CE Wills

Hey, everyone. On Thanksgiving, we had a get-together here at The Author's Green Retreat. One lady brought a cake which I wanted to show you. It had the look of a Roman Coliseum about it. Inside it was just as decadent...and fun, as ancient Rome. When I cut it open, homemade marshmallow cream began to ooze out in several spots, running over the chocolate cake and peanut butter icing. It is best served warm so the cream is fluid. Very tasty. The same lady, and her children, are people who have played a lot of Skyrim. They gave me some pointers on the game because I am having problems with it. They taught me how to fast travel, and a ton of other things, but the main thing was the armor and clothing problem. This is a little embarrassing, but let me explain. Okay. For several weeks when I played, I would enter towns and everyone I met would comment on my nakedness. I would select a tunic and shoes, whatever, go back around people and they would say something about it. I guess I w

    Hey, everyone. I have been playing quite a bit of Tomb Raider on my P.C. and in fact have finished that game. It is a great game, though someone fibbed about the version I played being the "easy" level. There were numerous times that I had to replay sections 30 times in order to bypass a battle or hazard.       At times I would get on a nice run, though. Here I am pictured in Shantytown. (That's not really me, that is Lara Croft; because A: I am old and B: I am male.) Shantytown is a less than glamorous section of this lost island where many undesirables like to hang out. If a ship or plane is destroyed and their passengers wind up on the island, bad people kill or capture them. I have decimated their ranks and destroyed a good part of their playground. I got word that my friend Sam (A lady) had been taken captive and that the locals were going to make her a Queen. The Sun Queen. You say good, royal privilege and all that. Not so much. They plan to put the old que

      Hey, everyone. Tonight I watched a good movie on television entitled  The Painted Veil . Edward Norton stars as a Doctor named Walter Fane who goes to China for an outbreak of cholera. Dr. Fane is a bacteriologist. The story takes place around 1920. Walter, a proper English bloke,marries a girl named Kitty (Played by Naomi Watts.) before leaving for the Orient. Kitty agrees to marry Walter for that age-old reason, to escape her mother. She is justttttt a wee bit selfish and immature. When she arrives in China she straightaway begins an affair with a colleague of her husband.     When Walter catches the lovers in the act, he volunteers for service in a village swept by cholera, although he is more of a lab guy than an M.D. He forces his wife along for the ride. I really am not sure if his intent is a double suicide via infectious disease or not.       Regardless of intent, they arrive in a grim and tragic mess. There is widespread hatred of Europeans,complete with attendant

     Hey, everyone. I recently watched a great movie with Geoffrey Rush as the star. The title is The Best Offer . Rush played the role of Virgil, an art critic/ auctioneer in London. He was meticulous and a bit weird. He always wore gloves in public and seemed sort of a germaphobe. He had a secret closet, really a room, with dozens of gloves arrayed for various occasions. Concealed behind the gloves was a wonderful selection of art. Very specific art. Art that had women as the subject. No, not like that. A lovely treasure trove of paintings by many of the masters.       He had accumulated these paintings by having prior knowledge of them before their sale at auction. He used a proxy named Billy Whistler,  (played by Donald Sutherland) to bid on paintings that he wanted for his private collection.. Oh, the proxy was being well paid and was a trusted friend. Billy had been a painter that Virgil, as a critic, had deemed less than good, which had limited Billy's career as an artist

    Hey, everyone. I recently entered an odd condition in my life as a gamer. I walked alone through the streets, hands clasped behind my back, brow wrinkled in a studious frown. I didn't even hear the echo of my own footsteps on the pavement. It was like the song by Simon and Garfunkel called The Sound of Silence . "Hello darkness my old friend..."     I found my thoughts drifting over the early years, decades ago, when I played the Intellivision games by Mattel. Then I thought of all the great games I had played on I-Pad before the in-app invasion. Some days I sat by my window and watched the rain. I felt that there was something more for me, out there somewhere in the great, mysterious world.      Finally, I packed my  duffle bag, one of my few souvenirs left remaining from my military days, and set out to find that indefinable something which I longed for.     It took some time, and I sought wisdom from many sources. Sometimes I would get a clue from someone in a