It's not that my opinion of Morrowind has changed. The animation and character design are ass. I stand by that original impression. But...it....has...sucked...me...in. It's...addictive. No, I mean seriously addictive. Like Skittles or Krispy Kreme doughnuts addictive. I mean, how can I stop playing now? I'm seventh level! I'm moving up in the world! There is so much of my life I can give to Morrowind, so much time I can waste scampering about CGI wastelands, hacking and slashing everything that moves. *sigh*
I'm screwed.
I was sent by the Fighter's Guild to collect 200 septims from a hooker (well, a madam) who wouldn't pay her debt. And she wouldn't pay me. And she wouldn't pay me. So I finally just killed the bitch and took the money. I mean, how cool is that. Then I got orders to collect a bounty on an orc. He wouldn't cooperate, either. Dead orc. I still get my money. Sweet. Then the Guild sends me off to Vivec to do work there, which involves yet another orc, this time one with a ring he ought not have. He won't cough it up. I provoke him into starting a fight with me. I kill him and take the frelling ring (this is when I realized it was 5:20 a.m.).
Jim Shimkus, you are an evil dude.
But, anyway...
I'm not on my way to Birmingham, because I decided that Nar'eth needs a new wig, so we rescheduled the appointment for cutting and styling to September 1st (cutting things close, as usual). Now, I have to go to Atlanta Costume and order a new wig. Perfectionism, I tell you. It's a pain in the rump.
Work? What's that? Writing? What?
Oh, yeah. Writing. Well, I'm essentially done with The Dry Salvages, but you already knew that. I have an sf story to write for Bill Schafer (possibly a new take on James Blish's "Surface Tension"), and I must, must, must frelling get started on Daughter of Hounds. We also need to set up some local signings for Murder of Angels. I don't usually do local signings, but I think I'm going to do two or three for this book.
See? Writing stuff.
Spooky's busy hammering gromets somewhere in the apartment, working on these little leather gauntlet-like thingys for her costume. I should finish this up and get busy my own self. Oh, we're about to do a BIG ASS eBay sale. But more on that tomorrow.