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Twas the Night Before Christmas

     Hey, everyone. To begin with, all you folks who haven't bought  Shadowgun can now buy it for the price of $2.99.  Not too shabby for what may be the best game on the app store.
    I recieved an I-Tunes gift card today and have plans for it already. There are a few games that I intend to buy and I may sit down tommorrow evening and search the music store for some cool oldies to buy. I need enough for a new CD. About 20 should do it. I may, perchance, partake of a limited number of suitably festive drinks while doing that. As far as the games go, the games I've been eye-balling are as follows.
1) Modern Combat 2, Sandstorm.
2) Batman, Arkam City Asylum.
3) R.U.S.E.
    There was another one which I can't remember at the moment. Whatever.
     Today, tonight, we had a get-together here at the green retreat. We ate a ridiculous amount of food. Excuse me, I ate a ridiculous amount of food. There was turkey, ham, cranberry sauce, stuffing, giblet gravy, mashed potatoes, rolls, green beans, dumplings, macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, slaw, chocolate pie, pecan pie, pineapple upside down cake, peanut butter cornflake candy and my personal favorite, banana pudding. The food was great and the company was excellent. Some folks brought their X-Box and we played some games on it; mainly the Rage version for X-Box. I must say that the graphics are astounding. The game is fun, but I had a bit of trouble getting used to the controls. We had a good time.
     The I-Pads got used a lot. A bunch of the ladies started a puzzle fest on the I-Pad, trying to tag-team a game called Rhymie Stymie-The Rhyming Word Game. They beat an incredible 174 levels of this game. We shooters sat back in amazement as these puzzlers came up with the oddest answers that turned out correct. A puzzler's mind just has to be wired different. For example, the game gives you the words, dog kiss. You must think of two words that rhyme with each other, and also mean the same as dog kiss. In this instance the appropriate answer would be pooch smooch. No, I am not kidding. 4 women had a ball with this game. You get 70 levels for free, then you can buy extra packs on different subjects. The packs are 99 cents each and have 100 puzzles per pack. So the ladies had a great time for almost no money.
     Word To Word was also popular. In this puzzler, you must match words that are similar out of two lists. For instance 'Capone' and 'gangster' matched and eliminated two words from the two lists. It starts off free, then you buy more packs for 99 cents. It's good, even for a shooter like myself. If I didn't have such a load of zombies to kill, I might play this game more.
    Some of the younger kids were racing on Asphalt 6. Very fun. Some of the other kids were playing keyboard, guitar, flute, clarinet and some were singing. It was a diverse crowd. Some walked in the woods. One piled up on the couch and read a book. I had a good time and I ate more than anyone, which is unusual for me.
    Some guy started snoring in my recliner. I didn't catch his name. Hey, I surprised my wife by getting her something unexpected. Well, that's a lie. Actually, if you buy gifts for the born puzzler, they will inevitably guess them. It used to bother me, but I've gotten used to it. Wrapped or not, under the tree or not, animal, vegetable or mineral, she always knows. If I had a pony under the tree tommorrow morning, she would pop up and say, "Hey, I knew you had bought that because I got a receipt in the mail from the co-op for the @#*** hay." Whatever.
       From the frustrated Santa at the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
    

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