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My 10 Favorite Posts

    I just published my 200th post here on the blog. Some of them are pretty good and I thought that I'd write down a list of my favorites in case any of the newcomers would like to read them. You can reach them by scrolling down the right side until you reach the appropriate month and then clicking on the post.
1.Walking In The Rain (May, 2010)
2.The White Chicken Mystery ( February 2011)
3. Snakes That Fly (May, 2010)
4. Things That Rattle Me (June, 2010)
5. Learning His Craft ( May, 2010)
6. The Garden Of The Octopus ( September, 2010)
7. A Plug For Bears ( November 2010)
8. The White Sign ( June 2010)
9. Footsteps On The Roof ( May, 2010)
10. The Meditating Squirrel ( January, 2011)
    It's a rainy day here at the green retreat and thank goodness for that because I had a ton of chores to do. Now I am 'forced' to stay indoors and goof off.
    I have an update on the game I bought called Dead Space. I have severe buyer's remorse over this. I am still wandering around that stupid space ship cutting power cables with a plasma saw. I think I'll have to wait for my kids to visit so I can get them to get me to the point where I can kill some monsters. I am really pathetic at playing games, I know, but when will developers learn that there is a vast army of older gamers who need more help with games? They could have a special web-site called lame.com where a guy could get tutorials on games. Hey, our money spends just as good as a teenager's, right?  I read the other day of a survey that showed that I-Pad gaming was extremely popular among older people. The guy called us casual gamers. (Probably got that from me) We are now a niche market. (Yay?)
    By the way I would like to give a shout out to Mahalo.com for their excellent help videos on you tube for the Dead Space game. Now I have hope. Just a small ray of light in the vastness of space.
     CE Wills.

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