I’m making progress with my new exercise regime. Yesterday I managed five laps of the pool (up from three), and today I knocked a minute off the time for my aerobics training.
I had a brilliant idea about the story I’m trying to get written. As usual, it happened when I was in the shower. Did I mention it was a brilliant idea. The brilliant part is that everything I’d written so far was leading up to this revelation–I just hadn’t realized it. I just hope I can pull it off, because it will now require a delicate touch. It was easier before I knew what I was alluding to.
It’s not every day you get an e-mail from Scott Turow. Yesterday was one of those days. Neat.
The Heroes proved that they’re a bunch of morons on Survivor this week. Here is their choice to evict: A guy with a full splint on his leg or someone who doesn’t. They could easily lose James tomorrow and be down an extra person or lose another challenge because all James can do is set in a chair and yell until he goes hoarse. Duh.
A guest star can elevate a mediocre show. This week it was Lena Olin on Law & Order: SVU. She was so ambiguous that for a long time I entertained the idea that she had committed the murders and waited until after her client died to pin it on him.
Some British Airways employees announced their intention to go on strike this month. Great. Looks like it won’t mess with my departure but phase two might strand me in England. Blech. I hope they get it sorted out between now and then. I hate having to worry about travel plans when I’m trying to enjoy myself.
Here are the details about the When the Night Comes Down launch, stolen shamelessly from Bill Breedlove’s blog: “From 10pm-Midnight, [Bill] will be hosting the launch party in Bar Rogue. Free booze and the opportunity to meet and chat with NIGHT authors Joseph D’Lacey and Bev Vincent and also Free Booze.”
So, daylight savings time. If we’re saving it, where do we put it? Except we’re actually losing it this weekend, not saving it.
