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Oh, sure, Cody Powell may have a cool devlog and I don’t, but I know what it’s like to double-wield Covenant plasma rifles. Does he? Well, probably by later today he will. I’ve got nothing! My life is ruined!
What’s it’s like, incidentally, is that somebody thought up a way to make Covenant weapons useful.
As of today, there are 6.3 billion people on the planet. As of today, there are 8 billion pages in Google’s index. Draw your own silly, irrelevant conclusions!
Twenty-four hours ago at this time, I was still talking about the fact that I’d seen Bobby McFerrin and Savion Glover perform, live. Today, at this time, I own Halo 2.
I’d like to have Lisa, Flora, Allison and especially Ken (who turned me on to Halo in the first place) to play the latter with me; I don’t, as they are casualties of my own private diaspora. But I had Maria to go to the show with me, and DC to encounter there. I’ll have the Thursday Night Grandkids to kick my butt at Halo.
Sometimes I feel bad about marking time in my life by video games and concerts, but there are worse ways to do so.
Margaret Atwood draws comics.
Save the world: eat more calamari.
Update 1243 hrs: Kevan points out that this story is over two years old, for those of you who don’t keep up with my LJ feed. I should really get around to updating this theme so I can have comments from people who don’t have Livejournals. I mean, wait! I’ll never have comments! Comments are bad! Crap.
If you liked Watchmedance, you’ll urinate for Prangstgrüp.
Neil Gaiman: “And I’ll write another Neverwhere novel in two or three books’ time, I expect.”
Well, !
I was… can I say not impressed? I’m not trying to bash anything here. I’ll say that when I read it, I didn’t find the prose and plot of Neverwhere to be extraordinary. It was a good novel, but it was a first novel.
That said, the imagery of the book had an enormous impact on me–I am still in the process of writing that out of my system. I think Gaiman’s prose improved immensely in American Gods, and I’m eager to see its application to the Neverwhere universe again.
Neal Stephenson: “Accountability in the writing profession has been bifurcated for many centuries. I already mentioned that Dante and other writers were supported by patrons at least as far back as the Renaissance. But I doubt that Beowulf was written on commission.”
Stephenson’s answer to the second question in that series is the only clear and reasonable delineation I’ve read of why lit fiction and genre fiction are so distinct, and why they tend to sneer at each other. Even more to his credit, he never uses the word “jealousy” with regard to either side.
Plus, in the third one, he and William Gibson totally fight.
P. S. I just want to point out that this is the first time I’ve ever linked something on Slashdot, because I don’t read Slashdot. It could well be the only time I ever link Slashdot.
I have this vision of what I want to do with my life, but it’s still pretty blurry. So even though I’m impressed and fascinated, I’m also jealous that Brian Provinciano has something like the same vision, just much, much clearer.