I had a good time in Denver. I do much better on physical pinball tables than video game versions. They manipulate physics and add obnoxious distractions to the virtual games. It’s still fun, though. I forgot about how earning a free ball sounds like a popgun fire, and the resultant anxiety seemed to help. I have doof reflexes, which when pressure is applied are like those of ninjas. 💪🏽
I finished reading After On by Rob Reid. It’s as if the novel was written for me specifically. I loved it so much I should totally marry it. It’s five days until the new John Scalzi novel releases. I thought this book would tide me over until then, but it was so good I couldn’t pace myself. I spent most of my mini-vacation reading it.
It’s the first I’ve read by this author, but he’s now on my auto-buy list. (So much for Patrick Rothfuss being the only one to achieve that status immediately.) I’m considering rereading it, right away. (That’s a good sign for any author.) While I was looking for After On, I read a few reviews on Artemis by Andy Weir. Some were profoundly disappointing and loudly reflected the readers’ tolerance issues. He made the protagonist a Republicans worst fear. Enough said.
From now on, people who don’t enjoy Artemis are not allowed to read anything by Neal Stephenson. You’re not ready, (and that’s sad.) I haven’t practiced my drums in days. It feels peculiar, so I’m off to beat them with sticks.