Instead of writing this weekend, I played The Sims 2. And, yes, my sim also works on a novel, and yes, she gets more done than I do. I missed the news over the weekend (that's how much I played) that British author J. G. Ballard died yesterday (BBC). I wish I was still at Borders so I could make a display in his honor. I remember watching an interview with him in the dvd extras for Empire of the Sun and being blown away at how straight-laced and personable he seemed considering his often dark subject matter. But then again I've always found that people who write the weirdest, darkest things turn out to be the nicest people on earth.