Not that many of these, really. Since we're between major projects at Yellow Rectangular Border Publishing, work tends to come in flurries: when the California offices get in at around 11AM our time, there's a ton of stuff to do for about three hours, and then basically nothing for the rest of the day.
A bit of a lull on the freelance front -- just enough to keep me busy, but not so much that I feel overwhelmed. Which, though I hope it doesn't last (I thrive on feeling overwhelmed), is good, because now I can devote more time to the Special Secret Mystery Projects I've been poking around with for the last few months. Things on the writing front are good, that's all I can say. Writing is fun! I recommend it to everyone who is me.
GOING TO THE ROTHKO CHAPEL THINGS
I went to the Rothko Chapel this weekend, and while I was there, I listened to Morton Feldman's Rothko Chapel in its entirety. I tend to avoid words like "meditative" or "spiritual" because of their baggage and the nagging suspicion that they don't mean anything, but it was one of the most transcendent experiences of my life. It was one of those moments where you get the suspicion that life was meant to be like this, that moments such as that one were enough to justify the whole bloody mess.
While I was down there, I went to see the Astros play the Phillies. I don't care about either team, but it was lots of fun to see a Major League game again. Or it would have been if the fucking thing wasn't a 15-6 blowout that went on for like five hours. Also if I hadn't gotten food poisoning the night before from the shitty room service delivery I got at the hotel. Still, I've now been to eleven of the current Major League ballparks, and that ain't bad. Also: CARLOS QUENTIN!
GRAND THEFT AUTO IV THINGS
I was running the "#1" racing mission (shut up, all you people who beat the game three weeks ago, I've been busy), and because I suck at racing missions, I flipped on the shoulder of the freeway and the car ended up on its side. I hopped out of the car, thinking the mission would soon abort and I could try again, but although it told me that I had 15 seconds to get back in the car, the 15 seconds passed, and the mission didn't abort. Nor did it abort some five minutes later, even though I'd clearly lost the race by then. Obviously I'd stumbled on some kind of glitch, but what? And how to get out of it? Then, clear as summer sunlight, it hit me: take a sniper rifle and shoot Brucie Kibbutz in the face. Not only did this successfully abort the mission, allowing me to re-try, but it had the added pleasure value of getting to shoot Brucie Kibbutz in the face with a sniper rifle. I cannot recommend this strategy highly enough, in any mission you happen to be involved in.