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The Vampire Gnats

    Hey, everyone. Another exciting day here at the green retreat. My high point thus far was killing a gnat. We have these gnats that love to bite your face. They are almost invisible because they are tiny. The best way to kill them is to lurk at the glass doors during the early morning or late evening, where you can see them against the light. I suppose that they are attempting to get back to their crypt before the sun gets high. I hate these voracious critters. Their bites make your face itch. They particularly like to bite the area of my brows. Someday I may work up the nerve to follow one of them back to their crypt and drive a spike through the whole place. Sorry, Halloween is over and Thanksgiving is here... I am so thankful that I killed this stupid gnat that has been biting me.
      In non-gnat news, I see that police are reopening the Natalie Wood case. She drowned off the coast of California many moons ago. Evidently the Captain of Natalie's yacht has been saying some things about that evening, and his statements, as well as an anonymous letter, have prompted some curiosity. Natalie was a stunning beauty. She was a terrific actress and Splendor In The Grass almost scorched the screen back in the day, being quite racy for that time. She seemed to be more girl-next-door than the bombshell type of starlet. I always liked her. She was in many hits, like Rebel Without A Cause, The Searchers and West Side Story.
     Those of you who are tired of getting stuck at a tough part of shooter games, I have a suggestion. Try Battlefield Bad Company 2. This game may not be quite as good in the graphics department as some others but it seems as though somebody understands that 'EASY' means not excruciating. I have been enjoying it. Also, my wife, the puzzler, is trying to convert me and has gotten me started on 4 Elements. This game has the player trying to get this green lava stuff from point a to point b by making matches and destroying rocks,ice and using power-ups. You have these exploding arrows that clear a path, which makes the game quite palatable for an old shooter like myself. There is plenty of depth and the game is relaxing after you have grown frustrated with level 3 of Modern Warfare or Shadowgun's !@#$  driller!
     Well, more excitement awaits me so I must go. I plan on a walk in the woods, a bacon and tomato sandwich for breakfast, a stimulating drive to the mailbox and perhaps some work on a new novel.
    From the home of the biting gnats, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. Perhaps some developer will make a game called Gnat Battle.
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