One Man's Notes

This weekend, I shall mainly be painting the kitchen, doing some writing and generally tidying up the flat.

I'm so dynamic.

A quick movie, captured on my camera on London’s Millennium Bridge last Thursday.

Maneater

Nelly Furtado

Seriously stuck in my head right now.

My brother's showing off by texting me this picture from the match…

Live from the Franken-Stadion

A Hunger Like Fire (Vampire the Requiem)

Greg Stolze

I finally got around to reading this book over the weekend. In common with so many books I own, it's been sitting on my shelf, unread, for over a year.

First up, a disclaimer: I've worked alongside the author on several projects for the same publisher as this book.

That said, Stolze is one of the best writers they have, and the prose he produces is always readable, and often rises well above the rather mediocre median for the game fiction world. In this book in particular, you can see him playing with themes in a way that's better suited to far more serious fiction than this piece of, with the best will in the world, lightweight reading. The plot, such as it is, chugs along at an enjoyable pace and the characters are far richer than you normally find in this form of writing.

The downside is that this is very evidently the first novel in a series. It doesn't really hang together as a narrative it its own right. While there is a distinct plot arc that is resolved, there are many others that are clearly just gearing up by the time the book ends.

Still, an enjoyable enough read for all of that.

Finally, my login problems have been solved and, I discover, not only can I login, but I can now post. How very exciting.

The posting interface is really clean and easy to use, and I'm seriously looking forward to experimenting with the media options.

But right now, I should be writing a feature, so I'll get back to that...

A stupid, yet fun, cartoon for anyone who has ever used AOL or been called by a parent about a computer problem:

Dad vrs AOL

Some people have asked if the “rubber duck” mentioned in my description of my stay in Edinburgh was, in fact, a real rubber duck. Some even suggested that it was a euphemism for something.

No, it was a duck all right.