The coffee machine at work does espresso. Well, not really. This stuff bears as much resemblance to espresso as the mud-flavoured dog-urine they have does to coffee, but I will take whatever I can get where coffee is concerned. As always, the place could be worse. Unfortunately, apart from that today has been rather boring. The cold and ice made the ride to work move from "uncomfortble" to "painful", but shit happens.
I finished Shattered Visage as well, which was... odd. It updated the Prisoner to 20 years after the end of the TV show, and had some very interesting ideas and imagery — it could be used as a study in the differences between spy genre conventions in the 60's and the 80's — and the idea of a ruined Village was beautifully executed. But it tries too hard to be a homage to the original without going to the length that the whole thing deserves. And the explanation to the purpose of the Village was straight from a time where Trident and Star Wars were much closer to the front of public thinking. That's not to say that the book is bad, it's certainly well-written and entertaining. Some of the art is dodgy, but a lot of it — especially the backgrounds — are in a wonderful style. Thinking of that kind of thing, I need to mount a concerted effort to go through The Invisibles again, all in order and at once.
Managed to finally break the RP defecit last night with
coaldustcanary. First of a two-part pilot of something I'm going to run between a few people in order to test these ideas of episodic gaming. That, and having the protagonist chasing after the syphilis-crazed bastard lovechild of JFK and Marylin Monroe fits my sense of outright weirdness rather nicely. 