Hullo.

It's Thursday, which is usually a good day, because there are no scheduled meetings, no gym, and nothing to watch on TV, which means that I can improvise. It's also one day away from the end of the week. These so-called "week-ends" are often brilliant opportunities to do all the things you never have time to do - including the boring things you never have time to do, like laundry, dishes, vacuum-cleaning, and feeding the cat - and all the things you've been saving up specifically for the "week-end": Eating the candy, for example, or dressing down (in my case, that means discarding the jeans and the "tee-shirt", and making do with boxers and, uh, boxers), or playing interactive video games. The latter activity can be a joyful one, filled with laughter and much gayness. Not the type of gayness involving sexual proclivity, of course, but a wholesome, boyish (huh?), old-fashioned, God-fearing gayness. The sort of gayness resulting in broad smiles and red cheeks and good companionship and...no, this is not going very well, is it? I'm trying to be G (my preteen demographic is waaay down), and yet it's coming out all NC-17. Not good. Not good at all.

Today I'll be mostly writing NPC stories.

NPCs are non-player characters, little computer people that run around (or stand still, mostly; in fact, they hardly ever do anything at all) and that the player can chat with (in theory; in fact, the player can chat and the NPC can go "I don't understand what the f*** you're talking about, guy!"). But they will have more to chat about, oh yes, much, much more. In fact, they'll have so much to chat about to people will genuflect in front of them, cower in fear and awe, and worship the NPCs as godlike beings. Yes.

Saw Panic Room the other night. And even though I was pretty sure about how it would all end, I couldn't help being drawn in and getting worked up and all sweaty (ugh) from watching it. It's a tense little story, wonderfully directed and acted, and while not up there with Fincher's best work (Fight Club! Se7en! The Game!), it's still a minor half-gem, certainly worth catching and watching with a good friend (preferably one you can grope; but then, isn't that always the case?) and a bucket of buttery, salty popcorn. Mmm, popcorn. Ahhh...  ¶ 14:42