Yes, I’m in the NASA fandom.
Things I love about Minecraft
- You can dye the sheep different colors.
- Once you sheer them to get the dyed wool, the wool grows back the same color. Forever. (Unless you dye the sheep a different color.)
- If you breed a sheep you’ve dyed red with a sheep you’ve dyed yellow, you can get an orange lamb.
That second, higher fence is to keep out the wolves. Yep, wolves were eating my sheep.
My son and I spent 2-3 hours in Minecraft on the Xbox this afternoon, and built a 100+ block-high TARDIS. The light on top actually flashes, too!
Later we’re going to flesh out the inside to serve as a house.
We are having a good day. :)
There’s been a horrible accident down at the factory
Tainted material spilled.
There’s taint everywhere!
We’ve got to stop the taint from spreading!
A Tale of Minecraft
With a bone or two, I had a tamed a local wolf. He followed me everywhere, until I bade him sit, and so obedient was he that he sat unmoved for over two months, except to turn to look at me, awaiting a command. He stood guard at the entrance to the factory, though it was a peaceful time, with no hostile mobs on the roam. so really, i had not need of him. Still, he was a comfort to me.
One day, a cat strayed onto the factory floor. I thought to tame her, too, and threw a cooked fish in her direction. She ate it, and was finally still enough for me to put a gold medallion around her neck. She wandered about the factory floor while I went off to craft a kitty bed for her. I used orange wool, to match her fur, and plopped it down on the ground, near the dog.
Well, it didn’t quite end up where I wanted it, so I went to pick it up, and it ended up on my head! No doubt tangled in my hair, because try as I might, I could not get it off. I ran about madly, trying to remove it. I may have bumped into the wolf-dog. I can’t be sure. Finally, after several tries, I was able to remove it only with the help of Snappy, the giant tortoise, my first pet in this world, whom I had tamed only at my son’s insistence.
I had had to build a corral for Snappy and keep him there gated away, for he would follow me even more closely that Wolfie, and push me around to no end. I could barely exit his pen without him escaping, so closely would he follow. I had to build a system of two gates, rather like an airlock, to ensure he would stay enclosed.
So, finally, by putting Snappy on my head, the kitty bed returned to the ground. Snappy, at least, I could remove from my head on my own. I slid through one gate, closed it in his face, then left through the other.
By now, the cat had grown impatient for it’s bed, and some food to eat or milk to drink there. But the bed was locked away in Snappy’s pen. I entered the factory and and the cat angrily approached. She clawed at me, her temper raged so. I was not truly injured, and she would have calmed down eventually. But wolf-dogs are fiercely loyal to their masters, and from nowhere (or somewhere off to the right, where he had sat patiently for at least three score days and nights) he kept into action. He attacked, and the cat was soon no more.
He ran about the factory floor, leaping excitedly. I headed to the food chest, and fed him three cooked pork chops to heal his battle wounds. His tail perked up. I walked back to his spot outside. He followed. I told him to sit. He returned to his stoic pose. He is a good dog.