View From the Bushes

I played World of Warcraft until my eyes bled. This was a good thing. Allow me to explain: By playing it so much I actually developed a slight aversion to it. Not enough to keep me from playing if I had nothing better to do, but enough that my embryonic sense of duty can actually assert itself for at least a little while. It's interesting that it should work that way -- I think most people would just be even more addicted, but perhaps that's my super power...

Additionally, over the weekend I rented and watched the third Harry Potter movie and Napoleon Dynamite. I found the former to be substantially better than the first two, though Richard Harris is sorely missed and the sum of the movie's parts was greater than the whole, but not unforgivably so. ND was... interesting. I liked it, but not in any deep and reflective sense, more of a "Man, living in Utah can be bad, but at least I don't live in Idaho!"

Hunter S. Thompson died yesterday. If I had more energy and time I might write up some piece on how Gonzo Journalism is the spiritual ancestor of most styles of blog writing, but I have no energy or time, so I'll end here.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross