Moving and Vacation to Boston

For the last view monthes I’ve been in the long, drawn out process of moving to a new house. This involved monthes of fixing and cleaning. My family relocated a small 10 miles to a much larger, nicer house and we’re just about settled in. This did wonderful damage to my projected time to complete Brave Earth — which is hardly worked on at all. The game will come out when it’s done, but I am so behind that projecting any vague release date is out of the question. Anyways, eventually I’ll post more about the house and show off my closet of a room (living with ones parents, while cheap and condusive to creating quality games is pretty great, there are some rough but acceptable drawbacks), but for now just take my word that I’m back to work. There might even be a little game in between now and Brave Earth. I’ll keep you posted.

Anyways, two weekends back, I flew up to Boston to hang out with some old gamer friends of mine. This has been an annual ritual for the group for the last 6 years and would be the 4rd time I’ve managed to attend (I missed the last 2). Our destination was a classic for the group. Nahant Island, at the home of one of our players. What makes this place so special?

A World War 2 Observation Tower
A World War 2 Observation Tower

Well, the home owner, Pat, is the proud owner of a World War II Observation tower, that was used to try and spot submarines in the Boston harbor. The first two years we did this, the tower was rigged up with ethernet cable and we played Call of Duty and Global Operations with two people set up on every floor (and then some folks on ground floor). These days though we choose to hang around, eat and drink and play various other, dorky games and generally just socialize.

Left to Right: Bill, Steve, Chris, Jason, Pat. Foreground: John and Ben. Dog: Macy
Left to Right: Bill, Steve, Chris, Jason, Pat. Foreground: John and Ben. Dog: Macy

I sadly lost most of my pictures, but I got a few from some other guests. We played a lot of Soul Calibur 4 while we’re there. Every time we go up, a Soul Calibur game gets pulled out and even though I am not a fan of the series, I end up playing and totaling everyone. I chalk this up to general fighter experience and my simple Mitsurugi mixup and pressure. That said I am, over all, pretty bad at all 3d fighers, but good enough to whip some 30-something year olds. :P

In that picture you have… (left to right)

Bill: A man who has been a teacher, paramedic, career fighter and has owned multiple homes and properties. He’s one of those guys who is never satisfied with what he’s doing and is constantly challenging himself.

Steve: A PHP programmer from Times Magazine. Very clever and quick witted. Also one of my better Soul Calibur rivals.

Chris: The guy that generally owns us in any FPS we play. He didn’t do so great in Soul Calibur. He’s a generally nice guy who makes great hotwings.

Jason: The shirtless one. Jason does various computer work, some of which I believe is freelance. Generally a very funny, relaxed guy and also one hell of a cook. Usually he’s wearing a shirt and headshooting people with ‘laser eyes’. Also rocks a wicked Voldo (relatively speaking).

Pat: The homeowner. Says he always dreamed to have a tower! Relaxed, quiet guy who loves buying gizmos and gadgets. Does coding work for the military. He’s always reminded me of Jim from Mission Hill. Also he is very shrewd when it comes to politics.


John: I just met John this year. He beats me for the youngest in the group now. He was extremely nice and seemed very big on learning about the past of the group and the people he didn’t meet yet. Great guy.

Ben: My pilot to Boston. Oh wait. I didn’t write about that yet…! Ben is a grumpy flight instructor and definitely one of my closet friends. Ben is unshaven perhaps more than I am.

Dog/Macy: Macy is a great dog that likes to lick people while they sleep.

Not Pictured…

James: Ex-Lawyer and now computer tech. Hyper philosophical and a lingophile. Great guy to listen to while he’s drunk! Looks like a cleaned up, ex biker.

Brian: Military engineer who has worked on many vehicles used to terminate human life. Also a master and teacher of the kung fu art Hung Gar. Despite this, he is soft spoken, polite and humble.

Reese: Not sure what Reese is doing these days (tax consolutant I believe?), but he’s probably the one still most invested in geek/roleplaying culture. Well, besides me! Another smart guy and great conversationalist.

Dan: Another person I haven’t met yet. He was by far the oldest of this and I believe he was into his 50s. He was very quiet generally but extremely nice. I played a good game of Settlers of Catan with him involved.

Adam: Tall motherfucker, great cook and filthy, depraved individual. We got along excellently. I’ve played online with him before, but never met him. Him and Jason did all the cooking for the weekend, san hotwings.

Anyways the eating situation was excellent. Jason and Adam cooked constantly the whole time, providing a fantastic menu throughout the 3 day weekend.

-Dinner: Beer poached sausage

-Breakfast: Fantastic fucking pancakes
-Lunch: 6 home made pizzas. The yeast was even cultivated from scratch by Jason
-Dinner: Spicy pulled pork and beans.

This is not actually us
This is not actually us

-Breakfast: omelettes. Loaded with bacon. I got to eat a ton more of these than everyone else, mostly to make up for the fact I drink far less beer than everyone else.
-Lunch: Hotwings made by Chris. It was a basic recipe apparently, but they were the best fucking wings I ever had.
-Dinner: “Chacarareos”. I probably butchered the spelling. A sandwich from Chili. Grilled chicken, tomato, munster cheese, string beans and an avacado spread. Something I usually would hate, but it worked out great.

Monday, we skipped on eating so everyone could get to the airport on time. I can’t stress how good the eats were. Far better than your usual ‘burgers and dogs’ guy hangout food. All and all the weekend was awesome. It’s always good to hang with old friends. But now, the flight.

Ben and I decided this year that Boston was easily in flying distance of a small aircraft. We packed a Tecnam Eaglet to the brim with the little luggage it would fit, crammed our fat asses into it and flew an hour and a half to Beverly Munciple Airfield, just outside Boston. The return trip was mostly the same, only I flew for about 10-20 minutes and we goofed off a bit near the end. Sadly the weight prevented any real serious maneuvers. I did get a lot of great shots, which I’ll post down below, along with some video. Also I got some shots of a Messerschmitt Bf 108. I had some shots of a MIG-15 at Beverly, but that was lost when my camera decided to erase it’s self.

First video is us fooling around a bit between CT and LI. Second is the landing. I’m also reading off the check list, which is why the camera gets pointed at a piece of paper for so long. Sorry, but no audio.