I lost the atomic bomb

Jericho is da bomb. It has really picked up during this mini-season. There were times during Season 1 that I almost gave up on it, but I haven’t been tempted to surrender this year at all. And there’s only one more show to go. Bummer. I think Beck is one of the best-drawn anticaricatures in a long time. His character could easily have been the “just following orders” military dick, but instead they gave him a conscience and the ability to think for himself.

I’m not sure I’ve ever heard this line of dialog uttered before: Jake, I lost the atomic bomb.

I’ve suggested in the past that Sharon is one of the strongest and savviest players on Big Brother this season, and I’ll say it again. She knows when someone’s yanking her chain and she sees through things that befuddle others. Telling James about the identity of the third person who didn’t vote to bring him back completely changed what James was about to do. Poor Adam—he gets so worked up when he’s trying to defend himself. So much so that James thought he was lying.

Survivor fans—don’t forget the show is on tonight this week and not Thursday as usual.

Read a few more stories from Blue Religion. T. Jefferson Parker’s story “Skinhead Central” about a retired cop who moves in next to a dysfunctional family is very good. I also really enjoyed “A Certain Recollection” by John Buentello, the story about the cop, retired due to Alzheimer’s, who shows up at the scene of a murder thinking he’s still on the job.

Finished a story. Proofed it. Submitted it. Had it rejected. No messy waiting around. Such is life. However, I was asked to submit something already written to a fund-raising project. It hasn’t been announced yet, so I won’t offer more details at the moment, but I can’t wait to see how this turns out.

Got my car back today. It looks as good as new. Still tangled up in some of the insurance folderol and I can’t wait for that to be finalized, but at least I’ve got my wheels. I dislike doing business on the telephone, and I’ve had to do a lot of that lately. Also had a guy with no teeth stop his dilapidated truck in front of our house and pronounce that one of our trees was dying from the top and he’d be only too happy to “top it” for us. I couldn’t deal with it at the moment, so I asked for his card, and was rewarded with a small hand-written fragment from an index card with his name and address. Oh, yeah, I’m going to trust him to lop off a tree that stands only six feet from the front of our house. Sure.