Jaws, one of my favorite creature features, returned to theaters for a one-night-only screening on June 21st to honor its 40th anniversary. I was there, and as I watched one of my favorite movies in the company of a few other Jaws lovers, it got me thinking about having another ofNuketown's Monster Weeks.
I'll admit it: I was feeling sorry for myself. I'm the lead for a major project at work, and that project doesn't launch until the last week of July. Until then my summer's going to consist of a never-ending series of meetings, reports, and general cat-herding aimed at making sure everything goes perfectly in high summer.
Begun, this summer reading list has.
The core of my summer reading list should look pretty familiar. There are new Lost Fleet and The Expanse novels, earlier volumes of which have been on my list for years. There are also new novels by some of my favorite authors -- Neal Stephenson, Alastair Reynolds, Ernest Cline -- that I'm eager to read.
This winter's never-ending parade of Northeastern snowstorms has played havoc with two things in my life: skiing and gaming. The storms marched through the region with exhausting regularity on Sundays and Mondays, spoiling the Sunday game and then canceling skiing.
My family's big Christmas present this year was an Xbox One. The kids and I are loving it -- I'm battling my way through the Halo: Master Chief edition, and the kids are questing for the Lonely Mountain in LEGO: The Hobbit.
Unfortunately while Halo looks great and the voice controls are very 21st century, the damn thing unexpectedly turns itself off for no apparent reason. No overheating warnings, no next generation Red Ring of Death, no debug on restart telling me something bad happened.