I no can haz Minecraft. They updated it, and the GUI is so small, even when I dial it up as high as it will go, I can’t tap the inventory buttons with my big, grown-up fingers. So I can’t play that anymore. Maybe on a computer or an iPad, but I don’t use those for it; I play games on my tablet.
So I went and found another
time-waster recreational activity. It’s called Little Big Farm.
I have a garden patch, a chicken coop, a bread oven, and a feed mill (not shown). If those chickens look like they’re dead, it’s because you have to feed them ALL THE TIME or they flop on the ground like that. It’s a little bit stressful, actually.
Farming ain’t for sissies.
The easel just by the chickens is a job board. You fill the orders with wheat, eggs, corn, bread, or whatever you have, and the truck takes it away and brings back money.
Not sure how this is gonna go, but you don’t have to deal with zombie invasions and stuff, so I guess it’ll do for a while.
I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about another one of Charlie’s dishes.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a stressful day.