10:45PM Central Afghan Time
Well, I didn’t make it to the combatives class; some heavy brass were coming to visit yesterday, so the whole compound was turned out for preparatory cleanup, right in the middle of the time posted, and it wasn’t rescheduled afterward. Darn. Maybe later. Because of the time spent on that silliness, I fell short of my normal list of self-appointed duties. I compensated by doubling it today: two hours (instead of one) refreshing and extending my knowledge of Persian Farsi, and then a minimum of 2,000 words written on “Glass Ceiling”. The story is taking me by surprise; I know the basic shape, but not at all how it’s going to arrive at its eventual destination, yet it keeps turning itself out for me. At an average of 1,000 words a day (every time I type that, my fingers try to make it 1,000 pages), I’ll probably arrive there sooner rather than later. I tell you, it’s hard to be humble when you’re the glory that is me.
ludditerobot has offered to give me a few tips on using icons. chrisjournal is continuing correspondence, on LJ and off. I just came on board because several people I admired — liz_marcs was the spearhead — were so active, but I’m really finding myself enjoying it.
I’ve been watching Kolchak: the Night Stalker (the 1974-75 original) on DVD, trying to limit myself to one episode a day so I won’t fall behind on other endeavors. I’m close to the end, I think only five eps to go. Two things I must say. First: for something I enjoyed so much at the time, I was aware even then that the stories were pretty cheesy (and the special effects appallingly bad), but the character of Carl Kolchak as rendered by Darren McGavin remains as striking and enjoyable as ever. Second: you have to know there was an open Hellmouth in Chicago at the time, and (considering how many times Kolchak was frozen out of a story by the connivance of the authorities) one must suspect that the Demon Research Initiative might have been active in the vicinity as well.
Okay, bedtime. Even the mighty must slumber.