April 19th, 2005

Kero asleep

Halfway Unsick

More weird cough-syrup dreams last night, but at least they weren't so noisy they kept me from getting any rest. I met a very interesting woman who was sort of a cross between susandeer and unclekage, which I don't mind telling you was an entertaining combination. She was ranting to the owner of the hole-in-the-wall pizza shop about all the ridiculous troubles she'd been having lately -- not in a whiny way, but in a "Oy gevault can you believe it?" way that had everybody cracking up, herself included.

Today, I am definitely on the mend, but not so much that I feel confident in my ability to go back to work -- and I am still coughing all over the place, so I except they're just as happy that I don't. I'll probably try to do some working from home, and hopefully actually get the rest of this week's strips drawn. Today is the first day in almost a week that my hands have been steady enough to actually do any real drawing.

Also, in case you haven't heard, Adobe is gobbling up Macromedia. This is big news for me professionally, as I currently write Cold Fusion code for a living! Given Adobe's history of making products disappear, I may have to start scrambling to learn some new skills -- just what I need right now, thanks universe. -.- On the other hand, this pretty much insures the future of Flash, which is a good thing.

Finally, I finished Knights of the Old Republic II last night; it was mediocre at best. The original had better implementation and fewer bugs, and neither of them were particularly good at capturing the feel of Star Wars in my opinion. I will say, Darth Nihilus and Sion were cool villains, even if they had slightly goofy names. (Darth Traya was not a cool villain, for reasons which I won't mention because it would be a spoiler, and she also had a goofy name.) But you shouldn't be writing stuff for Star Wars when your sympathies are with the villains instead of the heroes. How about a game that portrays Jedi as good guys for a change?

I've coined a term, Star Noirs, for a big problem I see with a lot of the SW game and fiction stuff. SW, even at its deconstructiest, has a kind of "in days of old when knights were bold" storybook quality. Too much SW-licensed material tries to be gritty, with shell-shocked antiheroes and an Alliance/Republic/Jedi Order that isn't particularly good, just isn't as actively bad as the Empire.

So knock it off with the jaded Star Wars stuff already, people! It sucks.

-The Gneech
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The low white noise of the rain on the car roof as they drove was suddenly broken by Greg's voice. "Do you ever wonder where you're going?" he asked.

"What?" said Brigid.

"Do you ever wonder where you're going? Seriously?"

She blinked. "What's this? A serious moment from the Everlasting Airhead? A deep thought actually rattling around in that cavernous cranium of yours?"

"You can dispense with the Batman Narrator impression," Greg snipped. "I asked you a question. Do you ever think that maybe you've taken a wrong turn in your life?"

"Well," Brigid said, looking wistfully out the window at the passing trees, "now that you mention it, I guess I do, sometimes. Doesn't everyone?"

"When do you think the wrong turn was?"

"For me? Oh, I don't know. I sometimes think they've all been wrong turns. Maybe I studied the wrong subject in college. Maybe I didn't pursue the right kinds of relationships. Maybe I turned my back on the wrong people at key points. I don't know."


"A few of them, wow, I really wish I could take back. I ... well ... I really hurt somebody once with something I shouldn't have said, and we've never been the same since."

Greg nodded silently, and they rode on for a long moment.

Finally, Brigid asked, "What about you? When did you make a wrong turn?"

His eyebrows raised as he considered the question. Then he said, "About ten miles ago now, I think. I haven't recognized anything since that sign for the turnpike. I guess we'll have to turn around."

She blinked at him, as he peered out at the road ahead with utmost sincerity. Then she crossed her arms and scowled at the window.

"I hate you," she said.

-The Gneech

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