I finished my revisions on the short story I’ve been rewriting for the past couple of weeks. Found a market for it, prepared the submission package and I’ll get it in the mail sometime this weekend. The last time I submitted to this particular market it took six months to hear back, so I don’t see any need to rush to the post office. I’ll have to go early next week anyway, assuming I sell my S/L of Under the Dome, which is up on eBay. The auction ends on Sunday. No bids yet, but lots of watchers, so there might be some last-minute action.
Glad to see Rachel go on Big Brother. She was both a threat and annoying, so the remaining players helped themselves two ways by voting her out. I was afraid the saboteur’s announcement would change things, but it didn’t, fortunately. However, Julie’s comment that this wasn’t the last time Rachel would see the Big Brother house was a little ominous. Good to see Jeff and Jordan during the veto competition. Some players surprised me by the way they stepped up to that challenge. Brandon just sucked and deserved to be benched. I just hope he doesn’t win HoH, though the diamond veto might counter any move he makes anyway.
A bit of a twist on Burn Notice last night, with Michael both having to break into a prison and plan to break out again. I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on with Michael and Simon and Vaughn. Michael reported everything Simon revealed to Vaugh, which doesn’t seem in his best interests.
A friend sent me a copy of the Swedish film version of the second Steig Larsson novel, The Girl Who Played with Fire. The subtitles were a little iffy, but it’s a good adaptation. The writers wisely dispensed with the distracting and ultimately irrelevant beginning section of the novel–all that stuff in the Caribbean, and the overlong description of how Salander decorated her new apartment in Sweden–but after that, the movie is very faithful to the book. A lot of material had to be pared back or simplified, but it all seems to be there, and the visuals are an amazing recreation of the way the story ran in my mind as I read it. Zala wasn’t quite as evil as I imagined, nor as maimed, but the pain-free Neiderman was fantastic. The one thing that I can put my finger on that was lost was the relationship between Sonja Modig and Mikael. I think they barely met in the film.
