Another Blogless week. If blame must be assigned (and it must), blame a) work, and b) the weather. With two humongous (and time consuming) projects on my slate, and very little incentive to stay inside and in front of a monitor after work (sun! grog! pretty girls prancing about!), there's bound to be less Blogging going on. There are limits to how much writing a man can do (at least this man) in one day.

More importantly, there's only so much to Blog about these days. I'm keeping relatively mum on the subject of TLJ.s (the next The Longest Journey, for the three of you who don't know), simply because we're deep in pre-production, and the next time we show anything we want it to kick serious arse and have a huge, huge impact across the board (and it definitely will; you won't believe what's in store for the story, the characters, the graphics, and the gameplay - it really is revolutionary stuff, a true next-next-next-generation adventure, and I'm having the time of my life working on it). As for my second project, that'll be kept under wraps even longer. We showed a bit of it at E3 - only a tiny little piece, only one aspect of a multi-faceted game; a game that will have enormous appeal to adventure gamers everywhere (and which is definitely not just horror-oriented) - and that's about all we're going to show until next year's E3, probably.

So very little work-related stuff to talk about, then, which makes it quite hard to come up with anything exciting to Blog about. Because, let's face it, my personal life is probably no more exciting than yours. Well, okay, I mingle with movie stars and world leaders, and travel the world in my private jet airplane, solving crimes and seducing starlets, but hey! don't we all?

I finally got around to watching the season finale of Angel last evening, and it got me quite excited about next season. A great ending to a solid year, they've also conveniently removed (or so it appears) two of the show's most annoying characters. Cordelia used to be cool, but after her comatose (pun intended) performance this year, I'm only too happy to say bye-bye Cordy. And Connor...when he wasn't glum and bitter, he was just being surly. Not the sunniest of people, that kid, and the show will be better off without him. If, indeed, he stays away. You never know.

Besides, this fall, the Joss is focusing full time on Angel, which means we're probably in store for some yummy goodness. With sugar on it.

I've got a three day weekend ahead of me, and I don't quite know what to do with all this spare time. I'd planned to drive out to the countryside today - fresh air, fewer shootings - but I'll probably do that tomorrow, since I just made plans for this evening. Instead, I'll spend the day walking the mean streets of Oslo...and also do some vacuuming, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and generally make with the busy. Always with the busy.

And as soon as I locate the CD with those damn pictures from California, I'll get cracking with part two. I just have no idea where it is. Straaange.  ¶ 13:55