Today was one of those new-video-game-came-out-today days, so the ol' Xbox pretty much ate up my Thursday. I find it hilarious that I actually purchased a game called "The Ballad of Gay Tony." It's actually the final Grand Theft Auto IV add-on, which is kind of sad; the Liberty City saga will be over soon, but it'll always stand as one of the greatest experiences in gaming, as well as some of the most biting and spot-on sociological satire in any medium.
As promised, my work-day was quick and painless, which was super cool.
I was thinking today that I hope I'm not freaking any Airmen out whilst at work. You see, I often catch myself gazing dreamily at them when they come in the store in their ABUs. Aaaannd I'd better clear that statement up. It's not as though I have a don't-ask-don't-tell thing for guys in uniform (although, girls in uniform...), it's that I have an I-can't-wait-to-wear-that-uniform thing for the...uniform. I see it; I can't help but stare. Nothing...funny. When I first started the military-joining process, I decided that my first moment of overwhelming pride would be at the time I swore in. That turned out to be very much the case - the proudest moment of my life. The next moment, I think, will be when I first put on that camouflage and lace up those boots.
I'm now only six weeks behind on my comic books. I got a lot of reading done this past week when I was sick, and am hoping to get a couple of weeks read within the next couple of days. I managed to pretty much catch up on one of my projects (the Hello!Project project), so that frees up some quality reading time. I'm also trying to get through a stack of about twenty Stephen King books, so I have quite enough reading material to last me a good long time ^_^ Plus, I've really been itching lately to read Frank Herbert's "Dune" saga again, because four times through is not nearly enough.
Halloween is on Saturday and my mother still has not even started making my Spider-Man costume. I always wondered how Peter suddenly got the amazing seamstress (seamster?) skills necessary in order to create his outfit. As far as I know, spiders (genetically altered or not) don't possess any innate costume-design abilities; though they are rather keen at thread-work, so I guess that half explains it. Of course, EIC Quesada would just write it off as "magic." And since nobody got that joke, I'll stop here and go to bed.
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