A Clash Of Kings

Its been a good month so far.

I've spent my days working and my nights with Naomi whenever it was possible. Come Wednesday I will be finished with a minor project in the office and the process of editing my work will begin. For the past fortnight i've been adapting a knowledgebase for a new machine, cobbling together bits and pieces of information from previous releases along with solutions i've authored to launch the support base when the model hits the market. While i'm sure there will be a lot of changes to be made before the knowledgebase is fit for release, i'm certain that the groundwork is there, and that i'm adaptable enough to modify whatever needs to be changed. Its good work, and i'm proud of my progress.

Having seen the Watchmen twice now, I can safely say that it is a recommended viewing for any who care for the genre, and some who don't. While the movie adaptation loses the complexity and the multi-layered tale that is the graphic novel, director Zach Snyder did for it what Peter Jackson did for the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The result is an enjoyable, albeit truncated take on a society living in the shadow of nuclear war. What heroes that exist are broken, scared, apathetic and paranoid yet still they labor to fight for an imperfect system. After all, if they don't then who will?

I attended a WoW minis tournament today, hoping to win a Spectral Tiger or a Battle Bear mount in order to sell over eBay but unfortunately my team was ripped to shreds in 3 out of the 4 matches of the day. Still, the games were good and each defeat was down to a very fine margin. In hindsight perhaps I should have made a different figure choice, but I stuck with the decision I made in the beginning and went with it all the way. There wasn't much I could do but make my foes pay dearly for their victories.

Over this weekend i've also managed to finish Resident Evil 5, a game that set my pulse racing more out of pounding action than fear. Gone are the scares of the previous games, replaced instead with gunning down mobs of infected men and monsters with the business end of sniper rifles, automatic shotguns, and even an orbital laser. They deserved it, and I most certainly enjoyed the ride. A part of me still yearns for a good scare though, and while the game is a blast (pun intended) to play, it was missing the survival horror feeling that Capcom had so deftly served a decade ago.

For all the progress i've made gaming i've unfornately been unable to finish reading through A Clash Of Kings this weekend. Theres about a hundred pages left but if i'm to sleep at a decent hour for work, it looks like I might have to leave it be for now and come back to it tomorrow. Few fantasy novels I have read moved me to care about the characters within, and I still rage at the treachery of the so called nobility. When a crown is involved I suppose all notions of honor and fair play go out the window.

In a game of thrones, you win or you die. Truer words have not yet been written in the series so far.

I close with some troubling thoughts i've been having. About half an hour ago I was roused from my reading by the distressed cries of a woman nearby. Judging by the sound, it was probably from the lobby of the apartment building. By the time I went to investigate everything was back to normal, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. If I went down earlier I could probably have helped against whatever was happening, but I didn't.

Maybe i'm a coward, or maybe its worse.

Maybe I don't care.