I Know This Because Mr. Justice Wargrave Knows This
While I was in Minneapolis last weekend for my brother Andy's wedding reception, I finished reading Fight Club, a novel which is just the right length, and which, I continue to believe, is about something important. I don't know if it's the best expression of that thing, or even a good expression of it, but nevertheless, there it is. I also read all of And Then There Were None, which was once published as Ten Little Indians, a better title for the book, but less politically correct. Apparently the tale was originally published as Ten Little Niggers, but one imagines that title positively destroyed the metering device upon which political correctness is measured. I like about one formal mystery novel a year.
Although plane trips usually result in a great plenty of reading time, this one contained more than usual, because Sun Country cancelled our flight and folded it into the red-eye, without telling us. Thus, we showed up at the airport about eight hours early, at which point the Delta employees manning the Sun Country desk were snide to us about it. Bottom line: This aggression will not stand, man.
Today, I spent the day playing Full Spectrum Warrior, which is an awful name but a really quite good game. Tomorrow, and perhaps this weekend depending on how much time it takes, I must complete an FSW Level Design Exercise ("Not a test!" the document proclaims) in relation to my application for a Designer position at Pandemic Studios. Wish me luck.
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