Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a bit of a math geek. I like numbers. I probably have a touch of OCD that encourages me to count things or keep track of statistics — my car’s gas mileage, for example, or the distance I go on the elliptical trainer, and how long it takes me to get there.
As of yesterday, I am, once again, a perfect square. It’s been 13 years since I was last able to say that, and it will be fifteen more before I can again. I went from an age with a whole bunch of factors down to an age with only a few.
I planned to tackle novel revisions yesterday, but I didn’t quite manage to get around to it. And this morning I got a batch of short stories back into submission. Tomorrow? Maybe. This weekend at the very latest.
We’ve entered the TV doldrums. There’s only a few shows on that I watch, and many of them are coming to an end. A handful of new episodes of Doctor Who. A couple more of Breaking Bad. Some unknown number of Law & Order: Criminal Intent. And just one more of Justified. Next week’s finale looks like a doozy. At least we know now why Boyd was stockpiling heavy ammo, and it seems like his prison conversion is real. His stint as an impromptu speaker at church (the Crowder gospel) was aimed directly at his father, as was that rocket launcher, in a sense, since it’s going to put Bo in a severe bind with his financial backers. Bo had another gun pointed more directly at him–the one Eva got from Raylan’s mother. The scene with Raylan’s father and the guy with the hand grenade was fascinating, and it had a payoff in that it motivated his agreeing to wear a wire, only to have him turn around and play some sort of long con.
Starting up this week: Burn Notice. And for the rest of the summer, what do we have? The Closer and Eureka in early July. Mad Men in late July. I’m not sure there’s much else.
