I’ve decided that what the Tri-Cities needs, more than anything else, is a GameALot. And a decent movie theater wouldn’t hurt either (the ones here haven’t gotten Borat yet — it’s been showing in Auburn since Friday). But it really bites not having a place to go to meet other gamers.

I found myself with nothing to do again last night (Beefy being in Portland, Jones a bit too melancholic to be up for socializing), so I went to the 9:45 showing of Man of the Year. Didn’t care for it. It probably would’ve been decent if it included more stuff from the lead-up to the election and Tom Dobbs’s (Robin Williams) campaign, but instead it focussed on the adventures of Dobbs’s love interest: an annoyingly whiny, indecisive twit of a woman involved in a conspiracy to hide the truth about defective voting software. Louis Black was good, but they gave him very few lines.

I finished The Gods Themselves earlier today. I was a little disappointed with the third section of the book; it didn’t compare to the first two parts. Plus, I was annoyed that the humans never made real contact with the “para-men” from the other universe. The first part was (loosely) about a scientist trying to communicate with these extra-dimensional aliens who help Earth develop free energy; then the second part was basically the same story from the point of view of one of the aliens with whom he’d traded messages. But the third part doesn’t further that storyline at all. In fact, it doesn’t even feature any of the previous characters. And the loose ends from the alien story ever get tied up.

Tonight I’ll start reading Terraforming Earth. After all this 30+ year old stuff, I need some recent sci fi. I’m getting a little tired of stories set on Luna though, so hopefully this one won’t spend too much time there. (Or, if it does, maybe it can at least avoid the constant stream of trivia about 0.16 G adaptation that Heinlein and Asimov were so obsessed with imparting to their audience.)

During a particularly boring stretch of afternoon yesterday, I flipped through my dad’s parallel bible and spotted an interesting passage. (A parallel bible, BTW, is basically a book with four different versions of the bible displayed side by side for easy comparison. This one has King James in one column, then New International in another, then Living, then New Revised Standard.) The text from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 gave me a weird feeling of deja vu. After some thinking and a quick google search, I realized it was nearly identical to The Byrds’s Turn, Turn, Turn. Isn’t it strange to think that, at some point in time, a song made up almost entirely of scripture was number one in the US?

Well, this killed some time. Guess I’ll go get a Famous Bowl and watch the new Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror XVII on the DVR. BTW, speaking of Famous Bowls, I just found this sweet 2-for-1 coupon on the KFC web site.

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