There are myriad things wrong in the world, but reading about Tom Cruise's intention to eat the placenta upon Katie Holmes giving birth was high on the list indeed. I found a series of posts over at the newly-repopulated Bennelli Brothers site. It's about time Captain, Sal, Mo and yes, even Razor, were back in the fold. Dunno what happened to 'em but they're back and better'n ever.
Meanwhile, New York City is getting downright comfy weather-wise. Therefore, it'll be no time at all that we New Yorkers will start complaining about the weather again. "It's too hot," I can hear them whine, as the bus inches through traffic amid heatwaves rising from the nearly-bubbling asphalt streets. And with the heat comes BO...BAD BO...the kind of BO that inspires people to relocate. Ah, spring is in the air.
Speaking of NYC, I am spending an hour a night over in New Jersey, killing mobsters, hijacking trucks, extorting and bullying drivers, and, of course, starting the occasional mob war. Thus far I have cleared Brooklyn and Jersey of all non Corleone influences, except I have not yet put the Straaci family out of business for good. But, within the next 48 hours, I intend to bomb their compound and take it over, so once I do, I'll be halfway home to becoming Don. So be nice ;)
Yes, I'm referring to The Godfather by EA. If you have a few days to yourself and have a decently-powered PC, I highly recommend it. But plan on forfeiting sleep and social engagements for about six weeks after you install it -- it's that addictive. The one saving grace is that I can run around like a maniac and still have philosophically engaging conversations with Kaia, who roots me on and encourages me to shoot everyone, including police officers. With her encouragement, I'm less morally ambivalent about enjoying a game this violent, nasty and repulsive knowing somewhere, somehow, a 12-year-old is doing the same things I am, only quicker, more efficiently and with less moral hesitance than me.
Did I mention it's spring?