It’s done. Not only has the room at the hotel been booked (and a month ago at that) but I have finally purchased my tickets and bought the membership for Anticipation, the 67th World Science Fiction Convention!
The ducks are all in their row, neat and squeaky and ready to fly! Er, bus, anyway. You know what I mean.
I spent a half hour consolidating all my notes into Evernote, including hotel maps, bus routes and walking paths. The only thing I don’t have an electronic-only version of is my set of bus tickets. Still, having it all kept in Evernote will eliminate the amount of paper I have to carry around and will support my “travel light” mantra that I’m trying to take to heart.
Not that I don’t normally, but since I’ll be traveling mostly on my own, I want to minimize the amount of luggage I have to look after. Not just for the on-the-road stuff either – there’s that whole Sunday where after we check-out when I’ll be homeless until it’s time for me to catch my bus. I don’t want to be lugging around bags more than absolutely necessary.
I had plans to work on the manuscript build, but that’s not likely to happen tonight. I’m tempted to get Todd to drop me off at work early tomorrow so I can sit down with the computer in the quiet of the cafeteria. Then again, so long as I get up with him and get myself ready early, I could have an hour of undisturbed writing time before I have to walk to work. Okay, that has the ring of a plan to it — and better writing here than spending any more time at work than I must.
And the logical fallacies of Uncharted: Drake’s Fortune continue to drive me insane. Todd’s playing it, and I swear to the video game gods he has killed upwards of 300 mercenaries who are armed to the teeth and can be found in every single location, no matter how remote, how well-hidden, how difficult to reach it is for Drake himself to find. “We only found this area by using a secret passageway and then I had to scale the finger-wide ledges of a bottomless gorge before pulling myself up to find, well, 15 heavily armed men and large cargo crates of supplies!” And did I mention the reams of gasoline-filled barrels that float down rivers and pile up strategically against walls? Not stacked, no — piled like wayward acorns of some fuel-obsessed rodent. Keep in mind that this is coming from an avowed Tomb Raider fan, used to nonsense but the delightful kind of nonsense that at least still held together in some sort of a story. With Drake’s Fortune I’m not sure if I should be furious or insulted. Kudos to Todd for sticking with it for so long — I would have thrown the controller down in disgust long before now. I hear the sequel is much improved and honestly, they have the bones of something worthwhile. Sure, Drake may have Lara Kroft’s moves executed with the agility and speed of Spiderman, but the world they’ve depicted is a lush one and, if they strike a better balance between gunplay and game play, it could be a real winner.
But, wow! Neither here nor there. </rant>
