CE Wills

    Hey, everyone. As you doubtless recall, I have been on a trek through Oros in the PS4 game of Far Cry Primal . One of its fiercer inhabitants is Batari, a sun worshiper with a penchant for blue skin, knifes and fire.     Part of my unofficial job here in prehysteria (that's a joke) is to do all manner of deeds for those folks who inhabit my village. This task has proven to be one which I have failed at many times. I was sent to destroy Batari and the temple where she practices human sacrifice. As you can see from the pics, it is a bit of a stretch to call it a temple. There is not even a ceiling. For the pyros among you, there is a really neat fire, though.    I had to search for the place, to begin with. I was told to follow holes drilled in pillars of stone. I found some, sure 'nuff (southern colloquialism.), as shown. Then I happened across a dude who gave me the desired info. He wore a wild necklace but seemed a decent c...

        Hey, everyone, across the known world. I ventured forth into the haunts of men today. I had to pick up a new pair of spectacles (not shown). I also picked up some new contact lenses. It was a relief to get that chore over with. But the day was not without its pleasures.      I bought the DVD of the latest Star Wars flick. Carley and I had watched it at the theater around the holidays but I'll probably talk about it when I watch it again. When I got home it was blustery and cool but I grilled some steaks. Carley fixed baked taters (southern for potatoes), rolls and salads. She put stuff on the salads until they were a meal. Sure, lettuce, tomato, cheese, grape, pineapple, onion, boiled eggs, strawberry and dressing.     On the steaks I put Cajun, not an actual person but the spice, Greek and Montreal steak spice. The meal was good and I washed had almond-pistachio ice cream for dessert. Then I kicked ...

   Hey, everyone. I watched several hours of the play from Augusta National today. Always a pleasure to see the Masters. It sort of makes me melancholy, to see the place. I worked in Augusta for several years. I enjoyed it and made a lot of money, a rare combination. I feel like I made a mistake when I left, but that's one of many in my life.     When I arrived in Augusta I knew nothing about golf and cared little for the sport. I remember arriving in town late one evening. I went to a steakhouse and saw  paintings of Bobby Jones and Augusta National. I remember remarking to the waitress that it seemed a golf-centered town. She was polite enough to smile and agree. I said that I had noticed that I had came into town on Bobby Jones Expressway and she talked about Mr. Jones a little.     Later, I worked with John Daly's dad for a while.  A friend of mine said,"Jim's got a boy that is a scratch golfer." I didn't know what that was but ...

       Hey, everyone. I am still having major fun here in Far Cry Primal. I find the inhabitants fascinating for several reasons. They are never boring, certainly.     For instance, the first human I associated with is a lady named Sandy, Sandar or something. She is pretty and fit. She has a big round spot on the front of her head that is not bald or shaved but appears like the hair has been ripped out. Other than that she is hot. She has a sweet smile but her eyes give the impression that all her ducks are not aligned. I built her a hut and she became the first resident of my village. Cool.    Later, she offered to let me move in with her. However, the way she talked, the offer was contingent on me killing a bad man called Ul. She wants the dude's ear for a necklace. I give a hoot about her kinky jewelry but Ul is huge and bad to the bone. I gather that you can't beat him until the end of the game. So I sought other battles and fo...

     Hey, everyone. I had a nice day today. I stayed home all day. I played some songs on the keyboard. Though I had the blues, early in the day, as so often happens, they disappeared as I sang a few songs. Just like Neil Diamond promised. Ha, ha.      After that I played a massive amount of Far Cry Primal. I played for hours, opening up a new territory, just like Lewis and Clark. We played through a quest called something like The Bloodfang Cave. It was good for a Sunday afternoon adventure with minimal risk.       As the evening ripened, we watched a good movie that I had never heard of. It was called The Drop . It starred Tom Hardy as Bob, a bartender in New York. The bar where he works is mob owned and the place is a drop for sports bets, a book as it used to be called. Well, his cousin Marv works there and is needing money. He arranges for some guys to rob the joint and give him (Marv) part of the money.  ...

    Hey, y'all. (Thought I'd inject a little Southern flavor.) It is a cool day, here at the green retreat. We arose early and went to a local hamlet for breakfast. As I drove home, I thought about the book business. As most of you know, I have a number of ebooks for sale. I haven't counted them recently, but I think there are around 9 novels, 1 novelette and 20 or more short stories. Toss in about 865 blog posts published and another 115 that I have lounging around unpublished, and you have a load of work. I have been knee-deep in the ebook thing from its inception. It has been interesting, to say the least.        Filled with promise in it's beginnings, slowed by opposition and mistakes, the ebook express train has slowed somewhat. Why? Well, I can give an opinion, I suppose. 1) I think people read less. Especially men. Gaming is more exciting and takes less involvement than reading. It can also be interactive to a degree that readin...