One of the perks of obsessing over Farmville is that every once in awhile, one learns some odd new fact about international flora and fauna. For example, if not for Farmville I would not know that daikon is a Japanese radish. This might be important information, in some unfathomable context.
Today's farming knowledge nugget is that bison are (supposedly) native to Switzerland. I live in the American West so that was news to me. Naturally I googled for confirmation. Sure enough, there is a town called Bison over there. Switzerland is also home to the Bison Ranch, whose page at the website myswitzerland.com proudly boasts under a photo of these large and familiar looking beasts "An exotic experience, almost the same as zipping across the Atlantic: what you see here is in fact a splendid herd of American bison!"
So do bison more naturally belong amid Alps or Rockies? I am confused.
Friday, July 9, 2010
overdue update
I had meant to be a bit more regular in updating this blog....
My current fairly new favorite game: Frontierville. It has farming, animal tending, and friend-helping. And interesting verbs. Players "clobber" snakes and "whack" buildings.
One thing I do not like about it is clearing the land. My misplaced-in-time hippie self wants to xenoscape and treehug, not chop down all the pines and oaks while digging up the tall grass and wildflowers. Players also have to clobber or scare "vermin," including bears. I rather like bears. Granted, if I was setting up a frontier homestead, I would likely feel differently.
Developing a family is also part of this game. One receives "love" letters from one's future spouse and the spouse supposedly arrives after a number of missions have been completed. In other words, my prairie Prince Charming is still back East. In all likelihood he is consuming large quantities of the early nineteenth century version of hot wings at the early nineteenth century version of Hooters while waiting until I have cleared, clobbered, and whacked our dream spread into shape. Not to worry, though. There will always be seeds to plant, crops to harvest, and livestock to feed. He will get his turn.
My current fairly new favorite game: Frontierville. It has farming, animal tending, and friend-helping. And interesting verbs. Players "clobber" snakes and "whack" buildings.
One thing I do not like about it is clearing the land. My misplaced-in-time hippie self wants to xenoscape and treehug, not chop down all the pines and oaks while digging up the tall grass and wildflowers. Players also have to clobber or scare "vermin," including bears. I rather like bears. Granted, if I was setting up a frontier homestead, I would likely feel differently.
Developing a family is also part of this game. One receives "love" letters from one's future spouse and the spouse supposedly arrives after a number of missions have been completed. In other words, my prairie Prince Charming is still back East. In all likelihood he is consuming large quantities of the early nineteenth century version of hot wings at the early nineteenth century version of Hooters while waiting until I have cleared, clobbered, and whacked our dream spread into shape. Not to worry, though. There will always be seeds to plant, crops to harvest, and livestock to feed. He will get his turn.
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