View From the Bushes

Well, I had the big World of Warcraft LAN party on Saturday. It went basically from noon to midnight. One of the big advantages of a third person game over a first person one is that I don't get nearly as ill. But there is still quite a bit of motion involved, so after 11 hours of staring at the computer screen I had quite a headache, so I left a little early. Still it was a lot of fun, and a nice break from the 12-14 hour days I've been pulling since the beginning of the year (8 hours at my normal job and then 4-6 hours of writing in the evening). And on top of that, I was reasonably productive yesterday. I got all my writing done, worked on some of the secondary items (plot synopsis, chapter summaries) for the open call and went through about half of the boxes in my office in my continuing quest to organize.

In addition to all of the above, I managed to play a little World of Warcraft, though not as easily as I would have liked. Apparently Blizzard (the publishers of the game) has been having a lot of problem with their servers (16 hour downtimes, login servers not working, etc.) so in response they placed a lower cap on the number of people who could be on a server. If the cap is exceeded and you try and log on, they put you in a queue. My sons desperately wanted to watch me play the game, but when I finally gave in, I was 480th place in the queue with an expected wait time of 45 minutes. It was an hour before their bedtime (which I figured was about the right amount of time to play), but with the wait they only got to watch me play for about 15 minutes...

I was in the 7-11 picking up some Dr. Pepper yesterday and I was checking out all the tabloids and celebrity rags they had in front of the counter and as always my eye was caught by the "Weekly World News," in particular the cover story that Bigfoot was involved in a college panty raid. I guess there's some frat boy out there who really wishes he had shaved his back. I was hoping to link to the story, but I couldn't find it on their website; instead I offer you (in honor of my French boss) this story about the Eiffel Tower being a portal to Hell.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross