I did it! Eleven daily posts in a row!
Sheesh, I used to post several times a day, for over three solid years. But times change, returns diminish, the sexy veneer of blogging itself is no longer shiny and enticing; the motivation for such labors ebbs considerably.
Anyway: To finish off this post, here’s a pretty picture and some assorted rambling: This picture to the left is from the online game I mentioned on Friday, Bang! Howdy; it’s a pretty good bunch of mini-games, more than just the Tetris retreads of Puzzle Pirates by the same company. The avatars are much cooler and more detailed, as you can see here, but the male avatars seem very lame to me. Or maybe I just like looking at girls better. . . . In other news, I got my 2nd set of surgery followup scans a couple of weeks ago, and last week the doctor said the tumors are still gone and the surgery itself is still healing like it should after a year. I also had to see the doctor because I was having this really weird infection in my nasal membrane that was making the end of my nose red and swollen. I looked like a cross between Karl Malden and Rudolph, but after a weekend of anitbiotics and ointment, I’m back to my old pointy-faced self. . . . Also: Heroes was unbelievably great tonight, better than I could have hoped for. It took place five years in the future, after Sylar had killed and absorbed many of the supers, including Mika, D.L., Candace, Nathan, and, finally, (OH NO!) Claire, and he and Peter, the other megamultipower, began their Inevitable Gigantic Ultimate Final Awesome Battle O’ Doom (IGUFABOD) … we don’t get to see how it ends, but on the plus side, it’s just been postponed to the past — got that? That is, after Future Hiro got shot in the future (his present) by former good-guy Parkman, who is now a high-ranking goon in the Even More Evil Department of Homeland “Security”, Present Hiro teleported back to the past (his present) to try to kill Sylar and stop Peter from Blowin’ Up Real Good. But you just know that it won’t happen before another IGUFABOD between the Two Titans of Smouldering Moodiness (TTSM’s).
Anyway, I think I’ve done my duty for another day. Will I keep posting every day up until my birthday? I doubt it; my music sequencer isn’t gonna string grooves together by itself — I’ve gotten practically ZILCH done since my stupid little blogging jag.
Anyway, keep checking back just in case …