Thursday, November 27, 2003
Thanks to the rewrite required by my having forgotten about relativity, I only did 452 words on the "Untitled Novella" yesterday. I suck. I will strive to suck a little less today. I think I like where this story's going. It could end up being something very drad. I think I've finally accepted that the only way I'll ever fulfill my dream of being an exopalaeontologist in by writing science fiction, so, in that respect, this story is probably a bit of wish fulfillment.
Speaking of sf, Nebari.Net had more hits yesterday than it's had in, well, almost forever. It's nice to know that people are visiting the site, though, truthfully, it's also nice to know that Nebari.Net is about me doing something just because I enjoy doing it. I don't have to worry about whether or not anyone else gives a fek. If only I could have that attitude about my short stories and novels and comics and such, it would be a delight. Anyway, Llar'en has just sent me stats on all the remaining planets in the Nay'savevyen System, all eleven of them, and I'll try to get those up on the Nebari Prime page late tonight or tomorrow. At the moment, the group is working on putting together a Nebari alphabet.
I'm still watching Enterprise. It's almost painful to see a show that seems to be trying so hard still failing to achieve much more than mediocrity. Last night's episode was a welcome change, if only for the grittiness, never mind how many times Star Trek has recycled "Time Travel Plot A" and all the handwaving involved. The scene at the Burgerland drive-thru was actually good. But it would have been nice if the show's creators had been a little more careful about the city they chose to stand in for Detroit. It worked well enough in the night shots, but there at the end, as the camera pulled back, I saw a palm tree and mountains in the background, both of which I'm pretty sure are lacking in Detroit, but quite common in Los Angeles.
And the PS2 binge that Spooky and I have been on finally led us, last night, to Primal, which may be the coolest game I've played since the original Tomb Raider. What's especially surprising is that it's so well scripted and decently voiced. Compare the script for Primal with the god-awful scripts for, say, Silent Hill or Resident Evil, and Primal comes off looking like Oscar-caliber material. And it's just a hell of a lot of fun, with great creature design, a terribly cute little gargoyle thingy named Scree, and a kick-ass half-demon female protagonist. Highly recommended.
And yes, it is Turkey Day, isn't it? Happy Dead Turkey Day to everyone. An entire holiday centered around a roasted avian theropod dinosaur can't be all bad. But I'll be writing today, especially after yesterday's frell-up. I'm having people to dinner tomorrow evening. I cook a mean theropod, if I do say so myself.
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