Let The Halls Of Columnist Valhalla Ring

I've written two columns in one day--one for Q Magazine, the other for the Free Press. While having the flu. Just saying.

I see Doctor Who is going to be on the cover of TV Guide next week. Or is this week? I suppose it is. Brain is turning to mush even as we speak.

Saw the newest edition of Screen Savers tonight, sadly called Attack of the Show. I sometimes wonder if G4 is intentionally trying to destroy itself. It just seemed like Savers but with a bigger dose of pop culture and less tech. More skits, like Adam and Kevin playing on the world's largest Nintendo console, or Kevin trying to buy a PSP in a pet store. Funny, in that disposable, I-wish-I-had-their-job kind of way.

Okay. Shower. More Sally Lockheart, and opium dens in Victorian London. Then sleep. Oh, blessed sleep...

Sally Lockheart Rocks For A Victorian Chick

Off work today. My Protestant work ethic tells me I should be writing two columns which are due in the next two days--but instead I've been reading the 'Desperate Housewives board on TWOP, sipping coffee while reading the superb The Ruby In The Smoke, and thinking about putting on some movie soundtracks. Haven't listened to any old James Bond soundtracks in awhile. No wonder my life feels so empty.

Played more of Minish Cap last night. My niece Dani had to help me navigate the horrors of the Fire Cave. Now I'm fighting some giant dragon, who is, to be sure, a fucking pain in the ass. If only I get paid to play games. If only I worked for EGM. If only Square Enix would hire me and pay me loads of money to dress in black, wear thick framed glasses, and be portentous. Why oh why does the world not allow me this? Oh....WHY?

Those GTA Blues

After revelling in my success at finally beating 'Resident Evil 4', I've been hauling ass to actually finish 'Metriod Prime'. Because this way, you see, I don't have to worry about finishing writing my novel. Life's easier that way.

But last night I thought I'd change it up and broke out my old GTAs. And boy! Did I suck! I managed one mission in 'Grand Theft Auto 3', but may as well have tried gardening as to actually succeed at anything in 'Vice City'. Of course, I blamed all of it on clunky game play. Couldn't be me, nossir.

Haven't read much this weekend, outside of working my way through about a year's worth of 'Knights of the Dinner Table'. I've been thinking of submitting to them again, since they were such a dream to work with before. I mean, imagine: a publisher that pays on time and treats you well.

Apparently, the latest issue of Q Magazine, London's gay and culturally diverse magazine that I've just started writing for, is doing very well. My editor may actually be interviewed on one of the local call in shows. Unless a cat gets caught up a tree or something. Here in London, that's breaking news.