August 20th, 2005



Alas, the sliding glass door finally claimed a victim. Generally when the birds hit it, they do so at no great speed, since the trees block most of the avenues of approach, and they flap away, shedding down and looking embarassed, but unharmed. Even the doves, who sound like cannonballs when they careen into the glass, are usually unhurt.

The female cardinal today, however, must have come down in a stuka-like dive, because she hit the glass at ramming speed and broke her neck. Up close, she was an odd, patchy bird with surprisingly pale breast feathers shading into neon shoulders. Like many birds, the colors seem oddly artificial up close. I considered photographing her, but she was one of our mite-afflicted birds, and I figured it wasn't worth that much close contact with her parasites. Alas, poor cardinal. Bummer.

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Three days to beat Jade Empire. I feel smug. Not that it was a terribly difficult game, and suited my random button mash style very well, but entertaining none the less. And not a bad story at all. (Damnit, though, I remember the infancy of CRPGs with romance-with-party-members subplots. I think it was "Gateway to the Savage Frontier" by SSI. At 28, I can't claim this makes me old, but in twenty years, shaking my controller at the young whippersnappers, that's gonna date me sorely.)

Probably as proof that I am inherently a wuss, however, every single game in the recent trend of good-or-evil sees me playin' the noxiously good guy. I can't stand to kick even virtual puppies. And it pains me to be rude even to conglomerates of pixels.

Obviously that early Catholic influence took with a vengeance...