I'm reading The Da Vinci Code. I'm two-thirds of the way through it. Total page-turner.
I'm normally a Scifi/Fantasy kind of guy, but this is a hell of a lot of fun. It's in really short chapters, lots of them. Each one has a miniature cliff-hanger at the end.
I should have it finished before Christmas morning, given a good couple of hours. Well worth my while.
It raises a lot of interesting issues with the Roman Catholic church. Anyone know how much of this book is based in fact, and how much is made up on the fly?
Have I mentioned that Rita's life is infested with beavers?
Update: fixed the beaver link so that it actually points to the right entry. I am very disappointed.
Point Six: I can't find my Christmas cards! I bought some really pretty (for me) christmas cards from Matthew and Carrie, back in October. And now I can't find the damn things. Arrgh!
Christmas cards may or may not go out this year. Depending on when/if I find them, or I decide to buy some others and save these for next year.
No, it doesn't mean anything.
Point One: a word of explanation. No, I'm not depressed, no, nothing bad has happened, no, you don't need to be concerned. My phone phobia is just the result of years of maturation, petty annoyances at work, and a burgeoning dislike of telephone conversations.
I repeat what I said; I love you, but I don't want to chat on the phone with you. That doesn't mean you can't call me and talk to me. It means that once you've told me what you want to tell me, I will end the conversation relatively quickly before I erupt in hives.
Send me email instead. I love email.
Point Two: Rachel at Blue-Eyed Infidel is a Goddess. Capital G Goddess. Bless her for coming back. Bless her for telling us the truth about Michael Moore, even while being such a weenie about the weather. And bless the soldiers who sent her the cool Christmas card.
Goddess. Seriously.
Point Three: I finished Half Life 2 last Saturday. Awesome, even though the ending left me feeling wanting. (The set-up for Half Life 3 is now in place. I hope the next installment doesn't take another six years.)
I spent some time playing around in Counterstrike, going into various game servers and spectating. I like that. I like the godlike feeling of omnipotent control while zooming through the maps, watching what's happening. I'm not up to playing, though. The notion of getting my ass kicked by some fourteen-year-old called N4P@1m_dETH strikes me as pointless. Yes, I'm old and slow. Therefore I shall just watch. Until I find a server populated solely by other old and slow players.
Sunday I changed the Half Life 2 setting to Normal, and started playing again from the beginning. I'm doing quite well for an old and slow gamer. I'm up to the airboat, I've got the gun, and I'm kicking relative ass. Still have to get to the showdown with the helicopter, though.
Point Four: Christmas is coming. I have my Christmas bonus, and I have my eye on some games that I might or might not get from Santa. If I don't, I'm going shopping. Thankfully, most of them are in the "Playstation Greatest Hits" line, which means twenty bucks a pop. Yay!
Point Five: Comments still down. No ETA on when they'll make a dramatic return. But they will. In the meantime, send me email.
I love all of you. I really do.
But I don't want to talk on the phone. Phone calls are painful for me. Okay?
Send me a letter.
Run your pointer over the bears. Simple, yet strangely fascinating.
Via Silverblue
You are hereby ordered to go to Blue-Eyed Infidel for indoctrination. No more of this liberal wussy lollygagging.
Seriously, it's the (seventh) return of Rachel Lucas. She's that Ranter to end all ranters who lives in Texas, has dogs, and kicks ass. I worship her, and I worship her total revulsion of Michael Moore and Barbra Streisand.
Get thee hence, and receive your dose of delicious rantings.
I've been playing Half Life 2 for the past few days. It's an early Christmas present from Fred.
Oh my God.
It's amazing. I'm absolutely hypnotized by the story, the characters, the levels, the scenery, the weapons, the vehicles, the puzzles, the combat, the controls, the lighting, the eeriness, the creepiness, the head crabs, the gravity gun, the ant lions, the gun ships, blah, blah, blah.
Since I'm in my forties and never had good reflexes to begin with, I'm on the easy setting. It's plenty challenging as is without being totally frustrating. The action is great, and the puzzles are just difficult to make me have to think them through, and try a few things.
Valve kicks ass. If Halo 2 is half this good, it's worth buying an X-Box.
I'm freaking out. I've gotta go to bed.
You like movies? How about 30 second versions of movies, re-enacted by bunnies?
Every once in a while, something comes along that makes me laugh really hard. These little movies are the latest. I'm especially fond of the versions of The Exorcist and The Shining. I've been hearing bunny dialogue in my head all day.
"Red rum! Red rum!"(/floppy ears)