This past week, no more than a week, has been one of the worst weeks of my life. I've been semi-puking, I've used up LITERALLY 12 Double Rolls of toilet paper blowing my nose and coughing up phlegm, I had to put $500 bucks on my car because my airblower and resistor went out and my wife is pregnant and I can't have my pregnant wife riding around in 15 degree weather with no heat and then have her birth my son only to have him die on the ride home, and basically I'm going to be out of a paycheck this month due to missing work so much, and I'm supposed to meet my "educational parole officer" before I go in to school but I keep calling and she's still on vacation with less than two weeks to go before I start my classes.
To be completely honest: I'm really not that depressed. My life really isn't in THAT bad of a position. I just don't really have anywhere to vent my problems. I've been sick for the past 9 days and I couldn't go anywhere because that stuff sucked donkey balls and I've had no one I could talk to besides my wife who already was getting worried and depressed because of everything and I'm supposed to be happy and reassure her and she already knows everything I would say so it would just make her sad, and scared, and it would be stupid and boring because she already knows what happened.This Christmas, no one knew what to buy for each other (not counting my wife and I - we made presents for each other) so basically this was a giftcard christmas exchange on accident. My wife made me an awesome book that pretty much just described me and our relationship. I loved it. Also, she drew my butt in it. It's a lot less hairy than I anticipated - I've never actually looked at it in the mirror. I'm probably going to go try to do that as soon as I stop typing.She went from A to Z just naming stuff and making either word art or making images related to the stuff. It was really touching.I made her a quick little game because it took me forever to figure out what I wanted to make for her. First, I came up with the idea of the game and I started pixeling little versions of myself, Abbey, and Britches (our cat).Nine Day Flu
Posted by Acid on Jan. 3, 2013, 7:04 p.m.
Britches, if you don't know, is our evil cat. He was really cute and nice as a baby, but as he got older, he decided that biting was his favorite form of communication and forgets, from time to time, that other people don't much like being chased, attacked, and then clung to and bit repeatedly.Actually, he's just mean and vicious. He doesn't use his claws when he plays unless he's using them to bring the toy to his mouth so he can death-roll whatever his prey may be at the moment.Well, half the time he's cute and cuddly. But only half.Edit: Also, he attacks my dog daily wtf
Can you code for HTML5?
Nope GML is the only scripting language I know at the moment.
I'm slowly teaching myself C# using the XNA, Playstation Mobile, and Wikibooks tutotials.I probably should look into HTML5 since it does seem to be the new actionscript. :PEdit: Forgot I learned LUA a long time ago to make games on my Custom Firmware PSP… So I do know another VERY simple scripting language.Hope things turn around for you soon, man.
Best wishes.Also the zombie/winter survival game ideas sound like they'd turn out awesome. Maybe you should take on and just start doing pages of dev notes before you jump into it?Thanks guys, I feel all the way better today.
I went to a party last night with friends that I haven't seen in awhile. It felt good.Also, I literally started teaching myself javascript/HTML5 last night and I'm actually getting a hold of it very quickly. I know I'm going to start with the Winter game but I can't decide which scripting language to use. That actually is a good thing because now I don't feel like as much of a loser because I can tell people I know a "respected" language.The only kind of sick I get is really bad stomach aches/ head aches. And those don't even last too long. Usually a day or so. I've pretty much forgotten how it feels to throw up.
I'm pretty sure I should be happy about that.I wonder if I taught britches to be mean when I visited.
I woke up on your floor that first night, slightly hung over, and really didn't want to sit up, so I played with britches for like 2 hours. At first he would kind of just poke at my arm, but I kept provoking him until he was biting and scratching me by the end of the morning.