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    Hey, everyone. I hope y'all are doing well. I've been real busy, typing a manuscript for the sequel to KGB Retirement Program. It will still be a couple of weeks before I can get it on Smashwords. It has been a struggle. I still have to edit, make quite a few changes, then submit it for their approval. It is typed, at least.
     Well, it looks like the Packers and Steelers are in the Super Bowl. I hope the Packers win it for the simple reason that they haven't won it in a while. I'm not particularly fond of either team. I really respect the way that Aaron Rogers has kept his mouth shut through all the Bret Favre situation. Seems to be a class guy. It seems funny that I started the season thinking that Bret and the Vikings would win a ring. Now Rogers gets the glory year and Bret is back on his tractor. Just before I wrote this I saw on Google News that Jeff Fisher and the Titans had parted ways. Good coach. I think the Titans have made a mistake. It's a bummer that all the coaching vacancies are filled before Fisher 'gets the gate'. Still, I can't see him being out of work very long.
      I'm hoping to get out and go to a movie this weekend. I'm torn between several choices. Green Hornet, No Strings Attached and The Mechanic. I also wouldn't mind seeing the Vince Vaughn flick, The Dilemma.
     I bet a few of you are old enough to remember Charles Bronson as The Mechanic. Yes, that's right, it's a remake. All you Net-Flix devotees try the original this weekend. When I was pretty young(1972) this movie was considered monstrously cool. Mostly because of the neat ending but also because being a hit-man seemed like a really cool line of work. Are teenage guys hopelessly naive or what? Of course, today I look back... and I still think being a hit-man would be a cool line of work. Ah, maturity!
      I went on you-tube tonight and saw a clip of the new 'buzz' game for I-Pad. Its called Dead Space. I think it's like your character is in a horror movie. It's that realistic and has some creepy music too. My problem is, I can't dig all the blood on this game. (Major drawback to being a Mechanic). I devote a lot of care to stay away from seeing a lot of blood and guts. I don't intend to pay someone $9.99 to see it. The graphics are terrific, on a par with Infinity Blade.
     Guess what I'm eating as I type this? I'm having Cheddar and Sour Creme potato chips, homemade peanut butter cookies and champagne. Weird for the middle of the night, I know. Hey, when you're old, you can do what you please. Goodnight to you, as I enjoy the breakfast of champions.
CE Wills
PS: The background for the blog is not my house. It's a Google Blogger template. Adios!

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