I’m super hooked to Layton’s world. The puzzle’s are pretty awesome considering they force you to collaborate with people around the world (or at least wait until someone posts something useful on twitter). I was so excited when I was 4th in the world to solve the recent puzzle, but I forgot to screenshot it and I wasn’t logged in, but hey, 6th ain’t so bad (on top of being temporarily first in the rankings).
Don’t worry, I cropped out the answer (and things like my country), but the puzzle was super clever. Something that confuses me though is that the number 1 has 248 picarats, but the maximum from the first three puzzles is 230. Then again I got 77 points for solving this puzzle instead of 70, maybe there’s a bonus for being in the top some number to solve it.
Ever since reading the Archie comics as a kid, I have always had a particular distaste for Archie and Veronica. I loved Betty, and the only reason I wanted her to end up with Archie was because it was what she wanted. However, I never had shipped Betty and Jughead, but I always held respect for their relationship, the only relationship in the Archie comics that for me, was always positive. I could always see Jughead cheering for Betty in the background and their mutual “niceness” to each other was pleasant in the perpetual Riverdale High.
Yet… Riverdale (the CW show) has crumpled my belief, the belief that they could never cast real-life Archie character (because I couldn’t imagine what anyone especially Archie and Jughead would look like), and gave me new beliefs. In my opinion, the casting (mostly for the main characters) is perfect. Cole Sprouse ❤ Also, I thought this show would be like How To Get Away With Murder, and hence would start becoming stale especially after the first season, having a maximum life of two seasons. But no, it’s a similar, but a different and better formula. The main murder mystery is there, but the focus is on the characters and there’s this simultaneous puzzlement of events happening whereas the mystery is progressing at a slower pace. I’m glad that they have Betty and Jughead acting as mastheads keeping us tied into the mystery, while the other characters are doing their bit … for now.
Finally, I have never squealed and awkwardly smiled so much as when I saw the scene linked below. Enjoy! (Unless you haven’t watched episodes uptil six yet).
This little bugger has been loitering around. Suspicious, I did a quick Google search (You can find almost anything! Yeah… not really, use Google), and yes, crows eat bird eggs (avianabalism?). I shooed it away twice, and the critter also chased it to this tree, but it doesn’t look like it’ll give up anytime soon.
A little less than a year ago, two crows decided to make their home on a palm tree outside my window. Three adorable crow babies grew up right in front of my eyes. Despite my horrid fear and inability to stand within a metre of a crow (I have an explanation for this!), I loved watching those little babies grow up.
But as you may have observed, these are two, not three eggs. And it is on my window ledge, not on a tree. A month ago, I noticed two curious critters loitering on my window ledge, involved in some obviously suspicious activity. They would run whenever I came near. Maybe it was just me… NAH! It was definitely them. A leaf of the very same palm tree mentioned before had grown quite a bit and had formed a hollow pressed up against my window. To set the scene a little, behind this window (inside my room) there is a cupboard, and there is approximately a 10cm space between the cupboard and the window. There is also a curtain that generally occupies the 10cm gap. Quite cosy. The two critters were investigating the hollow accompanied by a crow friend. Maybe it was the same crow, a tale of recommended bird real estate since I had been such a kind host!
Either way, I knew I was going to have a nest on my ledge. I think it has been a month since they started making the nest. After returning from a three-day trip I remembered these guys and pushed open my curtain. Lo and behold, the nest was complete and one of the critters was roosting. I guess I scared it when I moved the curtain, but below its tufts were two little eggs. I know the kind of bird it is, and I know how scary its offsprings look, so I may not be as receptive as I was with the puffy little baby crows. But who knows? Maybe when they hatch, they’ll crack my heart a little open.