Feel free to groan. I did.
Hurricanes are amazing phenomena. You know they’re coming, they’re as big as some states, they release the power of 20 nuclear explosions every hour, and yet we still don’t know where this one is going to end up a few days from now. City managers are in a quandary, trying to figure out whether to evacuate or not. By the time you know for certain, it’s almost too late. It’s like a big meteorological lottery. A few degrees of diversion between now and Friday, and we could get either tropical force winds or scattered showers.
I was sad to see Keesha go on Big Brother last night. I think she was one of the most honorable players the show has seen, and she made it to the final four, but no farther. And Dan has managed to snow her into thinking it was all Memphis’s fault. She is going to kick herself up one side of L.A. and down the other when she sees the show after she gets out of sequester. I hope Jerry wins HoH and sends Dan packing. After that, I don’t care who wins.
I think I spotted a blooper on Eureka last night. In the scene where Carter was driving with his sister, just before the fuel plant sprung a leak, I think I saw a vehicle reflected in his rearview mirror, but when the camera pulled back his was the only vehicle on the road. It was a good episode, light fun, and the final confrontation went against convention. Carter: “It’s time to quite stalling. Four people almost died. Tell me what you’re looking for.” Thorne: “No.” Just like that. Full stop. I knew who Captain Eureka was early on, though I would have bet he was the one who went through the walls to rescue Zoe & Co.
I’m not won over by Raising the Bar yet. It’s too bland, too much like every other legal show that’s ever aired. Too earnest. I’ll be curious to hear what people think of Fringe. It has potential, but I remain on the fence.
I finished up my 1000-word review/essay this morning and sent it off to the editor. One more thing scratched off my list of things that must be done in September. After a couple of weeks of non-fiction, I think it’s time to go back to short stories again.
I stared reading Isabel Allende’s Zorro last night for a change of pace. After that, maybe the third Dexter.
