I’ve spent most of this particular thunderstormy, disgustingly humid Tuesday playing through the single player campaigns in Warcraft II again, as a prelude for that inevitable moment when I give in and pick up III. I’m still not sure where this particular copy of II came from; the last time I played was with Spencer years ago. I’m not complaining, though. Old games and Oreo ice cream are not a bad way to pass another horrifically hot July afternoon.

Thanks also to everyone who wrote in about Scarab of Ra; I downloaded it last night and spent a couple of blissful hours getting mauled by the lioness and saying dirty things about that god damned monkey. Why, why does he have to steal all twenty two ounces of food?

It’s been really unusually windy, even for a thunderstorm. It’s moderately entertaining watching other people’s trash cans roll around in the street (and other people’s cars try to dodge them), but the entertainment value starts to wear off when I notice my own trash cans bouncing happily down the sidewalk. My neighbor and I chased them around for a while and eventually got everything settled, but the wind hasn’t died down at all so I suspect there may be further rounds of catch-the-trash-can later tonight. Aside from that, though, thunderstorms are probably my favorite thing about summer weather. The heat is awful and the humidity is worse, but the storms are fantastic, and we frequently get them a couple times a week.

Tomorrow is supposed to be in the mid seventies (as opposed to the nineties) so I may head into the city to hit the Greenmarket and possibly the Apple store. There are iBooks just begging to be admired, I know it.