November 18th, 2007


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To my immense pleasure, I woke up this morning to find a downy woodpecker on my suet feeder. YAY! At last, the woodpeckers--or at least A woodpecker--put on an appearance!

Meanwhile the ground is coated with orange leaves, and the juncos are hopping merrily through them. Well, it looks merry from in here, where I have a fuzzy bathrobe and central heating and hot tea. The juncos are probably muttering through clenched beaks about how it's bloody cold and they're freezing their ass-feathers off and goddamnit why can't she put up a bloody ground feeder or something, make life easier for everybody, no more rooting through leaves, what do they look like, towhees? Frickin' humans standing there ogling woodpeckers. Get a job, hippie!

A whole horde of small children have descended for the weekend owing to a birthday party in the apartment up the hall (and by horde, I mean at least seven or eight.) I didn't mind them being rowdy fairly late--my neighbors are generally very quiet, their children very well behaved, and if they want to cut loose for a birthday now and again, knock yourselves out, childhood comes but once. Did give me a bit of a start to discover that they're still here this morning, roaming the grassy strip right behind my apartment. Possibly should put on something other than bathrobe. Or close blinds. (No, if the blinds are closed, I can't see woodpeckers.) Right. Presentable clothing. No more nude trips from bed to bathroom for a couple of days. Must remember these things. Bugger.

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Some observations on playing "Rule of Rose"...

1. Dark, brooding atmospheric, creepy.

2. Bring a book. Slow moving, lots of load time, lots of running in slow-mo through rooms. That are dark and atmospheric and creepy.

3. God, I'm SO never having kids, even if they probably wouldn't form a demented Victorian Lord-of-the-Flies society and beat up dogs.*

4. Heroine is useless, useless, useless. (More useless than Rukia, who is my benchmark for useless heroines, and that's saying something. Same tendency to make small pained noises and faint at inconvenient moments, less able to provide exposition/one-liners.) Kee-rist. You're in a world ruled by children and you haven't taken advantage of the fact that you're twice the size of these whiny deliquents? Sure, fine, they can clobber you en masse, but you meet a lot of 'em one-on-one. You faint when confronted by a fat girl with a RAT ON A STICK?! And you have a knife?! Kick some pint-sized ass! Save that poor rat! He doesn't want to get rubbed all over your face, and he thinks you're a sniveling loser too.

Also, you run slow.

5. As with many people, your dog is smarter than you are, and has a nose able to track a dried butterfly through three dark atmospheric creepy floors. This is not to be sneezed at.

6. So far, it's a "not bad, but too slow to really recommend." We'll see if the promised dark and filthy tale proves lurid enough to be worth wading through.

*Mother Ursula: "Okay, you little bastards have fun with your quasi-Victorian nutbar society, but you damn well better be nice to the dog!"