Time is coming once again,
time's up to pay my rent,
somewhat prepared,
doesn't matter,
I have a month...
to say farewell.

Hi guys, here's a list I did with Victor about how weird Jaime is. The story was this. I told him he is so strange that there's a very long list of weird things about him. "For example?" "Jaime, there are so many that you should ask if you want your answer by category, initial letter, or with a specific filter." He chose by alphabet... I could explain myself a bit better, but nah.

aseo (That means he has weird things for keeping his house clean)
balanceo (When nervous he kinda dance like a metronome)
caballero (He is always gentle, no matter the kind of girl he is around with)
domestico (He never wants to leave his house)
excentrico (blah blah)
fastidioso
goloso
honesto*
inconsistente*
jovato
kafkiano
lento
maquiavelico
nostalgico
orgulloso
pesimista
quixotico
repetitivo
sospechoso
taciturno
uraño
volatil
whimpsy
xenofilo
yavhético
zafio

My life is perfect at the moment. I guess that's a rich way to say why I haven't blogged for a while. I even feel the need to have an excuse, hehe. This doesn't come as an epiphany or out of struggle. I have known this for quite some time. And I know it won't last and I enjoy it nonetheless.

For some days, I have been specially "inner lifey", maybe "dreamy" is a better name. I call it "literate". I have this vice of thinking that if life is too pleasant, then there's no story. So I create one. Nowadays, I don't start from scratch, not most of the time. I have a couple of inner stories that keep getting better. I hope to write them down one day. However, if I never do that, almost certainly; I will smile wondering if ever some other human ever thought that story. I have come to love-hate archetypes. I have gone so far as to assume they are specie-bound. What kind of archetypes would my imagined species have. I have this sentient worm like race fighting for a life without culture. What kind of dreams bind them all together? They mostly don't die or have sex. They cannot trust. They have but one rite of passage. What tree of life could they adore?

In another line of thought, I have this series of short stories about adventures across the omniverse. Basically, the omniverse is everything. There we exist and so does the marvel universe or ranma 1/2 or star trek. Each separated and normally unaware of each other. The thing is that the omniverse is really a tree. Does three universe exist because someone in our "verse" thought them out. Though star trek probably has their own version of cinderella. If it is just the same story, then both universe most be able to interact with the cinderella-verse. As you see, verses are one-way mirrors. Someone "real" in the parent verse, can interact. Enter almost at will. You are not necessarily a god among them. Hey, you can't be almighty in the world of warcraft. There are rules. These stories are supposed to be about misterious crimes across the omniverse. No regular cast, but a common goal. I haven't read "seven soldiers of victory" but sounds like a good reference. Ironically I won't do any fanfic. I don't want to get all nihilistic with these stories, though I won't mind exploring what can we do to survive knowing we aren't real. I will try to be as disrespectful of abraxas as possible. I know all this sounds so postmodern, but I'm trying to explore characters that make mistakes. With any luck the omniverse is a good place to notice special errors. I, as a writer, have the problem that in my characters are too smart in their verses. They get things the first time something happen. They do have problems of attitude, goals and dreams, but they are just too efficient. Maybe if I do a verse so bizarre that I myself don't get it, I will have them trip over the edge.

Anyway, good luck.

Six days before my birthday and I come here to update my last will. Sure I do have one thing much more interesting to say, but I won't. Not yet, and not in english. So obviously I won't leave Pollo my sandman, and Allan is probably out of the game also (for better reasons).

David: pois, guitar, rubik, papercraft.
Julio: computer-related books, heroscape.
Yorch: scifi books
Julian: language-related books
Jaime: rpg books, munchkin
Padilla: graphic novels (excluding Sandman)
Allan: philosophy books, go books...

Damn, almost all my gifts are books, that tell us something. I wish I had something for ale, monge, diana and so on. I know my friendship with them is much more than mere objects. On the other hand, I hardly ever see yorch, but he is the person who should have my scifi. I guess I could give monge my "Dangerous Ideas", but it feels like cheating. Yes, Karina would receive almost everything else, at this point. (Please don't kill me!) However I don't think my Jared Diamond or Piaget books would be rightly served if Karina has them. Who would play my Fluxx? Well, some other day I will figure this out, for now, it is enough. Life's good.

Several days ago I told padilla a simple truth, I would happily play rpg every single day of my life. Two days later I sent an email asking some friends if they wanted to join me. Voila! I'm just doing that. :)

Why am I so excited? Is my life so boring I have to create a magic world as to compensate something? Nah, something much more simple. I like to weave stories. I don't portray myself as an augmented person (to my knowledge), I just describe universes. I'm just glad I'm writing every single day. One day, I will finish my novella; and my friends may read it. However, I write because I love myself while writing. 100% selfish reasons. (Surprise, doing math and coding is just the same.)

I love doing my research while writing, and I have tons of it in this rpg adventure. The players will probably never ever get to know many details, but I love doing it anyway. Why did I chose milk? Why june 09? Who is Pancho? And so on... I'm no Tolkien, but I enjoy having reasons and plausability for everything it happens. A universal juggler.

Campaign are art, by the same merits as any other performance. Will it ever be recognized, as comics step by step are becoming, a supported media? I doubt it, but it is art, even when friends, that should know better, are blind to it. If it is a performance art, shouldn't you repeat the general story? Is Theater an art each time it is performed, or is the global event? World seems to think that once is enough. Oscars are sent to people doing an awesome after-N-repetitions-selecting-the-best job. Nonetheless, I should try... someday.

I miss you Pollo.

After much, too much, inner discussion I have come to the conclusion that I should just talk about it. I really miss my friend. Every now and then I find something awesome in life that I wish I could share with him. This time is a course. I really cannot complain, my life is great and most people don't find magic every now and then. Yet here I am. I'm sleeping too much once again. I'm not having my sarcasm dose.

I tried to pick Python. It took me four days to read the tutorial (because I had to constantly remind myself the little differences with Ruby). I'm the kind of guy who mix languages if I don't remark every variation. Like lists being inmutable. Or a comma at the end for 1 element tuples.

Anyway now I know the syntaxes and read the PEP8 which looks like Python's greatest innovation. I can't imagine a project I want to do that would benefit from Python so it will be in the freezer for a while.

As I had extra time I decided to take a look at Haskell. To tell you the truth, I choose Python instead of it in the first place, because I'm tired of the FP-hype. I know Erlang and Scheme so I truly believe I know my FP. Anyway, it took me a couple of hours to read that tutorial. All made sense pretty quickly. I can't pretend to be a Haskell expert but it looks like Erlang without the concurrency plus a more expressive syntaxes. If I recall correctly, Scheme does have a delay function. Anyway, I like it and I can see myself doing something with it (that I would have usually done with Scheme). Yet, I miss Sexp.