Yummy new starwars game for my PS2 - after killing rebels for a few hours I think I'll sleep better than I have in days. As it turns out, being a storm trooper has its perks, but camouflage isn't one of them. Fortunately, death is only but so bad in that game.

I won some, I lost some. Mostly I was just figuring out what all the buttons do.

Of course, the real entertainment was when I went in to the game store to get what I needed for my console to be happy with the new game - I ticked off the list of gadgets to the overly-helpful geek who came rushing out to be of assistance, and he said, "I assume you need all this stuff for Final Fantasy?"

Um... no. The look on his face was pretty funny when I told him it was for a twitch shooter game.

My next stop was at the comics store - I try to fit all the uncomfortable shopping into one day. Fortunately I didn't have to have much of a conversation with the comicstoreguy because he was already helping another customer - whose hip girlfriend was sitting in a chair sulking furiously, glaring at the door, hoping no one would come in who could recognize her.

Anyway, I went and pawed through their paltry selection, picked out a few (Ultimate Fantastic Four is actually pretty good, it surprised me) I was interested in (Fables!) and paid for my loot. At which point the gentleman made an effort to show that he remembered me from my previous visits to the store and that it had been a while since I was in.

Who needs adoring fans when you have geek cashiers?

Books: The goal is to finish out the chapter today. Wish me luck. My writing club readers tell me I have to explain death in 500 words or less.