Lara won't catch on fire if…

I’m happy to report that with the help of Stella’s walkthrough, I have caught up to the point in Tomb Raider I that I abandoned it years ago. After about an hour on the Fire Torch room, I finally got through it.

Lots of annoyances. I’m playing it on my laptop, and there are key combinations that are needed by the game that just make my laptop beep.

And of course, this is a Windows 95 game, which is, at best, flakey under XP. In particular, the game freezes at certain points, and the only way out is to kill the instance of the game, start again, and reload the previous saved game.

Unfortunately, these freezes come:

  • At the Eidos splash screen
  • When the title page fades from white to colour
  • When the title command sprites launch into orbit
  • At the beginning and ends of levels
  • When saving or loading games
  • Before and after cut scenes

So I’m really having to keep on my toes and cross my fingers, and save frequently.

Last time I was playing this, I was under the impression that the Fire Torch Room was some key pin at the very end of the came. I was sadly mistaken: it’s pretty much exactly halfway through.

So, now that I’ve got this far with the walkthrough, shall I abandon it and play the game for myself? … Probably not…

Lara won’t catch on fire if…

I’m happy to report that with the help of Stella’s walkthrough, I have caught up to the point in Tomb Raider I that I abandoned it years ago. After about an hour on the Fire Torch room, I finally got through it.

Lots of annoyances. I’m playing it on my laptop, and there are key combinations that are needed by the game that just make my laptop beep.

And of course, this is a Windows 95 game, which is, at best, flakey under XP. In particular, the game freezes at certain points, and the only way out is to kill the instance of the game, start again, and reload the previous saved game.

Unfortunately, these freezes come:

  • At the Eidos splash screen
  • When the title page fades from white to colour
  • When the title command sprites launch into orbit
  • At the beginning and ends of levels
  • When saving or loading games
  • Before and after cut scenes

So I’m really having to keep on my toes and cross my fingers, and save frequently.

Last time I was playing this, I was under the impression that the Fire Torch Room was some key pin at the very end of the came. I was sadly mistaken: it’s pretty much exactly halfway through.

So, now that I’ve got this far with the walkthrough, shall I abandon it and play the game for myself? … Probably not…

Urgh

I hate mornings. I have especially mornings when there’s no bread or milk for toast or cereal. BleUrgh. Wake me up properly if something interesting happens.

Podcasting

Troubled Diva has some info on how to make and listen to Podcasts. I am intrigued. Perhaps this is the perfect way of accompanying my recent wittering about scrobbling. I don’t immediately have 3 hours to spend, and I’m not sure I can record things in the middle of the night with disturbing those around me.

I have just agreed to take part in “I’m a Councillor, Get Me Out of Here”. I don’t know what this entails. Perhaps I should have found out more before agreeing.

last.fm

I’m blogging at 3am. You just know I’m prevaricating, don’t you?

I’ve been listening to my music and having it faithfully transcribed by Audioscrobbler.

And yet, nearly 400 tracks in, the website hasn’t told me who my musical neighbours are.

Is this because my listening habits are just too damn odd? Or is it because my MP3 collection isn’t properly named and it can’t work out what I’m listening to?

Hardly anyone seems to be listening to the Draylon Underground.

I’ve spent the week obsessively listening to one track on repeat: The Connells, 74-75. But that’s been on my CD player in the kitchen and not on anything webbable.

Firebomb

Someone firebomed a car outside our house earlier this evening, and now at 2.45am, the remains have just been lifted onto a flatbed truck and removed.

It was the neighbour’s old Volvo. Had obviously been in the wars, with one window replaced by a black bin liner and duct tape. Which was probably how they got the burning things in in the first place.

I must be more careful about closing my sun roof and locking my doors when I leave the car. The old Volvo was no more a desirable target of a car than my own old Skoda.

Manliness

I changed my own front tyre this evening before setting off for work, and consequently feel very manly.

It was obviously flat. Practically everyone I know who’s ever been in a similar situation has phoned the RAC and played heavily on the ‘single female’ line, and I didn’t think I could get away with that.

I was somewhat relieved to discover that I did have everything I needed to change it in the car. (The thought had been bugging me all round France.)

Burns

For some reason, someone’s just subscribed me to a ‘Burns Victims Throughout the World’ mailing list.

I do hope that’s not portentous.