Not only am I totally tired of spam, but I'm totally tired of spam that promises me a really hot and sexy time as long as I'm a hot guy. Equal opportunity for women!
Of course, most women find this kind of thing either squalid or silly. And yes, I'm one of those.
And stop sending me spam already.
I haven't seen Darin all weekend -- Riven, the sequel to Myst, arrived at our house Friday afternoon. Darin said, "I'm not working any more today!" We started playing it together, but I fell asleep Friday evening (the first nap I've taken in weeks) and was completely out of it for playing the game.
There was a party Friday night, but I couldn't find the invitation, so I didn't go.
Then Fernando (who'd also gotten one of the early Riven shipments and had played just as much as Darin had) came over Saturday. They played it all Saturday (including into Saturday evening, which was definitely an indication of how serious they were about this game, because usually Fernando goes home to greet Nancy when she's off work) and then for a lot of today.
They think they're halfway through. I'll probably start playing once they've finished.
Darin is so incredibly psyched about this game. He thinks it's better than Myst.
For my part, I took a digital photo of Fernando.
As for me...I spent Friday and Saturday thinking about my screenplay. Yes, my TV teacher wants us to start bringing in pages for ER, but I'm not going to think about that until Wednesday.
I talked to Linda on Saturday about the pages that I brought in on Thursday that I gave to her to read -- she said I should just keep going: yes, there are problems, some scenes went too slowly, some scenes needed to be attacked a different way, but she didn't care...just keep going. Her biggest suggestion: get them into bed already.
Well, that's easy for her to say.
For all my cynicism and the jaded shades of my demeanor, I'm essentially the same naïf I was for so many years. No, really. I always expect the worst of people, and I'm always shocked when I get it.
Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics
I'll probably go running in my next life.
