Saturday, January 24, 2004
Spirit is alive and calling out across the gulf.
Here on Earth, I can't help but wonder if a Galactic Federation of some sort hasn't placed us in planetary quarantine, pending final decision on whether or not humans are the sort of people you'd want moving in next door or dating your daughter. I might suggest they look to the cetaceans, instead.
Or maybe they're just fattening us up.
Yesterday, with the signature sheets and the poem and various other sorts of business out of the way, I had an attack of housecleaning that may continue today. Spooky and I are probably leaving town tomorrow to visit my mother, and it's always better to come to a clean house. I think I may take the Murder of Angels CEM with me to my mother's, and that way we can get through it without the phone ringing and all those other distractions.
Last night, Spooky figured out that, in the past week, I've played 16.5 hours of Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando. Which is kind of appalling, I'll admit, given all the things I might have done instead. But it is a fun game. I continue to be impressed at how much better some games are being scripted these days. Even my old favorites, like the original Tomb Raider, had perfectly awful dialogue. Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando is truly funny. All in all, I think games are finally reaching a point where they can be effective interactive fiction.
Last night, we watched the pilot and second episode of Joss Whedon's Firefly on DVD. I was simultaneously pleased, that the show was quite good, much better than I'd expected, and saddened that it's brief run was such a travesty and that it wa cancelled. Televsion is no fit place for good sf, it seems. Instead, we get Tremors: The Series and Stargate: SG1. I love the look and feel of Firefly. I was afraid the western-in-space thing would be too hokey, campy, formulaic for my tastes, but it doesn't come off that way at all. Whedon (who still can't handle humor very well) has basically retooled the crew of the Betty (Alien: Resurrection), which is actually a good thing. I watched it and couldn't help but think, Why the hell doesn't Enterprise look even half this good? The good news, of course, is that a theatrical film version of Firefly is now in production, so, like Farscape, this story will not end with the cancellation.
Doesn't she ever read? It seems like all she ever does is watch television and go to movies and play video games and talk about CDs and hang out online. Isn't that strange for a writer? Shouldn't writers be obessive readers?
Hey, just yesterday I read the latest National Geographic and the December 2003 Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology. Bear with me.
Check out our eBay auctions. We're heading into the last few days when every "Buy it now" purchase will earn you one little monster sketch by moi. Every monster is unique, guarranteed, even if I'm not sure how to spell "guaranteed." After I win the Pulitzer Prize and Siguorney Weaver wins an Oscar for her portrayal of Caitlin R. Kiernan, after I've ended global warming, urban sprawl, and McWorldism, after I'm the one the aliens choose to talk to first, well, just think what that little doodle will be worth.
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