I turned in a 600-word report on The Mist to Rue Morgue magazine this morning. This is the first time I’ve written a pyramid-style article in a long, long time, so I’m waiting to hear back to see if I came close to what they’re looking for or whether I was off in right field (which is where I normally play in our NECON softball games). 600 words sounded like a lot when I started, but in the end I had to sacrifice some nice details to meet the target. I’m hoping that this article will parlay into future work with the magazine. We’ll see.
I also wrote the first draft of a letter in support of an award nomination relating to my day job. Worked out pretty well, I think, and it wrapped up at exactly the place where one extra line would have pushed it into a two-page document.
I finally got around to watching Amazing Race, which I taped on the weekend. For a while it looked like one team was going to get a full day ahead of everyone else, but they always manage to rein in the pack and keep it from becoming a blow-out. Is it just me, or do Charla and Mirna talk in a hokey Spanish accent when speaking to anyone foreign? It seems to me that they speak perfect English to each other and then go into this labored accent when communicating with the locals, as if that makes them easier to understand.
House was back last night. The catheter stuff was ribald. He has this reputation as a brilliant, deductive diagnostician, but he really has the luxury to try out all his wacky ideas until something sticks. It’s lukemia. No, wait, let’s amputate a limb. Not that? Let’s fill him full of steroids! Radiation. Full spectrum antibiotics. Aroma therapy! Small wonder all of his patients don’t end up cured and dead. Still, I keep coming back to the show.
