As I sit here, bleary-eyed and massaging my screwed up back, I wonder... what exactly did I do this weekend?
Ah. It's coming back to me now.
I believe we initiated Weekend Fun Proceedings with a visit to the local cineplex to view Roland Emmerich's latest attempt to scare America into emptying its wallets. This time, he's picked the biggest natural disaster of them all, the king of kings, the unstoppable global warming! Living under a rock as I do, I assumed Global Warming was a 100 foot tall nuclear lizard with the ability to control the weather. I was totally looking forward to seeing Global Warming stomp through Tokyo until Team Z could muster the X-Cannon and send him back to the North Atlantic Current where he belonged.
Sadly, Global Warming is a trend, not a monster. Apparently, this movie is based on a book by Whitley Striber (anally raped by aliens) and Art Bell (talkshowmonger). If global warming continues, it fucks up north atlantic current, north atlantic current stops warming the northern hemisphere, which apparently acts as a big pillar, holding all the super-cold air in the upper atmosphere. In this movie, global warming is more like a giant bowling ball, rolled by G.W. Bush and Satan themselves into the pillars of the current, knocking them down, and bringing all that super-cold space air wooshing down on us where it creates super cyclones of DEATH.
These cyclones then chase the movie's protagonists like rabid dogs, in the form of creepy CG frost. And that's just if the wolves don't get them first! Gotta watch out for those deadlly pack of NY, NY wolves.
The only thing that was missing from the movie was a closing shot of mammoths trudging across the great frozen wastelands of New Jersey (what changed, anyway?). This shot would serve to let us all know that even though half the United States was frozen and the other half are going to starve to death in mexico because about 70% of the world's food supply is now under 2 miles of ice, even though all of that... everything is going to be just fine. Big, funny looking, furry elephants are going to take care of everything for us.
Sigh. The movies are always much better in my head than they are on the screen.
Anyway, we got our friend moved into the basement. We had dinner with Mike Brotherton on Saturday night, and ended up staying up until 12 talking literature and english education. No really, it was a stimulating conversation. You had to be there. I got to talk about my "literature as broccoli" theory.
After that, the weekend is a blur of creating characters for a oneshot RPG I want to run soon, and Ninja Gaiden, hardest X-Box game EVAR!
No writing, but I think I'm allowed a break after finishing three god damn stories last week.