It's Monday. The week stretches ahead like a failed amusement park of responsibility, boredom, and several grey shades of tedium. So I'm keeping my head down, lost in the comforting champloo moving around my head. I have Who Party this weekend in Toronto, so that's my carrot in front of the donkey. So what is in the mix, getting me from the grey wasteland of here to the fireworks and fun!fun!fun! times of the weekend?
Well, I've been caught up in this:
...which has been my main focus for the last four days. I think most of you would enjoy this series, because it has surprised me. When I heard the nerdcore praising it, I thought it would be the usual soft, nice and comfortable fantasy that appeals far too much to Our People. But The Dresden Files has fangs. It doesn't shy away. And Harry Dresden is perhaps the only real pulp hero we have today, one we can believe in, one where we feel every punch, every kick the poor bastard takes.
As well, since my baby is at Hospital Microsoft, I've been forced to wrench the DS away from Vulcan Ninja to play this:
...one of those RPGs that the diehards adore but sells next to nothing here in North America. If you loved Final Fantasy 12, you'll love this. There's enough weirdness to satisfy your need for originality, there is the nit picking building of character and abilities, and an omnipresent soundtrack that you keep humming the next day. You can pick it up on Amazon for under $25. I recommend it.
So, wizards and fashion conscious teens fighting demons rolling around in my head.
Yeah, a typical Monday.
4 comments:
Somedays, I just want to say..."Screw you and your free time!"
One day, far in the future, I am going to re-read this blog, and catch up on everything for which I now do not have the time.
Blarg.
Yeah? Well, somedays I just want to say "Screw you and your fertility!"
Thank you for reminding me of how empty my life is, in a house devoid of children's laughter, the silence only broken by the turning of a page, or the soul-less bleep of a computer console.
Sniff.
KD, my reading pile just grows, man. But thanks for the tip!
For what it's worth, I can send one of my sullen teens to hang out with you anytime. Small consolation, but still... and I'm betting you're a kick-ass Uncle KD to your kinfolk.
Jeez, when you put it that way I feel all bad and stuff. I guess I...oooh, puffy cloud!
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