A plague I call a heartbeat

Inglourious Bastards was entertaining. The casting was fabulous. My god! Germans being played by Germans, instead of Brits in every European role! Til Schweiger was adorable as always, and Christoph Waltz walked off with every scene he was in. Eli Roth was also surprisingly adorable. And the use of "Cat People" was the most hilarious use of music in a film since the Fine Young Cannibals started playing in Doomsday. Reader, I howled.

But, Tarantino couldn't resist the feet, and I'm so sick of feet he gets five demerits for every foot I see. And I'm not sure how I feel about the story. I mean, I love Wolfenstein as much as the next girl. Shooting Nazis doesn't get old. But there's clever and thoughtful alternate history, and then there's...slush.

But a pretty entertaining two and a half hours, all in all. Now I need to see if this headache will go away in time for me to climb or if I'm staying home and staring at my book until one of us flinches.

Whatever words they say

The Bone Palace

Words today: 1200

56680 / 100000 words. 57% done!

Reason for stopping: end of scene, and have to work tomorrow
Quirks: For a badass sorcerer, Isyllt whines like a bitch when she has a cold.

I am deep in the muddle now. I've hit the part where I can't figure how to juggle everything that's going on and plot threads keep falling limp and my metaphors mix. It's an ugly place.

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Hi, new people! I'm afraid there won't be much interesting going on here for a while, until I climb out of the aforementioned muddle of the book.

I blew off climbing tonight due to headache and (annoyingly shortlived) thunderstorm. At least I have words to show for it.