I’m not really trying to lose any weight, but if that dog by the mailbox last night had had his way, I’d be about two pounds lighter in the butt. Our neighbors a few houses up were taking it out for a walk and I was getting our mail and for some reason or other it decided to leap at me and try to take a bite out of my rear end. It closed its jaws, but didn’t cut through my jeans or skin. It happened so fast that I didn’t even have a chance to get an adrenaline rush. It was almost a non-event, but when I considered it later I thought I should have at least moved away from it. But I didn’t. No harm done.
I applied for my first US passport this week. It felt strange to hand over my naturalization certificate so soon after receiving it. Supposedly I’ll get it back before I get my passport.
Still working morning and night on the new book, which is due a month from tomorrow. I have a feeling this is going to be a hectic four weeks. The extra day in February is a blessing! The only other thing I need to do between now and then is a pair of reviews for Dead Reckonings 11. I’ve written one of them and need to finish up the other within the next two weeks.
So, Fringe is on a 4-week hiatus. How convenient. Normally I would be unhappy about this, but that means four more hours to work on the book. Poor old September. Alas, we knew him. So, we now know where the observers are from, sort of. I hope they either renew the show or figure out how to wrap it up to our satisfaction in the eight remaining episodes this season.
House and Alcatraz got bumped this week, too. Two more hours. Every one counts! I watched a few minutes of the big fire during the Daytona 500 race, but that was it.
I thought I was watching wholesale slaughter of the cast of Once Upon a Time for a minute when I tuned in to Castle this week. The clock betrayed the writers: I knew the blackmailer wasn’t the killer because there was too much time left. However, the resolution of the murder was sloppy, I thought. It made sense except for the part where the killer apparently was watching for the cops to arrive (without any reason to believe she was a suspect) and dosed herself with a potentially lethal drug to cover her tracks. Was she just sitting around in her Sleeping Beauty outfit? What if she’d been in the bathroom when the cops pulled up. Didn’t hold water.
I thought for sure the rookie NCIS guy from the evidence locker was going to be somehow connected with the British model. The actor plays a drug dealer on Breaking Bad, so I guess it was guilt by association. Funny how he and McGee got a pass for letting someone in custody slip away from them. I wasn’t paying enough attention to the episode, though, so I missed it if anyone actually was arrested for the remote-control murder or if everyone got a free pass.
Another great tête-à-tête between Raylan and Boyd. One of these should be mandatory in each episode of Justified. I also liked the scene between Raylan and Sammy. “It’s dress the part act the part, not dress the part hide behind your daddy.” Quarles seemed like such an on-top-of-things guy, but everything is unraveling for him, and I bet he’s the kind of guy who blows up big when he blows up. My buddy Bill called what was going on in the bedroom in the mansion: another rent boy. “You can’t paint over blood,” Duffy advises when they’re forced to move out of the mansion post-haste. Another funny exchange:
Female bartender: What can I get ya?
Raylan: Some sleep.
Bartender: Can’t get ya that. You could drink ’til you pass out. Will that work?
