Later, I asked her if she was my friend. Her reply?
"I'm not just your friend, I'm your BFF."
Sort of made my day. Especially when I consider how many of her fellow computer persons I have slaughtered in Trigger Fist. Obviously, her affection for me transcends mere race, creed or computer animation brotherhood.
This morning I bought a pretty cool game for a mere 99 centabos. It is called Robot Times 1. In this game, there is a factory that produces fighting robots. The machines in this factory have run amok and began to fight the humans. So, good robots go inside the walls to battle bad robots for the sake of mankind. The graphics are good. The gameplay has some glitches but I think that it is easily worth uno dinero. Of course, I haven't had time to play it much.
Hey, before I forget. I watched 60 minutes a while ago. They had an article on a guy from Detroit called Rodriguez. This guy is a songwriter and guitar picker from Detroit, Michigan. He put out a couple of albums which were major flops. He worked as a delivery man and lived in near poverty. Forty years later, he learned that he was like Elvis and the Beatles, really huge, down in South Africa. The guy has a Dylan kind of style, you know?
Anyway, he finds out that he is hugely popular down in South Africa. So he goes down there to do a string of concerts. He takes his daughters with him. They are at the airport and wondering who the limo is for. "Wow", says the daughter, "Must be someone famous arriving."
Turns out that her dad is the 'someone famous'. They go to the concert hall, expecting 30 or 40 people to show up. There is a packed house of 5,000 people. They sing along with every song and know all the words. Why was Rodriguez not getting money from record sales in that nation?
Stories like this one really charm me...and make me sad. Like why did Vincent Van Gogh not sell any paintings until after his death? How can his work sell for millions now, when he died in abject poverty while being supported by his beloved brother? It's like the blog I did the other day called " Just a Dream". Tragic, just tragic. This sweet old guy, living in humble circumstances, his kids thinking he was less than successful, perhaps. It is truly uplifting...and a bummer, all at once. I am going to I-Tunes to find some of his songs tonight, I'll tell you that.
My gaming consultant, Trevor, came over tonight. He was really enjoying my new Batman game called The Dark Knight Rises. He couldn't believe that it only cost me a humble 99 cents. We were watching TV and saw the trailer for the latest Assassins Creed game. Wow, what graphics! This is the one in which the assassin is fighting in America's revolutionary war. I understand that there are two different versions of the story, one for the U.S and one for the U.K. Funny. I mean, it has been a lot of years since this fight occurred. Let's move on. Oh, by the way. Speaking of Siri.
The voice for Siri, in England, is male. In the U.S. it is female. Funny. Maybe the two voices could get together, hang out and make some little baby voices? Man, I think I'm losing it.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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