Desktop Tower Defense. How I love thee. Let me count the ways. One. There’s only one thing to love, well admire, that is the fiendish cunning of the author who has single-handedly stolen many man-years from the Canadian economy. That is, if you can, as a player, claim no responsibility, and of course ignore the economies of other countries. “I do” times two.
It would complete my own downward spiral if you would become addicted too, as I believe I’m supposed to ruin the lives of others as an addict.
Anyhoo… onto something less dramatic. It’s fall. Getting cold. Leaves to rake. Rain is coming. Sentences terse.
This is the only visible achievement of my winter preparations. One lonely bag, waiting for garbage collection, not four days away, whose hopes will be dashed, first of a companion, then of lonely contentment as Hurricane Noel first drenches it and then blows it down the street to someone else’s yard.
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