Since I primarily type and navigate technology with my right hand’s index finger and thumb, I’ve tied these fingers together for method acting during this week’s update to “The Story” to empathize with how John (below, left) would use technology. It’s not easy! John and Trishna (right) are fortunately strong-willed characters, so let’s explore how they’ve adapted to their impairments, how their world broadly considers accessibility, and how technology has helped both them and us.
When the blindfolds were removed, the first things we saw were: “I must type for my life.” We were shackled and wore oppressive green collars. An imposing figure dominated a large screen, with matching red-suited guards holding odd guns on either side, and an equally large keyboard table in front of us. Kiki was scared, but held her composure. The looming figure’s voice boomed out: “Welcome! Step forward. You must type these words to survive!”
“If you listen to a studio album by Tiger Army, that’s how they sound live.” I could also say that the opener act seemed to be an odd choice until watching their co-headliner made me realize they were actually the odd ones out. That’s about all I can say about the concert last month. So why not continue by talking about finishing incomplete work? The ones lingering on their fifth draft and still not done?
Bias: No major biases
Tiger Army Rating: ★★★☆☆ [3/5]
WANNA READ A HALF REVIEW, HALF THOUGHT PIECE ABOUT FINISHING YOUR WORK? KEEP ON READING!
When I attach myself to a new project, be it any paid contract or any work really, I tend to idly brainstorm all these fanciful ideas to improve these projects. I’m better now about not overstepping my boundaries. Since joining the Keyboard Kommander team, I’ve used some idle mental resource time to imagine: what would my ideal typing game include? What could be helpful for humanity? What would make it more than just distracting entertainment?
Shortly after beginning to row regularly again, I received invites for more physical hobbies. Until now, I hadn’t been up to the challenge. The brain is funny. Mine knows when it’s time to kick into gear. Mine knows when I need to trash the junk food and get better quality food. Mine knows when it can do more. My body is now less of a burden to my mind’s ambitions to do more, including… skateboarding?
We only have a finite amount of time in life. Every minute you spend on one idea, project, or person detracts from another possibility. I have over 20 reviews I’ve been considering writing lately. Some may come to fruition, others, not. The list of reviews I’m most interested in writing in some form or another is a tie-in to a new project I’ve joined that may lead to more success than completing any of these reviews.
Here’s my plan: the Saturday fiction practices are mainly to refine my writing skills with random plots featuring characters I have no attachment. Something’s contrived or cliché? Better to have tried and failed in some random short story than in “The Story.” These Sunday updates will continue until the short stories [test] match what I’m aiming for with Trishna (left) and John’s story [production]. So let’s brush on some character development and floss away clichés.
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (character development)
WANNA PROTECT YOUR MOUTH FROM THE HORRORS OF TOOTH DECAY? BRUSH AND FLOSS! THEN KEEP ON READING!
“What’s that, Float?”
“Let’s go see.”
The two friends skated through the college parking lot to a small rectangular object they saw while lounging around between classes. The obscured teacher’s parking area was empty except for trees, the two part-time students, and the worn leather object. The fitter of the two arrived first, grabbed the object, and started investigation before the lankier one arrived.
“That’s someone’s wallet, Quest.”
“Yeah, I’m just lookin’ inside for… ID.”
I don’t pull punches with people I respect. It’s better that you know how you can improve than to leave it lingering in the background like some sort of stench you can’t smell. Unless, of course, I know you’re particularly sensitive to the idea of any constructive criticism, in which case I’ll politely guide you. These sprites of the main characters of An Insurmountable Odd wouldn’t exist if not for honest feedback. Don’t fear criticism.
I haven’t got more than 6 hours of sleep in the last month, and besides occasional fatigue, I haven’t felt better! It’s not that I don’t want to sleep more. I can’t. I mustn’t. Almost daily since March, I’ve sacrificed most of my available time toward a larger goal that is still years off in the distance. It’s closer now than in February. Here’s the good and bad of what I’ve learned in actively dreaming everyday.