Well, not quite yet, but soon. My new lenses are in and I have an appointment to get them replaced at noon today. I scratched them last week, though I don’t know how, and I’ve been staring through this V-shaped scratch on the right lens ever since. The scratch on the left lens isn’t noticeable to me, thankfully. It’s been like having a big smeary fingerprint on my lens.
The cold front came through–or is in the process of coming through. Usually there’s a big rainstorm accompanying these things, but this one has been fairly stealthy. It’s 20° colder than it was this time yesterday, but sunny and clear. Looks like it could be a very nice weekend.
I accidentally deleted a major page on my website this morning while copying over my new review of Mister Slaughter by Robert McCammon. Fortunately, my web hosting service maintains a short-term backup and, after a few nervous moments, I was able to restore the file and get the site back online.
That was quite a storm on Survivor last night. I wonder if it was the tail end of one of those tropical typhoons. It must be miserable to be so wet all the time and not able to do a damned thing about it. It sure crimped their style in terms of scheming and plotting and backstabbing, too. I think the other tribe made the right decision to send Shambo away from the reward, and the eviction was probably the right person, too. Liz called it — though the evicted player had claimed to be an adventurous eater. She was the only one of 10 not to be able to swallow her swill. I think Jeff was enjoying himself, with his little blender and all that goop.
That was the guy from Without a Trace who played the new cop with Sarah on C.S.I. last night, wasn’t it? A decent episode, though the fate of the cop was pretty cliched. The autopsy at the end was particularly gruesome, as they ripped the eyes out of their sockets from within.
Flash Forward treaded water this week, in my opinion, though the long-awaited appearance of Dominic Monaghan in the final moments may change the game up a little. Fringe was okay. Olivia’s treasure hunt for business cards was puzzling until it all came together. The dream-stealing plot seemed to strike very close to home for Walter and Peter. There’s a lot to that story that hasn’t yet been revealed.
