Weird writer thing.
I blew through 50,000 words on the first draft of the manuscript for World War 3.2 yesterday. That always feels like a significant milestone and I was pretty happy to see the numbers tick over.
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More stuff I just learned
This has been a big week for finding out about stuff I didn’t know. First it was the story of how Blade Runner the movie got the name and now this from Michael Ian Black’s Substack.
28 years, four riffs, one good reviewer.
I stopped reading movie reviews before watching the film many years ago. Decades really. It was a film reviewer called Ana Maria Del’Oso (apologies for inevitably getting the spelling wrong, A.M.) wot done it to me. I'd been looking forward to watching Clint Eastwood's return to the Western with Unforgiven and naïvely picked up her review, which might have been in the Fairfax papers, or maybe some posh magazine.
A Murder The Whole Family Can Enjoy
I haven’t really followed the Mushroom Lady murder trial—unless you count skimming the headlines, which were so everywhere-all-the-time that I felt I basically absorbed the whole story by osmosis. Like everyone else, I had an opinion. She done it. She so done it. And when the conviction finally came through, I’ll admit, it was satisfying, especially after what felt like a worrying delay for the jury to deliver the correct verdict.
Unfilmable but rename-able
I was having breakfast with a mate this morning who had just started watching Foundation on Apple TV, and I warned him that the first series was a bit ordinary but that he should stick with it because it got so much better in the later series.
Project Hail Mary
I saw somebody post a warning yesterday about the trailer for Project Hail Mary, warning of a major spoiler. I think I know what it is, because I read the book. And be assured I’m not going to blow it here.
New deadlift PB!
As exciting as a new book release might be, it’s not as exciting as hitting a new 1RM in my deadlift, which I just did.
160kgs.
Now, Imma have a big steak.
Mister Menzies and the computer louts.
I’ve been spending some time in the 1950s. The other 1950s, of course, which I buggered up jamming a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier into a wormhole and back to the Battle of Midway.
Would you like a peek?
(That’s not really a question, I know).
Finally, an excuse to eat pastry...
… or, if I’m being honest, finally an opportunity to eat pastry. Most Tuesday mornings find me in the city because Jane has her PT session at West End super early. I have a walk around the river, and then we meet at Strauss for breakfast, where every Tuesday morning we have the Asian chicken omelette with sourdough and avocado.
