It's late a night...I'm knee deep in this textbook I am writing...another chapter due to the publisher in the morning. I'm listening the the Mamas & the Papas song 12:30...just love that. I hike the canyons here a lot with my dog...and can just imagine was it was like here in the 60s. Well...maybe not, except when I bump into some of those aging hippies still hiding out up there.
Not much happening up on the mountain these days...we do have Frobish the works..a fun HOG/adventure game...gotta finish the book first.........
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Kotsmine Hills
Woohoo...I love this game...I love HOGS. Download and go find stuff..endless hours of wasted time!
www.starmountainstudios.com/apparitions
www.starmountainstudios.com/apparitions
Thursday, March 25, 2010
What's up on the mountain?
Hello mountaineers
Hope all is well with you.
I have been engaged in a great volunteer effort these past few months. My dog and I are members of a K9 Search & Rescue team. It is so much hard work! But I gotta tell ya...it is remarkable to see how well my dog does this.
He can smell a scent article and track someone a mile or away...it just amazes me.
This is some of the most worthwhile hours I have ever spent.
I do hope you get a chance to visit the mountain more often. We have a new game you might want to look at. Check out www.starmountainstudios.com/apparitions
Hope all is well with you.
I have been engaged in a great volunteer effort these past few months. My dog and I are members of a K9 Search & Rescue team. It is so much hard work! But I gotta tell ya...it is remarkable to see how well my dog does this.
He can smell a scent article and track someone a mile or away...it just amazes me.
This is some of the most worthwhile hours I have ever spent.
I do hope you get a chance to visit the mountain more often. We have a new game you might want to look at. Check out www.starmountainstudios.com/apparitions
Sunday, December 6, 2009
HOGs
We are about ready to release the first in a series of Hidden Object games.
www.starmountainstudios.com
www.starmountainstudios.com
Friday, May 8, 2009
Falstaff
Falstaff..the sequel to Apparitions, the ghost hunting game, is nearing completion!
www.starmountainstudios.com/apparitions
www.starmountainstudios.com/apparitions
Friday, August 10, 2007
Rolling pancakes
After we took off from Hawaii, we headed south. Our first destination of the day was Pago Pago, where we would stop to refuel the jet and get some lunch.
Pago Pago (pronounced "pango pango") is a beautiful island. When we landed, the weather was balmy, and the small airport, sitting right on the edge of the ocean, was bordered with smooth, tall, conical shaped mountains covered in jungle foliage.
As we walked from the jetway into the little restaurant, we passed through an opening in a short wall made of coral that had gorgeous wil orchids growing out of it's crevasses.
In the restaurant, I learned about Samoan pancakes. Apparently, the dough is deep fried and comes out round, like a ball. One of the crew ordered those, and one kept rolling off his plate onto the table.
Through the windows, we could see ground crews working on our big Starlifter...and then out of nowhere...a tropical storm whipped across the island, pelting it with rain. The storm disappeared as quickly as it had arrived leaving misty, jewel-like narrow waterfalls pouring off of the mountains near the runway.
www.starmountainstudios.com
Pago Pago (pronounced "pango pango") is a beautiful island. When we landed, the weather was balmy, and the small airport, sitting right on the edge of the ocean, was bordered with smooth, tall, conical shaped mountains covered in jungle foliage.
As we walked from the jetway into the little restaurant, we passed through an opening in a short wall made of coral that had gorgeous wil orchids growing out of it's crevasses.
In the restaurant, I learned about Samoan pancakes. Apparently, the dough is deep fried and comes out round, like a ball. One of the crew ordered those, and one kept rolling off his plate onto the table.
Through the windows, we could see ground crews working on our big Starlifter...and then out of nowhere...a tropical storm whipped across the island, pelting it with rain. The storm disappeared as quickly as it had arrived leaving misty, jewel-like narrow waterfalls pouring off of the mountains near the runway.
www.starmountainstudios.com
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
We spent the night on Hawaii, then took off bright and early the next morning for Pago Pago, then Christchurch, New Zealand. James Cameron, the director of Titanic, was travelling with us along with a grad student from Berkley who was heading to McMurdo with parts of a telescope that was going to be installed at the base.
Just after we took off from Hawaii, I was squirreled away up on the flight deck. There is an odd little bunk bed up there, as long as I am tall, and snugged right under the fueling port. I've flown across the Pacific a number of times with the Air Force, and it can be a long flight and a bit boring sitting in a plane without windows...so, I like to lay down on the bunk for the long flight and enjoy the sights from the flight deck.
As I was laying up there, shortly after takeoff, one of the two navigator's who joined our crew in Hawaii came up to the flight deck to talk to the captain and other crew. He saw me up on the bunk and pulled a small teddy bear from his back pack and handed it to me, asking if I would look after the bear for the trip. He was one of two navigator's we had picked up for this trip who specialized in navigating the pole.
I studied the bear, and and saw that it had a back pack. Inside was a notebook with log entries from other people who had looked after the bear, and around it's neck was a tag with a letter explaining that the bear belonged to a young girl in Kansas and was part of her Geography project. She had handed the bear off to a commercial crew leaving Kansas nearly a year ago, with a special request that the crew hand it off to someone else who would record where the bear went and so on. I read some of the entries of where this little bear had been. From Kansas he'd gone to Germany and Norway, and then the military picked him up and he'd visited areas at war in Bosnia. The letter asked if whoever had the bear on a date about 6 weeks away would be kind enough to mail it back to her, she was going to use the log entries to plot on maps where the bear had been.
Now I was going to take him to the pole.
Just after we took off from Hawaii, I was squirreled away up on the flight deck. There is an odd little bunk bed up there, as long as I am tall, and snugged right under the fueling port. I've flown across the Pacific a number of times with the Air Force, and it can be a long flight and a bit boring sitting in a plane without windows...so, I like to lay down on the bunk for the long flight and enjoy the sights from the flight deck.
As I was laying up there, shortly after takeoff, one of the two navigator's who joined our crew in Hawaii came up to the flight deck to talk to the captain and other crew. He saw me up on the bunk and pulled a small teddy bear from his back pack and handed it to me, asking if I would look after the bear for the trip. He was one of two navigator's we had picked up for this trip who specialized in navigating the pole.
I studied the bear, and and saw that it had a back pack. Inside was a notebook with log entries from other people who had looked after the bear, and around it's neck was a tag with a letter explaining that the bear belonged to a young girl in Kansas and was part of her Geography project. She had handed the bear off to a commercial crew leaving Kansas nearly a year ago, with a special request that the crew hand it off to someone else who would record where the bear went and so on. I read some of the entries of where this little bear had been. From Kansas he'd gone to Germany and Norway, and then the military picked him up and he'd visited areas at war in Bosnia. The letter asked if whoever had the bear on a date about 6 weeks away would be kind enough to mail it back to her, she was going to use the log entries to plot on maps where the bear had been.
Now I was going to take him to the pole.
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