Good episode of Castle this week. Dana Delaney running the show and making Beckett seven shades of jealous. One nice thing about the show is that everyone is a competent detective. Lots of great chemistry, though I still have a hard time distinguishing Beckett’s two assistants from Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
The opening few minutes of the new season of Breaking Bad were seriously weird, though, with all those people crawling around on hands and knees while everyone else essentially ignored them. The show has got to be the master of weird camera angles, offbeat compositions and overall strangeness. I don’t know what the episode’s title what, but I’d call it “Denial isn’t a river in Egypt.” Sometimes I’d love to be able to reach through the screen and give a character a good shake. Instead of parsing semantics and splitting hairs about whether or not he was a drug dealer, technically, Walt could have said, “It was the only way I could see to pay my medical bills without making us all homeless.” At least that would have been an honest opening to a dialog about whether or not he and his wife should be divorced. Re-iterated when he was talking to the guy at the fast food restaurant: I’m not a bad guy. At least his partner in crime had the moxie to admit that he was a bad guy. Speaking of bad guys, those are two seriously bad dudes heading into Texas. They didn’t even flinch when that truck blew up around them. Cold as ice.
I managed to up the ante in my swimming regimen today. The first week I did 3 laps on Tuesday and 5 laps on Thursday. Same thing last week. I was thinking it might be a pattern, but I managed 7 laps today. Remember the episode of The Big Bang Theory where Sheldon learned how to swim by watching a video on the Internet? Well, I did a little bit of internet training myself and discovered some flaws in my style. Correcting them helped greatly, I think. But at least I did my practice in the water, unlike Sheldon.
The more I work on this story that I thought needed only a little tinkering, the more I’m changing it and, I hope, improving it. I’ve knocked about 400 words off it so far, from 5200 down to 4800, but there is one section that seems needlessly complicated, so I’m going to take a crack at simplifying that tomorrow morning and then allow the story to rest while I’m off at World Horror. I’m really looking forward to the convention. I’m making my checklist of things to pack, trying to go as light as possible but taking everything I need for a good four-day trip, too.
