Saturday was the Hallowe’en party at Laura’s church. Laura was a jack-o-lantern and I (grabbing my orange t-shirt at the last minute) was the pumpkin prior to carving. I was also a member of the Costume Judging Tribunal, which awarded medals for the top three costumes in four age groups. The pastor attended dressed as the grim reaper, which was certainly interesting.
Afterward, I watched three episodes of Nightstalker and the most recent episode of Threshold. I was totally hoodwinked by the ads for Threshhold, by the way. I was certain that Arthur Ramsey (Peter Dinklage) would be killed off (which would have been a travesty), but the network’s claim that one of the team members would die was a total bait and switch. A good thing, too. If Dinklage had left the show, the only interesting character left would be Nigel Fenway (Brent Spiner); the rest of the Threshold team is pretty damn boring.
Sunday afternoon we had lunch with Laura’s parents at Cici’s, a pizza buffet place. The pizza was decent, though certainly not exciting. Dessert was fairly yummy, though. Laura’s dad looks pretty good for a guy who had his chest cracked open two weeks ago.
After lunch Sam Fisher and I put the hurt on some palace guards and “removed” one Kombayn Nikoladze, a not-nice Georgian fellow who intended to detonate a suitcase nuke in the U.S. That’s right, Splinter Cell is complete. The cats were not at all pleased when I celebrated by listening to the theme song at a high volume (“Listen all you mother-“). Their ears went so far back that they looked like they were running really, really fast.
So what’s a boy to do after finally beating Splinter Cell? Why, get to work on Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow, of course. Sam cannot rest, for there’s trouble afoot in East Timor.
I took the day off yesterday because my sinuses weren’t happy. To top it off, I had a sore throat and some sort of weird ear thing that made me dizzy every time I stood up. I’m mostly better now, though.
I took advantage of my down-time to watch Path of Destruction, starring Danika McKellar (formerly of TV’s The Wonder Years). Let me say this: that movie isn’t worth staying home from work to watch.