My Sweetie is out of town until Tuesday so I'm baching-it this weekend. My Bill-the-Cat Cold of 2008 is still running its course. I tried getting off of cold drugs but that wasn't a good idea so I'm back on them. The term productive-cough is fine in the abstract, a little gross in practice.

I've got a pizza in the oven and a zombie movie from NetFlix. Excellent.

I'm taking a break from playing Fable II. I have to think how my generation is one of the first raised on video games, Pong onwards. I have to think of that first to justify a 40-something year old man playing a video game late into the night.

The Fable II visuals are outstanding and the play is pretty good. I only had to resort to online help once (I didn't realize, when doing the first archeologist quest, that you actually need to leave Fairfax Gardens). Other than that I've been able to muddle through the ending (Theresa's last word spoken to the game's hero character changes everything) and then play on some of the additional quests.

I decided to be the most pure, good character possible. I've got a little halo floating over my hero character's head to prove it! I don't know what it says about me, but when I wander into town, I want to see all those little hearts floating above the villager's heads and have them all gather around to admire me. Maybe one day I'll fire it up again and play a bad dude. Or bad dudette.

But I've got to take a break. I'm up to 43 out of 50 gargoyles and wasted a lot of time getting those last few. I took a walk near the woods near The Tree House today and I kept thinking about bandits, balverines, and hobbes jumping out of the trees.

Time out. Eh, I've got a stack of business books to get around to reading. I'll get there.

Right after the zombies.