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I'm safely home from convention. I've nestled myself back into the house. Of course, there's no food in the house, because I didn't want any food in the house going bad. So maybe I'll go get some food. When I get back, maybe I'll tidy up a bit and watch a whole bunch of Angel.

It was a great vacation. Audio excerpts of it can be found below, now with handy titles so that you can tell which one is which. I'll try and spruce them up abit as the week goes on too. Adding context and information and pictures that relate.

Of course, not everything fit in there, so I'll have to do some writing too. Most especially, I want to tell you all about Kid Beyond. I mentioned that we were going to see his show, but . . . uh . . . Short version: See his shows [Link removed 8/13/11; originally ""]. Now. Fly to one if you have to.

In the mean time, here's what some other people have been writing about this past week from NPL Members Lunch Boy, Saphir, Foggy, and Wesley. There will, undoubtedly be more, and I'll probably keep linking them. Also, there is a notable report of one event from a passerby, describing the game of Schroggle. This person appears to have been armed with a better camera than any of the Krewe, so I think we're all thankful to her.

Also, in the meanwhile, I've probably got no chance of reading all of what's happened to all of you in the past week, so feel free to vaingloriously give me the highlights.

Hm. It's the food of the now time eating bye.
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(No, I didn't forget. I just didn't feel like finishing. Now I do, again.)

The green eggs held clues reading compass points, rag, every 24 hours, latest information, Personals,
Top Secret, commercial, and PICTURESQUE announcement. These clues led to the classified section of the April 11 Daily News. There, after a bit of searching, one could find the following ad under "Announcements":
PICTURESQUE landing site found! Cmdr. Grad flipped his space helmet!
The words "picturesque", "grad", and "space helmet" clued my graduation portrait from the University of California, Santa Barbara, which I attended wearing a toy space helmet under my mortarboard. By flipping the photograph around, the agents found a memo from the aforementioned Cmdr. Grad, accompanied by four photographs taken from the landing site. The memo mentioned that an alternate landing site was needed, as well as a means of directing aliens to it.

At the landing site, there was no egg, but taped to a pole was another photograph. This photograph was also from a nearby location, directed to the landing site. When the agents tracked down the source of this new photo, there was another photo taped to another pole. Repeating the process twice more led to a final photograph, apparently taken from among some trees. By taking the position of that last picture, the agents were situated to find the gold egg, which had previously been concealed from view.

Background and Construction
This was one of the first puzzles I came up with, and it went through a few changes. I'd been thinking about using a classified ad for a while. They have been used to great effect for things such as magic tricks, and I thought it would be fun to find something in plain site. Then, as I was walking around the neighborhood one day, I saw a sign for a lost dog. I thought it might be fun to use signs saying "Lost Egg" to lead solvers on a path through the streets by my house.

I decided to use photographs to direct solvers to the first "Lost Egg" sign. But as I got a clearer idea of the theme of the hunt, I decided that it would be better to do something with a landing site. Seeing my graduation photo made me think that the alien name "Grad" and the clue "space helmet" would be a good combination that would fit well in a short ad.

At this point, I was planning on using basic "Detour" signs to lead the runaround. It wasn't until I went out with my borrowed digital camera that I thought of using more pictures to direct the solvers. It clicked as a good idea, and it helped me finalize the route they'd need to follow.

Agents in Action
This was the first clue tackled by the agents, and so there was some prompting involved. When it was clear that they were thinking about a newspaper, I said, "You know I picked up the Sunday newspaper, if you think that would help." I had culled the classified section to get rid of unnecessary employment and used-car ads, but there was still a whole lot of space to look through. There were several agonizing minutes where the page was open to the right area, and I was staring right at the ad, but nobody else could see it. I probably should have dedicated more clue space to focusing on "Announcements", but eventually it was found.

I'm sure that many of you, reading above, thought that it would be a stretch for solvers to think of my graduation picture from that ad. It certainly wasn't for my parents, who immediately began quizzing me on where I had put that helmet. After convincing them that they didn't need the actual helmet, they began looking for he picture.

My cousin, who lives next door, definitely took the lead on this step, since she new the area the best. She very quickly identified the landing site from the given photos, and she, my other younger cousin, and K. ventured off to find it. More than any other puzzle, I was worried that the components of this one might have been taken or blown away, so I made sure to give them my cell phone in case they encountered problems.

After a little while, they called, confused as to what to do next. I talked them through the idea of using the picture as a detour method, which they generally had figured out, but they were still unable to find the next step. After taking care of some business, I ran off to meet them.

As I approached the second location, I got very worried. The girls weren't by it, and I couldn't see the photo. Thankfully, it was because, on my way there, they had found the photo, taken it down, and were already looking for the next location. I waved them on, and went back to headquarters. The agents did need some more cell-phone prodding to finally find the golden egg. I was told by K. that it had more than a bit to do with the three girls, still in pretty, pastel Easter dresses, not wanting to go too close to the bushes where the egg was hidden.

(This puzzle can't be solved by you at all anymore, so I didn't try. I am trying to find a good scan of my graduation picture, and if I find one, I'll add it to the entry.)
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So, earlier today, [ profile] saxikath cut out of work early to spend some time Letterboxing. Like her, it's something I'd heard about, but haven't found time to follow up on. So I surfed over to And started poking around. It looks cool, and there appear to be dozens of them in the LA area, but somewhere along the FAQ, I followed a tangent to Geocaching.

This grabbed me. Perhaps it was that, where there were dozens of nearby letterboxes, there were hundreds of nearby geocaches. Perhaps it was that the geocaching site is more organized, making it easier to tell if the caches were still active, compared to letterboxing information pages that hadn't been updated in months. Perhaps it was the existence of a geocache less than a mile from my house. Perhaps it was the variety of the types of hunts involved.

Mostly, though, there is something about many of the descriptions that remind me of the wanderings of my youth. When I was younger, teenaged mostly, I'd go on long walks or bike rides to muse quietly to myself. Up hills, around confusing residential zones. I'd just set out and be gone for hours. In the west Valley, there were plenty of ways to get a great view, as well. Now, though, I just don't get the same itch to light out and stay out until my feet can't take anymore. There's always something that I could accomplish instead, and having my own apartment obviates the need to escape into the outdoors.

Scanning across the geocaching site made me think this might be a way to recapture that. There are, of course, many caches based on hiking or exploring state parks, but there are also those in the Valley that simply direct a person to hidden spots. The small, out-of-the-way parks that spring up among the various suburbs. Museums and landmarks that many don't know about. It seems like a way to recapture that sort of wandering, disguised as a minor accomplishment. To get out occasionally and explore a new area. And it also looks conducive to getting a few people to join.

So al in all, it seems like an interesting hobby to pick up. Now all I need is a GPS device.
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Step 2: Red CluesThe red eggs held clues reading assassinate, murder, physician, surgeon, sport on a plank, fortunate, beneficial, and inexpensive butt. Which suggested my copy of the game Kill Doctor Lucky [link changed 6/22/11; original link to ""]. Inside, instead of the low-overhead, high-concept game we've all come to know and love, there were several pieces of paper.

First, there was an alien communication regarding Step 2: Drawing Crop Circles. Corporal Flerg has returned his notes to Ensign Dronn, making special mention of the section of the design that crosses itself like an X and explaining the concept earth crops to the young ensign. It's clear to see why this was needed, because also included in the box was a diagram of the prospective site of the circle. Finally, there were twenty-five pieces. (The agents' tetragrams were already cut, but that's difficult to do over the Internet. If you'd like to solve on your own, you can download an image in which the pieces have been randomly arranged and rotated.)

After correctly reconstructing the original crop-circle design, the agents used the clues in the alien communication to dig in an area in my backyard that corresponded to the place on the diagram where the X ended up. After going down a short way, they found the next gold egg.

Background and Construction
This puzzle was changed in probably every possible way before it was finished. Originally, I wanted the location of the golden egg to be located around the church down the street from me. But as Easter grew closer, I became worried about two things. One: The church would attract a lot of families. A lot of families means a lot of nosy kids. A lot of nosy kids means a higher likelihood that the egg might be located and messed with before the agents reached it. Two: I wasn't sure what parts of the church and its grounds would be accessible at what times. The spot I wanted to use (adjacent to a rosary of stepping stones around a garden of roses dedicated to Mary) might or might not be locked by the time the party got started.

At about this time, I decided to try to use the movie Signs as an inspiration for the aliens. It didn't completely pan out, especially since I couldn't locate a Signs-inspired font for the messages, but it did leave me with the idea of a crop-circle puzzle. While eating dinner at the local Chinese restaurant, I mused about the piles of mostly loose dirt in my backyard not being conducive to crops. From there, I thought that the idea of digging up my yard might be pretty fun, or at least surprising.

More on Puzzle Design )

I drew a 10x10 grid on graph paper, selected a good area for a 2x2 square to hold an X, then divided the rest of the grid into non-square tetragrams. Then I drew a loop. Then I cut out the pieces. Then I tried to figure out how to give information to make the placement of the pieces easy.

The grid I'd drawn just didn't want to be easy. I tried so many things, but nothing gave enough information without providing a shortcut to placing the square piece. I also had trouble fighting against the urge to turn the loop into a logic puzzle. There are lots of pencil-and-paper logic puzzles based on figuring out how a loop fills out a grid. I had to keep reminding myself what it would look like. In my mind, I saw Bartok quickly filling it out while Mel and Maria looked dazes/bemused/bored. I quickly shook it off.

Finally, I accepted that the answer would be to give the outlines of all of the pieces. To do this, though, I had to scrap the hours I'd already put into the grid and draw a new one so that, instead of only one square piece, there would be several. Karmically, once I had recut the tetragrams and drawn a new loop, the puzzle was satisfyingly difficult. Clarifying which pieces were "end pieces" by adding the dark borders made it easy enough for me to consider it complete.

I went into my backyard and took pictures of four patches of dirt, after digging them up a little bit and smoothing them with a rake. Then, I arranged them into a square, and lined up my prospective burying spot with the area that would hold the X piece. I overlaid the outlines of the pieces, and the puzzle was finally complete.

Agents in Action
This was the last communication found by the agents. In retrospect, I wasn't incredibly happy with the cluing, but things worked out satisfactorily in the end. My biggest regret was that "sport on a plank" was way, way too ambiguous for "board game", especially since one of my cousins is on a diving team. Regardless, they figured out that "killing" and "doctors" were important, so when my mother stumbled upon the box of Kill Doctor Lucky (conveniently laid on the top of a stack of boardgames), she immediately knew it was right.

I left the house to help the agents working on Step 3, and soon, I saw some agents wandering around my backyard with the diagram. When I found out they hadn't solved the puzzle, but were hoping to shortcut by finding loose earth, I sent them back inside.

Later, I found them digging. In the wrong place. They had solved the puzzle, but couldn't locate it in my backyard. I realized I'd made a foolish mistake. Although the diagram I have online is nice and colorful, clearly showing four different locations, the printed version, in black and white, isn't so clear. In my enthusiasm, in printing, I didn't realize how hard it would be to distinguish the sections. So the agents were using the main resource they had (two flower pots in one shot) and using them to orient the X. I clarified their locations, and soon they were digging in the right place. I had to do the ultimate excavation, though, since they were still a bit hesitant about digging in my yard.

So, though it had troubles, I liked this puzzle a lot, probably because I went through so much grief putting it together. But all of the wrinkles ironed rather well, and the hunt went on.
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Step 1: Yellow CluesThe yellow eggs held clues reading: etching, hanging, holy men, up, down, staircase, illusion, and frame. These clues suggested the print of M.C. Escher's "Ascending Descending" hanging in my living room. When the framed picture was removed from the wall, a sheet of paper was found taped to the side. It was a communication from the aliens researching Earth: "Step 1: Gather Information". (Remember, for best results install Catharsis Cargo.) The instructions from Lieutenant Skit-Tee ask Cadet Grumk to find the information listed below, compress the findings using a set of formulae, then call back for further instructions.

To make sure that people didn't try to solve this by jumping onto my computer, I expressly told solvers not to use the "In-tor-net" in their research. The trick here, was that all of the information was findable within my living room, most of it on my coffee table. In fact, solving at home may be impossible because at least one item is definitely not on the Web, and another answer was taken from a cute, but outdated resource.

The formulae have been removed from the online version of the puzzle because they manipulated the numbers to create a phone number. Specifically, the phone number of a very appreciated journal reader, [ profile] skitty. At my request, she had modified the outgoing message on her voice mail, giving the solvers a final equation. That equation led solvers to my next-door neighbor's house and to the golden egg underneath the decorative numbers of her address.

Background and Construction
The idea of coffee-table trivia came pretty early, and festered for a while. While looking at one of the books which would become a reference, I thought that a Calculatrivia-style quiz would be good, because it would help me narrow down the answers I was looking for around my house, and it would allow me to easily manipulate the answers into an answer-ish form. I collected answers as I cleaned my house. Anytime I found something that was interesting, likely to contain numbers, or that seemed appropriate for my coffee table, I would flip through it looking for some good digits. I collected a small list, and they managed work into the parts of the phone number very well.

Agents in Action
This was the third puzzle found, and it was found pretty easily. My mother and a young cousin picked up on what it meant pretty easily, and they directed my father to take down the picture. I was helping some people get Step Three started, and when I turned around, my father was swinging the print around, showing everyone (except himself, of course) the hidden sheet. Bartok looked at it and said, "Oh great, we're going to have to use the Internet for this one." Alarmed, I pointed out that actually, they probably didn't.

I lost track of this puzzle for a while, and so I can't tell exactly what happened. Most people were focusing on the other puzzles, but after a while, agents returned to it. A few tentative answers had been put in, but most were mysteries. As more people started working on the puzzle, people started to realize that they'd seen related objects before. You see, when DeB and Bartok got arrived earlier than everyone else, they amused themselves by looking at the strange and interesting items on my coffee table. So many of the questions seemed very familiar.

This was the last puzzle completed, and it ended with my mother reading off questions and having everyone else scour my coffee table for books likely to have the answer. When it came time to do the formulas, however, there were some problems. First, I had forgotten to bring a calculator. I thought I had one, but it turned out to be a remote control to a stereo system I never used. So there multiplication bits took a little while. Second, there were two typos in the formulas, causing two of the numbers to be slightly off.

A Digression on Puzzlers and Nonpuzzlers )

So, finally armed with the correct phone number, the agents called Commander Skit-Tee. It took them two calls to get the message correctly, but the directions and the number led them clearly down the street. It didn't take long for them to swarm onto my neighbor's yard and grab the egg.

(The puzzle can be solved without being in my living room, but I would say it's decidedly less fun. Anyway, the answers are available, regardless.)


Mar. 30th, 2004 04:00 pm
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If I'd known that the back yard would take so long to clean, I would have worked on it myself. I knew the place was a mess, but I had assumed that it had gotten that messy before and that it would provide much of a problem for the gardeners. Not so! The leaf blowers had to spend about twice as much time back there, thoroughly waking me up. Next time I see the patio covered with various pollination debris, I'm giong to have to do some preliminary sweeping.
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The Gardeners for the house behind mine decided to come late today, and work extra long today, and work extra slow today, and wake me up for about two and a half hours today. It was not fun.

When I finally did get back to sleep, I dreamt I was at the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament. Things were different than I had expected, though. The first puzzle (and possibly others) was not complete when we received it. Instead, we everyone got just the grid. Then Will Shortz read out clues in random order, making it like a crossword version of Bingo. To my surprise, the grids were collected before anyone was finished. My neighbor at the table, Kiran Kedlaya, explained that this was sample data that was going to be used to callibrate the complex measuring system now in place.

But I remember most about the dream was that, as a tribute to Bob Keeshan, he had altered his nametag to read "Kiran Kangaroo."
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I'm just a bit off on my sleep, a result of the fabulous time had with [ profile] cramerica, Artistry, Bartok and [ profile] wild_magnolia on Sunday's Super Bowl party. Need to get some real sleep soon, since I'm twitching to stay awake. Played a little Text Twist, but decided to stop when the score rounded off.

More soon, dammit.

WedNYTX: 7:30.


Jan. 29th, 2004 05:59 am
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I have resigned as the stage manager of Savage in Limbo, after being verbally and physically assaulted by one of the actors in the show and after what I feel to be some horrendous decisions by the theater company's board of producers. As a result, I have a bunch more free time. Much of this will go to cleaning mi casa, but if anyone's interested in doing something, I'm more than up for it. You know, I still haven't had time to see The Return of the King . . .


Jan. 24th, 2004 07:05 am
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April 11:

I'll be hosting an Easter Sunday party. It will feature a follow-up to last years Eggs Files Easter Egg and Puzzle Hunt. I'm going to plan ahead and maybe actually get some people to show up this year. The hunt will be a bit wider in scope, although the difficulty is going to be about the same, if not easier. I already know how most of it is going to work. There will be no teams this year, everyone works together, and he difficulty will still be geared to make it fun for my high-school-freshman cousin.

If I start planning this early, maybe more than five people will be hunting this time . . .
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That was unpleasant.

I woke up after about an hour of sleep with a headache, nausea, and someone chopping trees in the yard right outside my bedroom.

It was agony.

I couldn't get any decent slumber until 6, when I managed to pass out on the couch. Thankfully I had the foresight to call in sick to work. At least I think I did; I'm a bit fuzzy on that whole section of the day. I might have called a wrong number and told them that I was sick, which wouldn't have been very helpful. But nobody called from work, later, so I'll assume it all went down okay.

Anyway, two aspirin and ten hours later and I was feeling a bit better, still shaken.

Either my body is going to pot or it's doing a decent job fighting against illness. I really hope it's the latter.

Regardless, I'll be back at work tonight, assuming nothing crazy happens. Which may not be a good assumption.
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September's gone already. The crushing heat is over. The forest fires have stopped. My house is a year old. School is very much happening again. There's less and less sunlight to be in. The fog sits in the canyons every morning. And the California flora gets guilty about staying alive while its relatives across the country grow withery.

How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
December's here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
— Dr. Seuss

One year.

Sep. 29th, 2003 08:10 am
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One year ago, I moved into this house. I'm glad I did, it's been a great time. There've been parties and get-togethers and pizza and video games and media equipment and computers and lots of other fun stuff. And today there's me recuperating after a month of hard living.

I'll be doing some of that by judging games in the Interactive Fiction Competition, which started last night and which I spent a few hours downloading. Now it's all here, baby, thirty games to receive my adulation or disgust!
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This was a superb holiday weekend. After my awful job as Lector, I stayed up all day cleaning my house, in preparation of a party the next day. I got about half of it done. I wasn't working all that hard, I was lounging watching TV (mostly the The West Wing marathon on Bravo) for some of it, cleaning for some of it, and spending some of the time just being tired. I woke up early the next morning to beat the holiday rush to the store for BBQ provisions. When I returned, I began looking for something to put on the TV while I worked around the house. I happened upon the MI-5 marathon.

TV addiction )

Eventually, the house was clean, the munchies were set and people began to arrive. It was a modest showing, about ten people, which is about how many I expected. Some people arrived late, which wasn't too much of a problem except that it meant that I had to grill in mostly darkness. As for the grilling itself . . . well, I'm a charcoal man. I know It's worse for the environment, but there's something added in the taste when one uses physical fuel, fire or charcoal, compared to this mysterious gas. Everything cooked well, and everyone enjoyed the food, but it was hard to gauge when things were done because things just didn't look right.

It was fun. There was lively conversation on many varied topics. People brought food items; the most notable were Artistry's selection of strange Japanese desserts, which still sit on my dining room table. They are likely to sit there for a while longer. They scare me.

After most people had left, Artistry, [ profile] wjukknibs, his brother and I, settled down for a game of Trivial Pursuit, which Artistry won. Artistry and I chatted for far too long, as we are wont to do, and then I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up, expecting to have a little bit of day to finish some other errands, but as I mentioned before, my body decided that Tuesday would be a better day for sleeping than for shopping. In retrospect, I have to agree with the body. It was a wonderful way to end a great weekend.

ThuNYTX: 39:30. Had a hard time breaking in, thanks in no small part to two major wrong answers I thought couldn't be wrong.
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  • I believe that the Bar exam should require that a prospective attorney understand the difference between tortious and tortuous. I mean, come on! Twice in two days?
  • I did finish the cryptic I was working on, now I need to figure out how to format it before the contest tomorrow.
  • Speaking of the contest, I should probably get in a little bit more training, just in case.
  • I'm having a barbecue on Monday. If I didn't send you an email it's because you're not in my city or I didn't have your email address in my book when I looked. If you want to come, let me know.
  • This space intentionally left blank

FriNYTX: 100 minutes. I think I forgot to turn off the timer when I finished.


Aug. 5th, 2003 06:35 am
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I was writing about my relationship with Wendy, was 80% of the way through, and the window disappeared. I don't know what happened.

I'm pissed. There's an emotional load on me from the relationship that I can't shake. She's really depressed right now, and I can't deal with it. I want to be friends, but I need some away time. I can't deal with every little thing.

Why doesn't she believe me when I say that she's dangerously depressed and needs help? Why can't she seal with this for a second without me.

This and more is what I'm channeling into Puzzle Pirates. Also why I'm not cleaning my pigsty of a room. [ profile] wjukknibs, want to go out for breakfast this week? Please?
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I've been awake all day. I was awake all day yesterday. It's weird. It's hot, it's smoggy, and there are lots of people around.

I've been unable to get any serious cleaning done; I was hijacked by the decadence that is a warm, breezy Sunday evening. Then, on Monday, I went shopping, picked up some new clothes and some new shoes, running shoes, since I hope to start regular exercise again. After a hot day, I returned home and drank from the hose.

Today I went to Magic Mountain. In eleven hours, I fly to Indianapolis.

And that's, unfortunately, all I can write.
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So, I'll be working on Independence Day. Well, technically, I'm already working on Independence Day, but I'll be working again tonight. And yet, this is a good thing; it means that I get to take Saturday off and fold it into my already-planned vacation, lengthening it to ten days, including weekends. I've been talking about my time off obliquely for some time, but it occurs to me that I haven't really explained what I'm going to be doing.

Well, tomorrow, I work. And then, for the next four days, I'm free around the house. One of those days is looking like it's going to entail a trip to Magic Mountain with [ profile] wjukknibs and some friends. I can't remember which day he's looking at, but when I know, I'll mention it here. I may try to head down to San Diego, but work conflicts may make that not as edifying an experience as I would hope. And there'll be some cleaning of carriage house. There is a surprising large number of spiders lurking in various places around my home, considering I don't have any other insects around (perhaps I would if there were no spiders?). Putting everything back into place will hopefully roust out many.

Then, at 7:45 on Wednesday Morning, I fly to Indianapolis! Yes, Indianapolis! Home of The Brickyard! Home of twenty-third president Benjamin Harrison! Home of . . . of . . . Action Duckpin Bowl?

Indianapolis isn't the most cosmopolitan polis, but then, I'm not going for the politics. The draw is the 164th annual convention of the National Puzzlers' League. The NPL was founded 120 years ago (today!) and has been holding conventions ever since. (For people who do math, the convention was originally semiannual.) It's provided for fans of words, wordplay, puzzles and games, and its member directory includes many creators of the same. Many of these people make it a habit to appear at one or more of various puzzle-related events across the country, such as the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament, where several of the top finishers are NPL members, and the MIT Mystery Hunt, which I attended this January on a team with several people I knew from NPL. The best nutshell description of the attraction to this particular event comes from a report by local NPL member and friend Artistry:
I watch a group play "Killer Charades". Someone steps up. He mimes. "Album title." Got it. "Seven Words." Got it. "Second, fifth, and seventh words." Got it. He falls to the ground. "Falls!" Got it. Someone shouts out, "As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls!" Didn't get it. Total elapsed time: 8.7 seconds.
These are my people. Sure, there are other people that are my people, but those people still give me funny looks when I recite a flat or when I try to explain an "easy" cryptic-crossword clue. The people who don't aren't usually numerous enough to get a good group together for come-what-may.

So that's where I'm going on vacation, Puzzletopia, or some such place. Planned activities include: a set of wordplay puzzles based on identifying smells, a grouping of flats which [ profile] lipogram would find satisfactory, a puzzle extravaganza, original variety cryptic crosswords, a hidden contest, and anything else people happen to bring along. There's also going to be a trip to The Brickyard, though I don't know if it will be puzzle-related. I'll be there from Wednesday, July 9 to Monday, July 14. Also, I probably won't be sleeping.

That's my vacation. How about you?

FriNYTX: 13.


Jul. 3rd, 2003 06:14 am
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I have two more days of work before my vacation. One of them is tonight. The other one is uncertain. My supervisory in her infinite supervisory supervisorness has neglected, until yesterday evening, to plan a schedule for the weekend. Woo! Hopefully, I'll work on Friday, leading into a slightly longer work-free period. Otherwise, it's work, no work, work for the next three days.

I need to clean up my place before I leave. And let my landlord know that he's free to make noise around the house for a week. And buy some new clothes. And invent new rules to Twister. And calm down.

ThuNYTX: 13:45. I just wasn't too happy about this one. ThuLATX: 9:45.


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