Sorry Sparky, I don’t feel like doing anything.  I just want to sit in the snack pit all day.

Staying up late isn’t a problem.  The problem is that I can’t sleep past about 7 am.  Last night, we were up late playing Ark Survival.

Ark is like Minecraft, but with dinosaurs.  Punch rocks, and you get wood.  Pick up rocks, and now you can make a hammer.  Kill some penguins to get polymers.  Collect enough material and knowledge, and you can build a fort, add a forge, and manufacture a shotgun.

I don’t have the time and patience for that.  My Warhammer buddies do.

What makes it fun is that Ken has it running on a server, so he can optimize the game parameters.  Art, Ed and the rest of the guys have the materials and knowledge to build it up.

I am new at this.  Last night, we were hatching or birthing animals to imprint on me.  They are in my thrall.

This is my snowy owl, Thruxton.  It’s fun to fly and has healing powers.

This is my thylacoleo, Scrambler.  It can climb and jump like mad, and is fast on land.

My dimetrodon is Bonnie Ville, good in the water. 

I needed a naming convention to remember what animals are mine, so they are named after models of Triumph motorcycles.

Much of the gaming session was intended to set me up, so I had to stick with it, but 2 am is so late for me now.  Or 7 am is too early.

Sparky is the real victim.  He stays up with me, but is bored when I’m on the computer.  Last night wasn’t fun for him, and I don’t plan on doing much today.  Maybe we will go for a car ride.  I am cooking a brisket today, so Sparky will enjoy that.