Gods. Spooky has just left to return frelling Morrowind, the soul-sucking time vampire, to frelling Blockbuster. Of course, I told her to rent Knights of the Old Republic if it's in, so things may not improve. I left my Dunmer fighter (eigth level now) standing on a terrace in Vivec. I'll get back to her, when the "Game of the Year" edition of Morrowind gets cheap. Last night, I made myself stop playing at four. I think I gave this game about seventeen hours of my life last week. I've been trying to figure out why I find it so compelling, and I'm pretty sure it's all about the freedom of movement, the absence of a linear story, and the pretty enviroments. It sure isn't the animation, or script, or voice-acting. Anyway, last night's session was fairly uneventful. I was sent on a mission to off an orc somewhere in the volcanic wastes northeast of the Arvel Plantation. It went very, very badly. I retreated and nursed my wounds on the Dren Plantation (funny, if you're into Farscape), where I managed to steal two bottles of skooma. But it was a clumsy theft (I was still emotionally traumatized by the orcs, okay), I was spotted, and had to swim for it. I managed to reach the Foreign canton in Vivec, with the intention of joining up with to Morag Tong, having grown disenchanted with the Fighter's Guild. But I was selling some shit to a pawnbroker, and a @!#*@! guard pinched me and sent me off to prison in Ebonheart. I did my time like a good girl, then headed back to Vivec. I spent the rest of the evening seeking the Tong and never managed to find them. I left Nar'eth (this is one of my many multiverse Nar'eths, but you gotta admit, a lot of those Dunmer look awfully Nebari) standing on a balcony in Vivec, outside the Arena, gazing up at the stars as that sappy Howard-Shore wannabe music played. I'll get back to her later. For now, I'm glad to be rid of my crack habit...I mean, Morrowind.
Day before yesterday, Bill Schafer called to tell me that Murder of Angels got a good review from Locus (you have to wait forever for the magazine to show up on the stands here). That's three for three. Yesterday, Jennifer and I did the last bit of proofing on The Dry Salvages (all commas and hyphens). Now I need to e-mail it to Bill today. I really, really like this little book. It's something that I know I did right. Well, except for all those mistakes in the ARC. But, hey, that makes the ARCs more collectible, right?
Oh, I meant to mention Craig McCracken's Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Spooky and I watched the pilot on Friday night (perfect for Kid Night). It's some of the most delightful television I've seen in a long time. Tune in to the Cartoon Network next Friday night at 7 p.m. (EST) if you want to see what I mean.
Spooky spent much of yesterday obsessed with a huge adult female Golden Silk Spider (Nephila clavipes) hanging about outside our bedroom window. Here are a couple of pix she snapped of it:
Today, we were supposed to play D&D, but Jennifer bailed on us to drive to Birmingham for her mom's birthday. Some people need to get their priorities straight. So, I'll probably work on an essay I have to write for the Fiddler's Green souvenir book. The Sandman, The Dreaming and me. Something like that. Only, I'm still waiting for someone from the con to tell me how long it should be. Later today, we might see Titanic at the Fox (yeah, I know, but I'm a sucker for the SFX and costumes in Titanic and for the Fox Theatre). There's Nebari costume work that needs doing. And I'm about half asleep. So, we'll just have to see how and where this day will go.