On Violent Russians, Gay Ugandans, and a Dark Day in Dallas
I have 18 minutes until the biscuits come out of the oven.
Eighteen minutes to write this blog and post it. Not much time, but that's
okay, I don't have a lot to say. Writing a quasi-daily blog is tough. Not as tough
as working for a living, not as tough as in being a black man in 1962, or as tough as
in being writer without an audience, but tough nonetheless. Sometimes you lack
the time to post, sometimes you lack the intelligence, and sometimes you just
lack the intelligence to find the time. Today falls into one of those
categories, but I'm not sure which. Hence, without the time, or the
intelligence, or the intelligence to find the time, I'll just throw down a
couple of thoughts.
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Gaming. Heroes of Stalingrad ,
our (Tom Proudfoot and my) computer game continues to exceed all our
expectations. We liked the game, we knew it was good, but it is simply beloved
on the Matrix Games forum. You can read what folks are saying here.
Politics. Uganda
recently passed laws that penalize folks that commit homosexual acts with up to
life imprisonment, which is kind of funny when you consider what supposedly
goes on in a prison's communal showers. President Obama issued a statement
condemning Uganda for the law, which is also kind of funny when you consider
that three American presidents have given them a mulligan on the whole genocide
thing.
Books. I'm about halfway through Stephen King's 11/22/63 and
loving it hard. When King writes well, he writes as well as anyone in the
country. When he stories well, he absolutely creates the best story on the
planet. On the downside, his endings can sort of fizzle away to nothing. Dark Tower
Auto Racing. Watched Rush for the second time last night.
Once again I mourn the demise of motor racing in America , and curse the Kudzu that
is NASCAR.
Well, the oven timer is beeping at me, scolding me for
writing too long, creating too much. See you tomorrow.
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