April 22, 2008


The weather around here rocketed from not far north of freezing to eighty in the space of 48 hours, and yet the snow at my back door took another few days to completely melt. Forget spring, summer is here. I spent a few sweaty minutes reinstalling air conditioners in windows today, and it isn't even May.

I've gotten some nice comments from people about the preview of Grand Theft Auto IV I wrote for the May issue of PlayStation: The Official Magazine, including a kind note from one of my old partners in crime from the high school days. I must be doing something right, because it looks like I'll be headed back out on the road for a day or two next week.

Going away should be a little easier to deal with now that I don't have to worry about coming home to a frozen and impassable driveway. I'm going to relish these months of comparatively wonderful weather in all the ways I didn't last year. I'm already nagging one friend in particular about going camping again. Hell, the way I'm feeling, I might just say to hell with it and head out to some remote spot on my own. What's the worst that can happen? (This would be where you can cue the shrieking strings when my bear-mauled carcass is found in three months.)

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