Friday, June 10, 2011

He's Dead, Jim
My mom had her regularly scheduled check-up today; she & my dad returned from the University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor with the cheery news of so far, so good. Her nose looks clear & initial examination of the P.E.T. scan revealed nothing suspicious. The radiologist still has to look everything over & report back, but everything we've learned so far is most welcome news.

Project MERCATOR
The Loose Ties played at a house party this evening & all were invited to the "All American"-themed shindig, but, man, much as I love the ska I was not in the mood to go to a Kettering house party tonight. They're playing tomorrow at Jimmy Lum's Aloha Lounge, but I'll be otherwise engaged reveling in the 24 Hours of Le Mans. You win some, you lose some.

The Queue
Our long national nightmare is over: Darth Bane: Path of Destruction is but an unpleasant memory & never again will I sully mine eyes with the Expanded Universe. I so want to give Ska Army a verbal lashing he shan't soon forget, but I also know that I should not, for in gifting me that awful, stultifying work of hackery he thought he was doing me a good turn. Of course, if he asks why I did not like the book I shall than have no qualms about giving it—& by extension him—what for. This experience will only reinforce my snobbish refusal to take video games seriously as a storytelling medium (the hack masquerading as an author, Drew Karpyshyn, was the writer of the popular video game Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, among other popular & acclaimed games).

Raffles has jumped the queue & leapfrogged Ruritania. What can I say? I've got a hankering for a gentleman thief.

Recently
"Richard Castle," Heat Wave
Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There'd Be Cake
Drew Karpyshyn, Star Wars: Darth Bane: Path of Destruction

Currently
E. W. Hornung, The Amateur Cracksman

Presently
Anthony Hope, Rupert of Hentzau
John Buchan, The Thirty-nine Steps
¿byeh?

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