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Potato Hash and the Order,1886


Hey, everyone. I had a lazy day today. One which will surely bore you but I'll take that chance and tell you about it. Let me start by telling you about the supper I fixed for my wife and I. We used some potatoes O'Brien, fried in a skillet. You know, with peppers and onions? I cooked them brown, then added a bunch of scrambled eggs, cheese and crumbled up pieces of bacon. Then I cooked it till they were all mushy. Served with toast, covered with apricot preserves and butter. We had some pineapple and grapes on the side. A  big glass of milk to wash it down. Not too shabby.
I finished my game. (Far Cry Primal.) Then we started a new/old game by the name of The Order, 1886. It seems that this game gives us a bit of revisionist history. I have only played Chapter 1, but I'll give some initial impressions.
It seems we are in London and a member of a group of men and women who aspire, no, they are, Knights of the Round Table. We play as Galahad, a lion of the aforementioned group. Along with twists to history are sci-fi attributes like werewolves called Lycans, if memory serves me right. It is a shooter game and so far we have battled prison escapees and werewolves. Lots of fun.
Let me say that the controls are giving me a bit of a problem. The usual 'up' button takes my aim down, endangering me in battle. I'm sure a more skilled combatant would have already corrected this problem. The fault could be mine. This is an older game which I picked up for $20 at Wal-Mart. With several weeks until Uncharted 4, A Thief's End, I hope to pass the time pleasurably with this title.
By the way, I am reading a good book by James Lee Burke. It is called The Neon Rain and an early installment in the Dave Robicheaux series. Dave is a New Orleans cop who accidentally gets involved with the mob and some feds over the murder of a young woman. It seems that there is a beef with those who sell illegal arms to guerillas. Not the hairy kind, mind you.
The neat thing about this book is that I think I missed it during my read-thru of Burke's novels. It explains some things that I always took for granted. I am very much enjoying this one.
Early this afternoon we took a nap. It was cold in the house and we slept like a proverbial rock. I dreamed of super-heroes for some odd reason. I haven't even seen a movie with caped dudes lately. It was not a bad dream, however.
So, that's my Sunday, here at the Author's Green Retreat. I'm CE Wills.
P.S. Sorry about the formatting here. I think the long picture messed things up.
P.S.S Check out a movie called Black Sea, with Jude Law. It's about a bunch of old sailors who buy an ancient sub and go diving in the Black Sea for a fortune in Nazi gold. It is a nail-biter and very well done. I won't spoil the twists and turns, just take my word for it. Goodnight.
 
   
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