I got down within striking distance of my target word count for the work in progress. Somewhere just north of 5500 words. I have nearly a hundred words of purple prose marked for possible deletion, too. Literally purple. I colored the text so I could find it again later. Maybe lavender, I don’t know. My color vocabulary is limited.
I’ve been watching the sales ranking for The Stephen King Illustrated Companion drop from over 20,000 this morning to about 759. How low will it go?
I’m about 2/3 of the way through Moonlight Mile. Excellent book, one of the best I’ve read in a while.
I heard today that the comic strip My Cage has been canceled effective the end of October. Not sure of the reason why it was dropped from syndication. I like it. The characters started addressing the King of Syndication in today’s strip.
The coyote’s Q rating seems to be on the rise. Leonard made reference to the character in The Big Bang Theory last night when Sheldon came up with a hair-brained (or hare-brained, depending on your druthers) idea to transfer his consciousness to a robot. That’s two weeks in a row the show has featured fun with robots, by the way. Time to move on, guys. Then a clip of the coyote scheming and plotting is seen on a screen in Walter’s lab on Fringe an hour later. Coincidence?
Another member of the Lost cast makes an appearance this week. Tom (a.k.a. Mr. Happy) was a guest on The Mentalist. The scene where the little old lady tried to con Van Pelt was patently obvious. I knew it was a con. But I wondered how I would have reacted in real life if confronted with a little old lady in distress. Looks like we’re going to find out more about the missing psychic next week, and more Malcolm McDowell.
This week’s Fringe reminded me a bit of The Whisperers by John Connelly, with its magic box. Faux-livia is doing a good job of tricking the others and also acting just enough differently from the real Olivia that we can appreciate the difference. There’s a whole other air about her. Breezier, looser. Dancing with Peter (with a gun on her hip and no one noticed!). Coming on to him in her apartment as blood pooled under the door to the kitchen. I wasn’t sure she was actually going to pull the trigger on the poor guy, and the knock on the door a moment later, as she’s dragging the body (to where?) was pure Hitchcock. Peter: “Did I come at a bad time?”
And yet the show is all Walter. Wouldn’t be a tenth as interesting without him. He’s conducting experiments with cacao to try to make his cow deliver chocolate milk. When Peter says nothing should surprise them any more, Walter says, “Bacon flavored pudding. That would surprise me.” He also gets to deliver some of the longest one-liners in history. First it was: “I frequented massage parlor across the corner. I used to get off right here,” referring to the subway station that was the scene of a crime. And then there’s this mouthful: “Nostradamus is said to have died standing up but I highly doubt that someone who predicted his own death wouldn’t have lay down.”
It’s interesting that Walter is confiding in Astrid rather than in his son. Bell’s final gift to him opens up some interesting possibilities.
