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Sorry the picture isn't that good, but I didn't want to go closer. It looks understandably suspicious when a vaguely Hispanic guy on a bike is taking pictures of your house :/
I pass by this neighborhood on my way to the store, so I decided to take a picture of it. I quite like it. It has that "idyllic America" feel that neighborhoods on TV have. Y'know, the kind of place that seems normal but actually hides some dark secret. Like everyone is an alien or having extramarital affairs. The women lure you in with vague promises of NSA sex and an "I'm so lonely; my husband is at work all the time."
"Would you like drink?" Nice, that's just like in the movies! Liquor, hanky-panky, skedaddle. Or stick around, if you happen to like jumping from second story windows. You take the drink, sit on the couch... and wake up gagged and tied to a table. In the basement?
"Hey there!" Husband greets as he waves a knife around cheerily. "It's a pretty sweet set-up we've got here, don't you think?" He does a happy-dance. "My wife reels 'em in and I chop 'em up. Though I'm perfectly capable of reeling them in myself. Women are tender, but men have more meat. Then again, this is America, so the men are usually tender too. And even if they're not, we'll just make a stew or something. Do you like black pudding?" he asks while fingering a large copper basin.
"Mmf m mg!"
"Yeah, me too," he replies, "but my wife loves the stuff. She says it's from the time she spent at an English boarding school. I dunno if that's true or not, but she certainly does love her theatrics. The laced drink was her idea; I prefer just knocking 'em over the head." He gazes at the wall and rubs his chin wistfully. "Any last words?"
"Mmf m mg! Mrg mrfn mmMMm!" you thrash.
"So say we all." He replies.
And as your panic joins your blood in the now conveniently-placed copper basin, the last thought to ever run through your mind is Damn. I just got killed by a pair of geeks.
Mostly stolen from Amazon:
“In an alternate 1880s America, mad inventor Leviticus Blue is blamed for destroying Civil War–era Seattle. When Zeke Wilkes, Blue's son, goes into the walled wreck of a city to clear his father's name, Zeke's mother, Briar Wilkes, follows him in, determined to rescue her son from the toxic gas that turns people into zombies. When Briar learns that Seattle still has a mad inventor, Dr. Minnericht, who eerily resembles her dead husband, a simple rescue quickly turns into a thrilling race to save Zeke from the man who may be his father.”
Sounds awesome; almost is. While Boneshaker is still a good book, the inconsistency of the main characters somewhat dampened my pleasure of it. Zeke's been getting dirty looks all his life because his dad killed a bunch of people (not directly, but still sorta on purpose) and released the zombie gas from wherever it was hiding underground. Such individuals typically become:
b) Close to their remaining non-jerk family members
However, Zeke is none of these things at the start of the book, and only a momma's boy by the end of it. And Briar! She picks up her father's old rifle and isn't quite sure what to do with it, but somehow manages to become a crack shot by the end of her airship-ride downtown. Both charactes flip-flop between being badass/pretend-badass and whining about “I just wanna find [my son/mom/proof that my dad wasn't a lunatic].” Maybe they're just being human; I wouldn't know. Or maybe I should just chalk it all up to “character development.” But then again, how much can your characters develop over two days. Seriously. The book is a pretty decent length, and a lot of stuff happens, but it's only two or three days from the start of the adventure until its end. It just seems longer because the narrative is split between Zeke and Briar and the author has to take time out to explain the surroundings and back-story. It's worth it though, since this Seattle is quite satisfying to a fantasy-et-al fan like me. Overall, Boneshaker is a worthy read that, if nothing else, establishes a satisfying fantasy setting for the rest of the books in this series.
|I finally got around to playing Metal Gear Solid. It was more stealth-based than I had anticipated. In most of the stealth games I've played, you always have the option to simply run 'n gun. Not so in MGS. Once you alert the guards, an endless stream of them start showing up until you either die or run and hide. It took a little getting used to, particularly since you have to read the manual in order to learn about the stealth kill. Guards also respawn when you leave the room, so you can't clear an escape route like in Thief 2 or Hitman. Regardless, it was still a fun game, which was a pleasant surprise since the only things I knew about MGS before playing it were that Snake is some sort of cloned super-soldier, there's a lot of talking, and having not played MGS is a stain on my gamer cred. But man oh man, is there a lot of talking. I think there's even supposed to be more talking in the later games. Ugh. I just hope they can integrate the themes a little more smoothly than they did in the first game. Most bits slid right into the exposition, but not the "love on the battlefield" bit. Snake saves Otacon from the crazy ninja, then Otacon is like "oh hey, living legend Solid Snake who is trying to stop the rogue-government-organization-turned-terrorists from launching nukes, can love bloom on the battlefield?" |
Otacon, stop wasting Snake's time! Don't you remember the 80s?
♪ We are strong
No one can tell us we're wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
is a can bloom on the battlefield♪
|I've been sick for about two weeks. Well, not so much anymore, but I was totally sick for 1.5 weeks starting the day before the Super Bowl. I didn't feel that bad at first; I had a headache but it didn't bother me if I didn't move too much. I still played video games and watched movies and stuff on Saturday, then did the same on Sunday and watched the Super Bowl. After the Super Bowl, Ella was like "whoa hey, you've got a fever." So I went to bed. We found out we had a thermometer the next day, so we started taking my temperature in the morning, evening, and whenever. My temperature liked to hang out at 103.X, which wasn't much fun. Actually, the fever didn't bother me nearly as much as the exhaustion. I just wanted to find a comfortable place and stop moving. Too bad there weren't any comfortable places. After toughing through my fever for three days, Benny took me to some sort of "urgent care" facility. They were useless. The day after that (Thursday), Benny took me to the hospital. They had a better idea of what was going on. After getting an x-ray and CT scan (and misplacing my urine sample. Seriously, they asked me about it five times. I'm glad they eventually found it because I wouldn't have been able to whip up another one.), the doctor figured out I had pneumonia. He prescribed some antibiotics and said I should get a follow-up exam when I got better because I also had unexplainable rash and swelling. The next day I figured out the rash and swelling was an allergic reaction to the ibuprofen I was taking. I stopped taking it and the rash and swelling dissappeared. Hooray for Dr. Bell! Now I don't have to go in for a follow-up, which I probably wasn't going to do anyway since I don't have insurance. I haven't gotten the hospital bill yet, but it'll be a killer. Ugh. Anyway, the antibiotics are doing their job. Fever gone, energy restored. Mostly. I still get randomly tired, then nap during the day and only sleep six hours at night. I think the antibiotics make me feel yucky too. Just a few days left though. Then I'll be done with them and, hopefully, feeling normal again.|