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Green Kryptonite, Rudyard Kipling and Mr. Els

    Hey, everyone. At the moment I am in the caves of the Volterites, standing next to what appears to be a pillar of Green Kryptonite. It is a good thing that my pard, Superman, is not with me. As you may have guessed, I am on the 8th chapter of the excellent game called Nova 3. After long hard battles and many sticking points I have arrived at the next to the last level of this game. My gaming friend, Trevor, assisted me to get past a stopping point this evening. So, I have had a good time as I began this Chapter. I went through a transporter with 'good ole boy' Rufus, who wound up somewhere else. I have ran from lava fissure to lava fissure to keep from freezing to death. Then I eased quietly past a huge monster who appears to be made out of solid lava and is taking a bath in a sea of molten lava.
     Then I came into this odd area with some shrine-like things. Maz-Rah, my back-stabbing sort of friend spoke in my mind briefly, to no purpose. What's his deal, anyway? Once you meet him, does he want to hang out and haunt people? He certainly is not visible, nor does he help me shoot these winged Volterites. At any rate, I have enjoyed being unstuck and going on a sweet run.
    The British Open was one of the most entertaining sports events I've watched in a while. The benign  golf course of the past three days turned malicious today. All the leaders began to flip out a bit and go backwards on the scoring path they would have preferred. Adam Scott had a comfortable lead and then started dropping a shot every hole. Meanwhile, Ernie Els was plugging along, several pairings in advance of Adam. The difference with Ernie was that while "those around him were losing their heads" (as Rudyard Kipling might have said), Ernie was able to keep his. So it was that Ernie watched from the sidelines as a handful of players allowed their scores to retrograde toward his own. Woods, Snedeker, Scott, had a rough ending to their day. At first I thought that Scott would win handily, then barely win, then tie and force a playoff. At the end, Ernie Els just won while he was eating a sandwich. Adam Scott will doubtless win a major and I love his character, the way he took this tough loss.
    The green Kryptonite which I am standing next to is remarkably tame compared to the wind and the bunkers at the British Open. It has been a fun day.
    From the Volterite Planet and the lava caves, I'm CE Wills.
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