By the way, kupo...

Finished off Vayne again. Got further this time before I lost patience and had to end it, polishing off Gilgamesh, entering the hard levels of the Henne Mines, opening the Ascetic's Door, getting sandbagged by the "shocked and dismayed" Magic Pot, etc. etc. Great ending to that game, wish it were longer by about an hour. Someday I'd like to see these worlds realized in cinematic detail down to the last stairwell, bookcase and freckle.

Maybe that's what life is, and these games are just a bit of sublime recursion. Oh, well. The other day I turned 64 years of age, if not wisdom, unless wisdom is the realization that most of us just get old. I'm glad I didn't die when I was 63. If my obituary had read, "David Oshel, 63," I'd have died of embarassment. I want to be a prime number when I go — no sooner than 67, preferably 87 or 103. Maybe they'll have discovered immortality by then, and the deal is, courtesy of Mr. Obama, you gets your choice — Social Security or the Methuselah Vaccine. Not both.

Sort of like Asimov's 60, but in reverse.