Getting settled back in

The drive back was a crisp 16 hours including one hour sleep break and an hour for breakfast. The important thing for these types of trips is to stop every two hours or so because you don’t want to be seated unmoving for much longer than that. Good way to develop blood clots in your leg that can break loose and, y’know, kill you. Which would be bad.

Been having extended discussions with Axel Alonso over the upcoming events at Marvel, which sound pretty exciting. Also, I’ll begin work shortly on the Wonder Man limited series. But first I have to write the rest of the script for “Fallen Angel #4.” Meanwhile I’m waiting to see what’s going to be happening with “Soulsearchers.”

Expect a fairly major announcement soon about something else.

Rough night of bowling last night. How rough? My first game I, with a 182 average, shot a 127. That’s not the horrific part. The horrific part is that it wasn’t the lowest score of the game. The low score was 125, shot by the opposing team’s anchor (i.e., best player) who carries a 197 average. Tough oil pattern. Kicked my next two games to 154 and finally a 188, but still, crappy night.

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The Day after

So Christmas presents were distributed at Kath’s folk’s house, and lo, there was much happiness. I received an interesting assortment of stuff, including a little wind-up bowling game, a walking and growling King Kong (it took me a while to figure out how to position his arms so that he didn’t fall flat every time he moved) and an assortment of books including–most intriguingly–a book of correspondence between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson. Jefferson’s final letter to Adams, likening themselves to the Argonauts, is both amazing and depressing–amazing because of the poetic way in which he frames their participation in the American revolution, and depressing when one considers how far the holders of the highest office in the land have fallen in their ability to express themselves with anything approaching intelligence, much less poetry.

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Driving at night

Whenever we’re traveling long distances, I always prefer driving at night. Our latest excursion to visit Kath’s parents for Christmas is no exception. Our cat-sitter bidding us good-bye, we took off around 10 PM and I drove all the way through to about 6 AM. It’s great because there’s no traffic except for trucks. At 3 in the morning, you just blow down the highway with your brights on and nothing in your way. No glare from oncoming headlights, and moonlight is a lot easier on the eyes than sunlight. You don’t have to worry about cranky kids because they’re all asleep.

At 6 AM, though, I felt fatigue finally kicking in. So I pulled into the next rest stop, sat back and closed my eyes. The rest of the family didn’t even stir. Police and security patrols were in the area so I didn’t have to worry about miscreants. Slept for an hour, woke up refreshed, and hit the road again for a few more hours until we stopped and had breakfast. Afterwards Kath took over driving for a couple of hours while I got some more sleep in the back, then I took back over and got us the rest of the way. Total travel time, not counting breaks, fourteen hours.

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Cowboy Pete Special “Place Yer Bets” edition: The Carver

It’s been quite some time since a TV villain has had the degree of impact in the real world that Nip/Tuck’s “The Carver” has had. When a real-life whack job is endeavoring to model his crimes on the series’ vicious mutilator, notice must be taken. To that end, I’ll now handicap what I see as the likely candidates to be Nip/Tuck’s resident fruitcake. Keep in mind that since I don’t exactly have a steel-trap memory, there may be someone on the list who has an iron-clad alibi and I simply don’t remember.

Let us also keep in mind that although the Carver raped Christian, well, they’re doing amazing things with plastics nowadays, so…

(Some necessary spoilers to recent episodes contained below)

RIP John Spencer (and what now for “West Wing?”)

What a terrific actor has been taken from us, and what a horrific instance of life imitating art. I’ve been a Spencer fan ever since the double whammy of his brilliant work on “L.A. Law” and his incredibly noirish turn in “Presumed Innocent” that made you wish he’d been around to film black and white gangster films in the 40s and 50s.

When Leo McGarry had a heart attack out of nowhere last season, I was one of the many fans decrying the ER-esque turn of events. Yet now no one can ever watch those episodes in repeats without getting an eerie, chill feeling, watching an actor doing a dramatized version of his own future passing. Sheesh.

Since I don’t want to muddle up comments on the passing of a person with the more fannish concerns about the future of his television series, I’m jumping to the extended entry for comments on “West Wing.”