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Another Friday Night

    Hey, everyone. I stayed at home today. I played songs on the keyboard for about an hour and a half this morning, which is unusual for me. Carley and I sang along and it was a lot of fun. Then she fixed me a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and jelly. Then, in the afternoon, came the really thrilling part in which we sat on the porch together. What we do is scoot our chairs together and she uses one ear-bud and I use the other.(Of  her I-Pod). I drank several beers and listened to old tunes. For some reason I was in the mood for songs that rock out pretty good.
    I was listening to Joan Jett singing I Love Rock and Roll and I thought that she was turning the gender tables a little bit and watching the young dude at the juke box, like Chuck Berry talking about Go Little Queenie. Good for her, and speaking for myself as a 17 year old guy, I would have welcomed her attentions. Ha, ha.
    My day was not totally boring, however. I played a game called Dinosaur Assassin Pro. Now, should I be thumbing through the want ads and see an advertisement for an extermination job, I'll have a career. The above-mentioned game is fun. You are a serious man, with a serious job. You are in one of several locales and are tasked with killing wildlife. Lest P.E.T.A. get riled, let me assure you that I never kill dinos in real life. In fact I don't hunt, although I do enjoy the woods and love to track.
    There is a free version of the game and I'd recommend you try it. The full version is a modest price, $1.99 in the coin of the realm. There were times yesterday that the controls were dodgy but I just got an update that seemed to help. It's funny, the saber-toothed tiger has been on me like white on rice. The reason I think that odd is because of my little confrontation with the mountain lion at the green retreat. See my book called Scary Beast.
    I guess the talk of I-Pad gaming for the week has been The Drowning.
The web has been full of reviews but I would like to share a few thoughts. As you can see, the graphics are exceptional. That, plus the fact that it is a free download makes this a no-brainer to try. You have your choice of control schemes. I tried my usual left thumb -move- around and right thumb- shoot. Then I switched to the new system for this game. You tap on the target with two fingers and your bullet will go exactly between the two fingers. (On the screen, thank God.) I think that it works well and you can hit what you aim for.
     What are you aiming for? I'm glad you asked. It seems that a huge oil leak has caused a plague of sorts and humans have turned into the most repulsive zombies. In fact, the in-game currency, of sorts, is 'black'. It appears to be raw crude. As you fight zombies you accumulate 'black' and parlay it into car parts, guns and the like. If you take the appropriate parts to a certain chick, she will build stuff, like a car, so that you can go to different areas, with fresh zombies to kill. (At one point, one of the crude fellows was hurling globs of solidified oil at me. What a dastardly person he was!) By the way. A strategy. When the zombonies surround you and are chomping on your scrawny buns, tap on a remote part of the screen. You will run there. Just as you reach that spot hit the turn-around button in the center of the screen. Now you will have the creatures at your front, rather than attacking your blind side. Coolness. No charge for this wisdom. I usually sit in a cave, high in the Andes, and dispense wisdom like this. Long white beard, a loincloth and the whole enchilada.
    Of course, there are in-apps because, hey, the game is free. I haven't played it enough to get a feel of how needful it will be to buy a lot of stuff with real cash, so you'll have to try it for yourself.
     Well, I feel like writing some more but it is late and I am expecting to have some cool dreams tonight. Maybe about fighting zombies or hunting dinosaurs. Maybe about Joan Jett and a jukebox. Either way, it's a win-win situation. I bid you sweet dreams, from the front porch of life,
I'm CE Wills.

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