I'm going to keep this blog alive as long as I can, Dammit.

Every Monday for as far back as I can remember, or probably the beginning of this academic year, Jonah, Amanda, a variable amount of other people and I have been watching TV on Monday nights, starting with Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and Heroes. How I Met Your Mother is the primary draw for TV Mondays, with Big Bang Theory as sort of an appetiser and Heroes the guilty pleasure that's starting to show a bit around the thighs. Tonight, I suggested we add ABC's Castle to the lineup, whose title character is played by Nathan Fillion of Firefly fame. My initial opinions were on the negative side, but the jury's still out on this one. I kind of don't like it, but I might enjoy not liking it. I may be spoiled by well written television because I watch so little in general, and I usually only come in to contact with any given program when they've been recommended to me by many sources, one of them an exceedingly snobbish one when it comes to performance art of any kind. However, there's a certain realism that I find lacking in both the premise and execution of Castle. The show is based around murder mystery writer who partners with a detective to get inspiration for his next book. In the process he helps her solve crimes. There is quite a bit of heavy handed csi-type show cliche, along with predictable dramedy conventions. I do appreciate Nathan Fillion's acting ability; he clearly isn't Mal, though he is channeling an amusing playful chauvinism. I'd more readily compare Richard Castle to Captain Hammer, and I would not count on his star power to carry this show. To be fair, however, I've only seen a single episode and it's still in it's first season. The writers are still acclimating themselves to the premise and the interplay of the characters. I'll give it a few more shots before I decide that the hour after Heroes is better spent doing Jr. IS or sleeping.

Oh, and there was a hawk outside McGaw Chapel after work today. It was eating a crow, and was awesome. I'm pretty sure it was a she, on account of the dull colors. I didn't risk getting any closer than 8 feet, but I got some pretty nice shots, and she ignored passersby for the most part.














































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Okay, kind of wishing I could have stayed in the riddles and trivia portion of the dungeon, now

When Spring Break started, I told myself I'd have at least half of my Junior IS done. Now it's looking like it will only be a third, at best. To be fair, I wasn't really able to start anything until yesterday, because I had left my notebook in the electrics office and had to find a way to get it out. My goal for last night was 3 pages, and I got one, plus what I'm pretty sure Shirley wanted me to do with what I already had. I think I've discovered how I do rough drafts. What I think is normal for most people is to write and write and write whatever comes to mind and cut it down in the editing process in what is commonly known as a verbal vomit process. This name always sounded ridiculous to me, since you can't really edit vomit for things that you can still eat. Beside the point, though. What I've discovered that I do is an un-crumpling process. I'll explain: each page or section of my rough draft is essentially a crumpled up piece of paper; you can understand that they are, in fact points, but you might not really get why they are important. My editing process smooths them out, expands and makes them more understandable, and basically lengthens the paper, rather than shortening it with cuts. I think this is an over all more effective writing process for me given the way my mind can make seemingly strange jumps. I have to make those jumps in my writing before I go back and explain them in my writing; to start that way has me thinking way to much to get any writing done.

Also, you guys should post. This has been a bit sad.

I support the Paul Newman Memorial Salad Bar.


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