The Bedtime Blog

Real quick, ’cause it’s nearly 10 am, which is past my bedtime.

I did NOTHING interesting or think anything interesting today. Yesterday I read a monumentally bad, bad BAD short story by someone who arbitrarily decided he wanted to be a writer and get a book published with no previous literary experience. To be fair, the person was Singaporean, and they tend to believe that anything not in Business or Science is easy. More ranting about that and what makes bad writing when I wake up.

Other than that… Had friends over. Subtly observed behavior of friend’s new boyfriend and the verdict is, “That homey’s all right. He be chillin’ in da hood.” At least it’s a nice change of pace because he seems like a normal guy living in a normal world instead of the usual high drama or economically high powered characters I’ve known over the last few years. I forgot that the people and stuff in the middle comprise the vast majority of the universe and this was a pleasant brush with it once more.

And the mindless domination of Liberty City in Grand Theft Auto III continues. I’m finally getting around to playing this game again, but, as usual, obsessive compulsive disorder combined with the dreaded Gamer’s Pride kicked in, and I won’t let up until I get 100% completion of the game which involves numerous difficult and/or tedious side missions. To date, I have rescued 421 people in the paramedic mission. A horrifying figure, because it’s nearly more than I’ve killed. Still, I’m, working hard on that body count, and with any luck, my young, malleable mind can be evilly influenced by this game and then I can go out, kill someone, and take no responsibility for my actions as I blame it on the game, the media rallies around me, and I talk about it in tearful recollection on Oprah, only to stop when she hugs me and I fight to find a breath hole in the midst of that massive cleavage.

God, I sure hope I don’t dream of that when I go to bed…