge influence on me when I started out is now following my blaseball RP account."
I shall have to make some of my art be of that character just because, which should be fun because fanonically she is a four-armed silvery serpentine vampire dragon with an obsession with tea and theft. (Okay, to be fair the vampirism and larceny are canon, not fanon.)
I also managed some support of another behind-the-scenes player in the fanbase, because blaseball cares, and he successfully tagged in the TransCrowdFund so I hope that helps him out more than I could on my own.
Today in religious education: it was our first session of ChUUrchcraft. We had a zoom meeting and then combined it with logging into the server for 100% glorious chaos. First of all, the older kids who are helping run this program had gotten in and planted a bunch of flowers that apparently eat CPU and lining every path they made over a 150x230 block zone meant that every so often someone would actually interact with a plant and the server would fall over. Once the problem was debugged, L (the kid who had caused the problem) logged in solo to fix it, to general razzing.
Then we split up into groups. Now, I am the one instructor with actual Minecraft experience of note. Of the other adults, one is the server guy who has some experience, but on his son's account; one is the other adult in that family; one is an engineer who bought an account to help out but had to have WASD navigation explained to him, let alone all of the everything that is Minecraft. By the end of the session, when he examined his measley row of blocks and compared it to the mosque team, he first asked if copy-paste was possible, and then ordered the team lead K to get her own account because he was not going to flail around at this nonsense alone, another adult needed to be in here to be laughed at by the 10-to-13-year-olds, she wasn't going to get out of being embarrassed so easily.
The kids were having a great time. Some of the kids who were having a great time were having a productive time - the mosque team got a really nice looking building shell started. KJ and I were working on a Hindu temple and I found some reference material for us to run with. Most of the rest of the kids wound up congregating around the Christianity district. They built probably eight or so different Pride flags outside the fence and then, rather than build outlines, proceeded to dig through to the bottom of the world and out the other side, and occasionally plummeted to their deaths while cackling gloriously about their portal to hell. (And teasing Q, one of the kids, about how do you manage to die in creative.)
A good time was had by all.
Today in splorts: so I have been slowly increasing the number of blaseball-related accounts I follow to make a higher density of my twitter feed composed of eldritch fanart generation content, and at some point I got a message from one of the ones I followed saaying "my manager wanted me to say em hotep to you in this the smallest of worlds", which gave me a certain amount of "...?" so I mentioned it to
ardaniel, an eldritch being of certain superpowers, who tracked down a tweet from that account's player that said, more or less, "Bwahaha the indie Kemetic who was a huge influence on me when I started out is now following my blaseball RP account."I shall have to make some of my art be of that character just because, which should be fun because fanonically she is a four-armed silvery serpentine vampire dragon with an obsession with tea and theft. (Okay, to be fair the vampirism and larceny are canon, not fanon.)
I also managed some support of another behind-the-scenes player in the fanbase, because blaseball cares, and he successfully tagged in the TransCrowdFund so I hope that helps him out more than I could on my own.
Today in religious education: it was our first session of ChUUrchcraft. We had a zoom meeting and then combined it with logging into the server for 100% glorious chaos. First of all, the older kids who are helping run this program had gotten in and planted a bunch of flowers that apparently eat CPU and lining every path they made over a 150x230 block zone meant that every so often someone would actually interact with a plant and the server would fall over. Once the problem was debugged, L (the kid who had caused the problem) logged in solo to fix it, to general razzing.
Then we split up into groups. Now, I am the one instructor with actual Minecraft experience of note. Of the other adults, one is the server guy who has some experience, but on his son's account; one is the other adult in that family; one is an engineer who bought an account to help out but had to have WASD navigation explained to him, let alone all of the everything that is Minecraft. By the end of the session, when he examined his measley row of blocks and compared it to the mosque team, he first asked if copy-paste was possible, and then ordered the team lead K to get her own account because he was not going to flail around at this nonsense alone, another adult needed to be in here to be laughed at by the 10-to-13-year-olds, she wasn't going to get out of being embarrassed so easily.
The kids were having a great time. Some of the kids who were having a great time were having a productive time - the mosque team got a really nice looking building shell started. KJ and I were working on a Hindu temple and I found some reference material for us to run with. Most of the rest of the kids wound up congregating around the Christianity district. They built probably eight or so different Pride flags outside the fence and then, rather than build outlines, proceeded to dig through to the bottom of the world and out the other side, and occasionally plummeted to their deaths while cackling gloriously about their portal to hell. (And teasing Q, one of the kids, about how do you manage to die in creative.)
A good time was had by all.
