At the old day job, I was getting so damn sick of putting information into Excel spreadsheets. It was like every problem or concept needed to be dumped into rows and columns before people would take it seriously. Sure, you could throw together a PowerPoint, but that was just foreplay for doing it again in Excel. And I made some complicated spreadsheets. Like one cell would have a formula that summed all the rows in another table stored on someone’s cellphone and cross-pivoted it in 3D stereo. In the Cloud. I read this article about how London cab drivers have brains that grow a certain way as a result of their occupation. Will my brain be all griddy and fucked up due to thousands of hours of cell-pushing?
Today, as I was organizing information about Machine Horror House characters, the familiar pattern came to me again. Hmm, each character is like a row. And each character has attributes I want to track. Columns. And then I also want to have some other info about background scenery assets, etc. Workbook tabs. Goddamnzit, this is going to be an Excel spreadsheet. There’s no escaping it. My destiny to put pieces of data in little boxes.