Like a boss

Kingdoms of Dust

Words today: 3,043. That is right. Three thousand motherfucking words. I am mighty.
Words total: 44,492
Reason for stopping: 3k goal met, and I'm tired.
Sustenance: A lot, but that was many hours ago and I'm hungry again. Alas.
Mean things: Nightmares, burns, bruises, wrestling cute boys in the dirt. That's meaner than it sounds, really.
Deaths: None
Darling: They rode slowly to spare the horses; they rode in silence to spare themselves.
Things not yet named: The oasis that became Ta'ashlan, the cathedral of the Unconquered Sun, the city's old quarter.

In addition to my word-might, tonight was also a good climbing night. I felt much stronger than I did last week, and made serious progress on this stemmy bastard of a V2 that goes through a tunnel. I thought I would dislocate my hip stemming, but I finally got the hang of it. Now I just have to get the second half, which involves a sharp corner and apelike upper body strength.

Kino-running: It's all a matter of the sauce.

So, I'm watching Freejack*, and I was immediately struck by something.

The plot** says that Emilio Estevez is carried 15 years forward in time, while his fiancee, Renee Russo, keeps on aging as normal. So what do they do? They cast an older actress. An actress. Older than her romantic counterpart. Not a 22-year-old playing the same character looking exactly the same throughout a decade's worth of story. They even gave her a different haircut.

You hear me, Batman Begins? A different fucking haircut. It's not so hard. Are you listening, Superman Returns? How is a lousy C movie from 1992 kicking your asses in this regard?


* What? Don't judge me!

** I know--I'd forgotten it had a plot, too.