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HEART-OF-FIRE
SCENE
ONE: The Port. GALEN's ship pulling out. He is hailed by other ship's captain.
OTHER
CAPTAIN: Ahoy! Good shoals by the North Reef today!
GALEN: We're headed for deep water, and the torben.
OTHER
CAPTAIN: You're mad! They'll tear you to pieces one day.
GALEN: Maybe. The city needs oil and they pay well. More for one torben than a
full hold of shivsprats.
OTHER
CAPTAIN: Gods help you, Captain Galen.
[Galen
laughs.]
SCENE
TWO: The ship, heading out of the bay. Roth at wheel. GALEN taking readings on
astrolabe.
GALEN: Two degrees south, Roth.
ROTH: Aye, Captain. Sure is easier these days with the lighthouse.
GALEN: Yes. (Checks new heading through astrolabe.) Hello. (Through
the astrolabe he has spotted a young girl at one of the lighthouse windows.)
ROTH: What is it?
GALEN: I think it must be the old man's daughter.
ROTH: Really? What's she like?
GALEN: Rather nice, actually. (She goes from the window and disappears. Galen
lowers the astrolabe.)
ROTH: It must be creepy living all alone up there with that old magician.
GALEN: I keep telling you, Roth, there's nothing magical about it. He's just a
clever man who has built the city a very useful building for almost nothing...
ROTH: Aye, nothing except to live in it like it was his own private palace.
Gods know what he gets up to in there.
GALEN: Bah!
ROTH: Did you ever think he can see everything that goes on in the city from up
there? Sometimes at night I get the shivers thinking about it.
GALEN: You Morgs have a superstitious streak, that's all.
ROTH: Think about it, Galen. Who knows what the old devil might be planning
right now?
GALEN: Well, right now the only plans I'm worried about are our plans to catch
torben. So keep your mind off magic and your eyes peeled.
ROTH: Aye-aye, sir.
SCENE
THREE: Inside the lighthouse. It is full of the organized clutter of a natural
philosopher. The girl, MIRA, is turning away from the window and walking to the
table where her father, GROKYN, is sitting, working on something we cannot see.
MIRA: Are you sure that now is the right time to ask the city council, Father?
GROKYN: We must strike while their gratitude is fresh, my daughter.
MIRA: You have only just gained their confidence. I'm afraid that this idea
might be too daring for them.
GROKYN: We stand in the proof of their faith in my ideas.
MIRA: Yes, in this one. A lighthouse to guide the ships, that is very practical
and here-and-now. But this mission...this quest...the council can be very dour
and grim. They have no vision.
GROKYN: (Lifting an orb shimmering with a wondrous glow from the clutter of
his table.) Then I must show them mine.
[SCENE
FOUR: Mainly action. GALEN and ROTH sight a torben, a kind of armored whale,
and begin pursuit.]
SCENE
FIVE: The Worthin city council room. It is a five-tiered, circular room, with
high windows at the top and at the front a two-tiered dias, the highest part of
which is the Judge's Seat; below that are the seats of the Defender and the
Adversary. Facing them is the door of the chamber and two benches for
supplicants.
Scattered in the tiers are a few citizens
of Worthin, a couple of farmers, an old lady knitting, a few idlers, and one
very intense concerned citizen. On the lowest tier are GROKYN and MIRA,
awaiting their hearing.
In the Judge's Seat is ARZENATH, an elderly
Morg lady, common but shrewd. In the Adversary's Bench is WALNIVAR, a quiet,
urbane man; in the Defender's Bench is RUMBOG, a large middle-aged man,
somewhat louder in all respects than WALNIVAR. Before them are two parties,
hearing the judgement on their case.
ARZENATH: ...and shall be paid six weeks wages, as had been agreed. And Korzah, if
I have you before me again for cheating your folk out of their lawful pay,
you'll be fined the equal amount, do you understand?
(KORZAH
grumbles something low and his EMPLOYEE beams his thanks. They turn and go out
the great door. GROKYN and MIRA stand up, preparing for their case.)
ARZENATH: Very well, next on our agenda is (checks scroll before her) Master
Grokyn and his daughter Mira, to propose a new project for the betterment of
Worthin. You will all remember Master Grokyn as the architect of the new
lighthouse, I believe. You may come forward.
GROKYN: Thank you, Your Honor Arzenath. I come before you today to unfold a plan
that...
WALNIVAR: Your Honor, if I may make so bold as to point out that Master Grokyn has
not provided any notes or outlines to either Defender Rumbog or myself, as is
the usual procedure? It will be hard to defend or criticize this plan, whatever
it is, on the spur of the moment.
ARZENATH: Thank you, Walnivar. The point is taken. Grokyn, why is this?
GROKYN: Your Honor, what I have to propose is unusual and, may I say it,
unprecedented. I do not think it will be settled on the spur of the moment, but
only after a great deal of explaining and debate. Its merits and its flaws will
be immediately manifest; I believe, and I hope this court will find, that its
merits outweigh any flaw it might have.
[And there the story stands. It evolved from--or perhaps into--a story called Upriver, notes for which exist, mainly on names. It involves Grokyn's plan to use a new semi-magical engine to power a ship up a great, mysterious river, and open new lands and trade. Galen and Roth, of course, are pilot and crew, with Mira as Galen's love interest. Two passengers, the cute but deadly KORYTH and KAIRIS, are rescued along the way and join the crew. A subplot is Galen's search for the mysterious DELVER, who vanished up the river long ago. His father? A mentor? I've forgotten by this point. Names, places, and persons recycled for this tale--Grokyn, Roth, Worthin, Arzenath, Walnivar.]
ONE LAST FILM CAPER
Background: Ten years ago there was
a moderately popular TV show called The Talisman of the King (TOK). The
premise of the show was a king returning from exile to his kingdom reclaims it
and brings it back to order with the help of a magic talisman and a band of
faithful companions.
KING
MARCUS was wise, just, and when the occasion called for it,
a skilled fighter.
SIR
ALEXANDER, his chief knight, was younger, passionate, and a
fierce fighter, thinking more with his body than his head.
QUEEN
ZENOBIA was beautiful, adventurous, and spirited.
MASTER
NICODEMUS was an enchanter, expert on all magical lore.
YOUNG
SQUIRE KENNETH (who appeared only in the first two
seasons) was an enthusiastic lad who idolized those above him and aspired to
great deeds.
THE TALISMAN OF THE KING was a mystical, sacred pendant that King Marcus wears and by which he pursues his goals. A combination deus ex machina and McGuffin, it is sought and desired by many of his enemies.
The show ran for seven seasons, and now
constantly runs in syndication, often in the wee hours of the morning.
The actors: In the real world, King
Marcus was played by PS [yes, that PS], an expatriate British actor. Not as highly regarded in
the UK as he came to be in the USA. Has a casual contempt for the show. Has
inflated acting ambitions. Has "the golden voice," which can persuade
anyone to do anything.
Sir Alexander was played by JW, an actor
noted more for his physique than his talent. Ten years after the show it is not
as spectacular as it was. (Possible gag: throughout the movie he is sensitive
about it and won't remove his shirt. When he finally does we see it's still
good, but not up to his exacting standards.)
Queen Zenobia was played by LV, originally
as a bit of tail and a hostage, but developing later on into something of a
feminist heroine. She has real acting talent that has seldom been allowed to
stretch.
Master Nicodemus was played by AR. On
screen he has a very magisterial presence. Off screen he is a great poof.
Forced by the studio to keep a low profile while the show ran in deference to
the younger part of the audience and their parents, he has since become an
outspoken advocate for gay rights.
Young Kenneth was played by KB [Yes, that KB]. His main
role was to give the young audience a focus and a pattern for behavior.
Whenever he said "I'll always be loyal to you, my lord," it was hoped
it would be transferred to the show. KB was an innocent in a cage full of
egotistical wolves. He is now more cynical but teeters on the brink of hope and
is almost completely broke.
After the show ended, PS formed a
production company with the remaining actors. They have made three big flops
and are near the end of the money. PS decides the only thing to do is make a
quick cheapie film to exploit the continuing popularity of TOK.
CG is a memorabilia store owner and TOK's
biggest fan. KB has been pawning stuff to him for years. CG now owns the
world's largest collection of TOK costumes and props. An amateur FX specialist,
along with two associates.
The
Story of the Movie:
PS comes to KB to get him aboard for the
film. KB, at the end of his rope, agrees. He enlists CG and his pals to supply
props and effects, but CG has ulterior motives. He wants to get his hands on
the Talisman as the ultimate TOK collectible, which PS has always retained. CG
tries to subvert KB to this end.
KB goes to PS's mansion which will be the
center of operations. There the other actors gather, and PS explains the money
situation and his plan for a quickie movie to remedy it. Other actors still
supercilious to KB.
The Movie Within the Movie's Plot: The
enchanter goes mad, steals the Talisman, and steps through a magic portal. The
king, queen, and champion follow, and they are all transported to our world and
time (a great saving on locations and costuming). While the enchanter tries to
find ways to take over our world, the other three must try to find him and
survive in their new surroundings.
They are helped by the squire. It turns out
he was sent to our world in Episode 32 when it was thought that the Dark Duke
had destroyed him. "It's sort of a fish-out-of-water comedy subplot."
They finally find the enchanter, confront him, and the king uses the talisman
to return him to his right mind. They all return except the squire, who decides
to remain and help our world.
The irony is that KB in now in somewhat the
same position: he understands how ordinary people have to live in the real
world and the actors have forgotten.
The conflict is in KB's feelings about PS.
PS, through his failures, is learning Lear-like lessons of humility and honor.
He and KB grow closer and teach each other. However, KB has also promised CG to
get the Talisman, and he owes CG a lot of money (he made the promise in
exchange for a loan when he was still pissed off at PS).
The end should be a great reconciliation,
perhaps after reading the inscription on the back of the Talisman (revealed to
be "Hope is the Greatest Magic"--written upside down in curvy
letters). Happy ending: the movie makes a small profit and is 99th in a list of
top 100.
NOTES:
Opening
credits could be in collector's shop, showing action figures and comics and
poster featuring each character as they are listed.
The Talisman of the King was originally the work of Guy Smithers, who wrote ten loosely connected stories for the 1930's pulps which were collected into one book and was published posthumously.
A GREEN GLASS BELL
Somewhere, deep in the woods, someone was
playing a willow flute, the low husky notes carrying on the uneasy wind that
trembled the new spring leaves. Young Tront stopped, surprised, on the road
between the fields and the village, and looked vainly into the green dim under
the trees, but could only see black trunks that seemed to float between deep
undergrowth and thick canopy. He stood listening a moment as the wind shifted
and the music faded farther and farther away and ended at the farthest limit of
hearing with the shivering tinkle of a green glass bell.
Tront leaned on his hoe and ran a hand
through his thick blonde hair. He felt a chilling sweat on his forehead. I must
be getting fanciful, he thought. A glass bell, certainly, but why a green
glass bell? A green glass bell in a green wood. An empty wood, folks said, but
apparently not. Tront shook his head to clear it of cobwebs. Some truant child,
hiding, he decided, shouldering the hoe again. It was a moment before his
distracted mind recollected which way he was going--home, for the evening
meal--and with a backward glance or two he bent his reluctant steps toward the
village again.
THE
FOOL OF DOOM
1.
Opening scenes establishing Fabulous World
2.
Introduction of Samuel Balch [Jon Lovitz].
A. In magic Classroom.
B. With Wizardly Professor, who seems to belittle
him.
3.
Scene with Major Irony [Jeremy Irons].
A. Who seems to be friendly.
B. Says Balch from another world.
4.
Scene where Irony sends Balch to Ordinary World.
5.
Balch lands.
A. At a bus stop.
B. Wanders around.
6.
Balch finds Alison [a real Fantasy fan].
A. She takes him home.
B. They become friends.
C. He gains confidence.
7.
They decide to return to Fabulous World.
A. Balch fashions the spell.
8.
They find the Fabulous World in flames and under attack.
9.
Balch finds the Professor, who tells him:
A. That Irony is trying to take over.
B. That Irony got rid of Balch because he
was the only one who could stop him.
10.
Balch, Alison, and the Professor go to confront Irony
11.
Balch somehow manages to defeat Irony (using some ordinary thing and by his very clumsiness - Irony can't plan for his chaos).
12.
Happy Ever After.
[I remember writing more notes on this, probably lost in computer crash. Starring Jon Lovitz: "Fatter than Harry Potter! Balder than Gandalf!" "Master Irony!" "WHAT?!?!" "...hellooo..." and Jeremy Irons. Jeremy Irons: (in ordinary suit) "Where's my money?"]
Yesterday my brother John
and I went to the Seguin Public Library bookstore, where we hadn’t been for
months. I was able to find a couple of great books for $5.
The Great Divorce: A Dream,
by C. S. Lewis (1946, this Edition 2009 by HarperOne)
“[William] Blake wrote the
Marriage of Heaven and Hell. If I have written of their Divorce, this is not
because I think myself a fit antagonist for so great a genius, nor even because
I feel at all sure that I know what he meant. But in some sense or other the
attempt to make that marriage is perennial. The attempt is based on the belief
that reality never presents us with an absolutely unavoidable
"either-or"; that, granted skill and patience and (above all) time
enough, some way of embracing both alternatives can always be found; that mere
development or adjustment or refinement will somehow turn evil into good
without our being called on for a final and total rejection of anything we
should like to retain. This belief I take to be a disastrous error.” – from the
Preface.
I have long had a paperback
of this book, and was glad to get a newer softcover edition, with French
cover-flaps, no less, easier on both hand and eye. I always have a twinge of
guilt getting something like this, however: what if someone in the same
position as I was forty years ago would have liked to find this book and I (who
have no real crying need of it) have just snatched it away? On the other hand,
I might just be another step on the way to its real destination. A secondhand
book, inscribed to “my favorite boss/pastor” by a squiggly name that I can’t
quite make out.
Grendel, by John Gardner (First Edition, Alfred A. Knopf 1971)
I have long had both a
paperback and a softcover edition of Grendel and have wanted a proper
hardback copy. Well now I have one, in an almost pristine condition, for $3.
It is odd to think it was a
mere ten years between publication of Grendel and Gardner’s death, and
even stranger to me to realize I was only aware of him for maybe four years
before he was gone. His work seemed so timeless. It’s also odd that I’ve only
just watched Grendel, Grendel, Grendel, the 1981 animated adaptation,
and that I’ve just found out that the Jim Henson Company has a live-action
adaptation in the works, starring Jeff Bridges as Grendel and Dave Bautista as
Beowulf. Even the recently acquired The Truth About Dragons (published
1970, just one year before Grendel) opens with a retelling of Beowulf
from the dragon’s point of view. All-in-all, finding this copy seems strangely
fated.
Groovie Goolies
premiered in 1970, made by Filmation. The premise was that a batch of ‘hip’ monsters
lived together in an eccentric castle/boarding house, where they had daily
adventures, told jokes, and sang songs. They were all ‘cousins’, and Sabrina
the Teen-Aged Witch was their cousin too, and would sometimes drop by, and they would appear on her show as well. In fact, the two shows were originally packaged
together.
Besides all their tag lines
(‘This place is driving me batty!’ ‘I needed that!’) what I remember most are
the songs. Sung by a number of imaginary ‘groups’ like The Mummies and the
Puppies and The Rolling Headstones (as well as the trio of Drac, Frankie, and
Wolfie) in-world, they were actually sung by a studio band, rather like The Archies. They
combine toe-tapping good fun with a vibe that I experienced
sometimes as downright scary (such as the songs ‘What’s in the Bag’ and ‘Midnight’). A selection of these were released as an LP at
the time, and, years later, as a CD.
Many can be found on YouTube
these days. Here is a small selection.
Groovie Goolies Frightening
Frankie Dangerous Drac And Weirdo Wolfie (Music Video) - YouTube
Groovie Goolies What's In
The Bag (Music Video) - YouTube
Groovie Goolies - Cling
Clang - YouTube
Groovie Goolies Chicka Boom
(Music Video) - YouTube
Groovie Goolies Midnight
Music (Video) - YouTube
Groovie Goolies - Noises -
YouTube
Groovie Goolies - Population
Party (1970) in Stereo w/ Animation - YouTube
Groovie Goolies - Super
Ghoul (1970) - YouTube
Cling Clang
always reminds me of The Marvelous Toy, by Tom Paxton (also attributed to
John Denver and Peter, Paul, and Mary, who certainly did covers of it; I’ve
also seen it described as an Irish folk song!)
Sir Gawain and the Green
Knight/Pearl/Sir Orfeo
Translations by J. R. R.
Tolkien (Mariner Books, 2021)
One might wonder why I wanted another copy of this book since I had two editions already. The two editions I have:
Well, I’ve had them since at
least middle school already. I wanted to get a new edition that was in
conformity with what I call the Medieval Classics Edition. But most of all I
found that it contained an extra bonus, Tolkien’s W. P. Ker Memorial Lecture
on Sir Gawain. This certainly
justified a new copy, although upon further investigation I do have a copy of that under another title in Beowulf: The Monster and the Critics (and Other Essays). But it is tidy to have the Gawain materials together in one place.
Unfortunately, this copy of the book has a few
strikes against it, which is almost certainly my fault for not paying close
enough attention. It is a softcover; I was expecting a hardback. I knew it was
a used book, but I did not expect the barcodes and identification marks all
over it (ex-Denver Public Library). On the other hand, it was inexpensive and
is perfectly readable. And that is important.
And so, into the Archive it goes. Just for interest’s sake, here are a few other editions that span the changing trends of Tolkien publishing since I got my Pauline Baynes’s cover way back in the days of innocency.
5/6/2019: Got up at 6 AM. From
7 AM to 8 AM transcribed TMOOI [Talk Me Out of It] and checked blogs. At 9 AM
started GGACP [Gilbert Gottfried’s Amazing Colossal Podcast] and the laundry. Started
writing and got to the end of the morning consultation about [Roth’s]
prospective wives at 10 AM. At about 10:30 AM went out to check wash and found
the machine stalled and had to re-start it. I suppose I will have to go back to
separating the towels.
So altogether I didn’t
finish doing the wash until 4 PM. I was apparently done with my daily writing
despite all my good intentions, so I sent what I had off to John about 2 PM.
Anyway, when I went in at 4 PM Vader had somehow squeezed out of his pen and
made three huge poops in the living room and torn a few little things up, but
miraculously not a whole lot. I penned him up and let the chihuahuas out, and
then Susan got home, and she cleaned up the poops.. At about 9 PM Kam called
and I made him supper.
5/7/2019: One thing that has
struck me lately is how much of the year has already been done; it’s 1/3 over. Got
up about 7 AM after a lot of dreams that, of course, have faded. What I have
noticed is that my dreams are not so fearful anymore. In the mid-morning a
short sharp shower of rain. Haven’t settled down to write but did do page of
TMOOI.
At 2 PM swept the kitchen
porch and fed cats. Let the dogs out and started supper at 4 PM (Mike Stewart
called and said he wasn’t able to go tonight; helping his daughter move. Left
for Mystagogy at 6:30 PM. Discussed more about keeping our faith up. Had cake
for Leroy and Joanna and wedding photos, but they didn’t turn up. Pat gave me a
ride home. Kind of puttered around and went to bed about 11:30 PM, I guess.
5/8/2019: Got up a little
before 7 AM, from dreams (positive dreams, I feel, but I don’t remember much
about them; sort of a common thing these past weeks). Internet slow this
morning. Wrote about a page of TMOOI, then PWOGR [Peculiar Wooing of General
Roth]. About 2 PM John called and said he’s swinging by just before he goes to
work and wait for him on the porch. About 2:30 PM Susan calls and asks me to
check the mail, so it doesn’t get wet. I go out and the dark day starts to
actually rain as I’m half-way there. Get the mail (2 flyers!) then go to the
porch and find 3 packages, which I take in under the umbrella. Mind bebothered
with writing and how to go forward.
John came by at 3:30 PM and
gave me the last volume of The Complete Peanuts as a Baptism and
Confirmation present! Also, a disc of Monty Python songs. We gabbed a bit and
then he was on his way. About 4 PM I went in, grassed the dogs, and started
supper. Susan and Kam came home, and I told her that her load in the washer was
still going, unbalanced. Came back out to the guest house and ate, then read
the Peanuts book. Went in at 8:30 PM to wash up. This evening I watched (on and
off) the old Carol Burnett shows that are now running, read Goethe, and watched
a few episodes of Babylon 5. Went to bed after midnight. My e-mail to John: Well,
as you may expect, I rather greedily devoured the new book (admittedly skipping
over a few bits I was pretty familiar with already) and am pleased to the tips
of my completist fingertips. And I've shuffled shelf space so it's in the
proper niche.
When I went to try to listen
to the CD, I found the port on my computer wouldn't open. Sigh. I hope I didn't
leave something in there. Did I tell you the last electrical storm left the DVD
player apparently fried? So it goes. But today, I am full of hope.
I've been catching an
episode of Babylon 5 now and then and finding it not so unbearable as I
used to; maybe compared to what sci-fi offers these days I've lowered my
standards, or maybe I was just suffering from Star-Trek competitiveness at the
time.
5/9/2019: Spent most of the
morning watching YouTube and playing WWF. Transcribed 2 pages of TMOOI and
wrote two paragraphs of TPWOGR. Finished Chapter 16 of TMOOI, and that’s about
it.
5/10/19: Woke up at 7:30 AM
to a cold (high 50’s and low 60’s), windy, cloudy day. The weather must have
been just right for the story because I started writing about 8 AM and stopped
at 3 PM (with gaps of course) and did about five new pages on PWOGR, which was
great compared to the constipated single paragraphs I’ve been averaging all
week. Don’t think I’m done writing for the day, either.
Wrote a little bit more. Went
to bed about 10 PM.
5/11/2019: Woke up at 12:30
AM with a pain in my chest and right little toe and my right leg feeling numb -
well, number than it usually is. Is this it? Turned on my computer, caught up
my diary, said a rosary, and decided to work on TPWOGR. Paused at a little
after 3 AM (after Koppa leaves the party) and e-mailed it to John, who had sent
me this at about 1 AM, just when I had been starting to write:
“Good stuff, good stuff!
Sorry for the late response - didn't get to take more than a couple of minutes
for my break last night, and then Amy and I were off first thing this morning
on a little getaway to South Padre Island. Looks like you are almost there, eh?”
It’s now 3:30 AM; I think
I’ll try laying down for a while again. Leg still numbish.
Woke up at 4:30. 5:30, and
6:30, then decided I was up. Watched the MGM cartoon of “The Fieldmouse” at 7
AM; remembering my old feelings of fear and empathy at the dangers of a little
kid and his disabled grampa going through a thresher. Saw a few Duck Tales
I hadn’t seen were on and caught them after the cartoon and took a shower in
between. Now it’s almost 8 AM, and I’m going to write on TPWOGR again (maybe
finish today!).
Started writing, paused at
11 AM (at Korm about to do the Hannu reveal).
Got back onto writing. At
12:10 PM Andy comes out with a chicken BBQ plate for me (leg and thigh, 2
slices of bread, a plop each of potato salad, rice, and beans, with a jalapeno
and some shreds of onion; yummy!). On to the Death Star! Roth’s call has come!
Kam came out at 1 PM and
sucked the life out of my writing until 2 PM. That was okay, as I needed a
break, and started up again all right after he left. Finished the first draft
of TPWOGR at 4:50 PM; it clocked out at 73 pages, about 20 or so that I did today.
And I’m exhausted, but happy. Cool again all day, and I think that helped get
me through the ‘Autumn Festival’. Sent it off to John right away.
5/12/2019: My vein twinges
seem as bad as ever: to stretch, or to relax them?
Came home a little after 9
AM (just a few drops of rain on the way) and settled in. Connection still wonky
but managed to watch Sunday Special and post on FB about Mom and do some WWF. What
I should be doing is rewrites on TPWOGR but I can’t stand to look at it yet.
. Later watched Sunday
animations season finales (dull). Keep reading Goethe (also on a dull patch –
or am I being dull?). Got some free Kindle books (including 50+ GKC) that
haven’t downloaded yet. Just able to get my WWF badge this week. Bored, and wondering
what John thought of the story, but probably won’t hear from him till Monday
night. Feeling gloomy, for no real reason, as I’ve had food and have stuff to
do, except nothing appeals to me. Connectivity very spotty today, and right
side a little worrying with pains and pins, so that tries my patience.
Well, they downloaded, and
it turns out the 50+ works they promised included each individual Father Brown
story, so it didn’t really add anything new, except for maybe a complete “The
Ball and the Cross”. Went to bed a little before midnight.
5/13/2019: Woke up a little before 4 AM and tried to
look at e-mail and Facebook through very slow internet, and finally gave up in
disgust. Turned on the TV and saw the very end of My Life as A Dog,
which hadn’t even been listed correctly on the schedule.
So, at 9 AM started. Watched
a little BL [Boston Legal]. Then started watching political YouTubes. Wrote a
little bit on JABS [Junior Agent, Bureau of Shadows] . About 12:30 PM went in
and made broccoli salad. John called about 2 PM and we talked till 2:30 PM,
mostly about TPWOGR and their vacation at the beach over the weekend.
Did rewrites to Roth, then
sent to Yen and John. Laid down after 10 PM to go to sleep; put YouTube
playlist on.
