the flying squirrel

Darcy Casselman's weblog. Just like old times.

today's wednesday, isn't it?

I feel vaguely obligated to update, but I'm not sure I have anything to say. Normally this wouldn't bother me, and I'd stick by my usual dictum that states that if you have nothing to say, say nothing. It's a good rule, and I like it. I'm not entirely certain why I feel it necessary to disregard it in this case. I suppose I've done it before.

It's probably because of the weather. With it being about 20° outside, it seems odd to have a post complaining about the ice storm up on the front page. Then again, the weather seems odd in general, so that sort of discontinuity is only appropriate.

Since I've nothing better, let's talk about video games.

I'm nearing the end of Zelda. As expected, Zelda herself hasn't done anything at all cool-ass since her transformation. She just hides and gets kidnapped, as per usual. Maybe she'll revert to cool-ass-ness at the end, but I doubt it. We'll see.

Actually, video games aren't that interesting a thing to talk about.