So true

From Maxim magazine's "summer movie edition":

"Prozac Nation: It features Christina Ricci in her first nude scene! The rest of the film could be a test pattern for all we care."

A more comprehensive weekend report...

After work Friday I made my way over to my favorite coffee shop to sit for a few minutes and relax before proceeding on the rest of my weekend. I managed to hammer out a thousand words or so on the laptop despite the battery's twonky misbehavior. There's a bug in the battery subBIOS that seems to misinterpret the "full" status, causing it to stop charging at 75%. Even worse, I lost some time dealing with the fact that as the battery drops below 15%, every loss of a percentage point is an alarm event, and I had the alarm event hooked up to Hal telling me, "Dave... my mind is going. I can feel it." Once was enough, but once every two minutes was more than I was willing to tolerate.

I'm a little frustrated by what I wrote. It's good; it had been living at the back of my head for weeks and I finally managed to sit down long enough to get it out. Over the day, I put down three thousand words all told, about a thousand of it expository backstory, the kind of "in our last episode..." stuff that's needed in a long serial where some readers may be a little lost as to what's happening, or a refresher since the last book came out months or even years ago. Which is exactly the problem. I've written the opening chapter of book three of a trilogy. Now I need to go back, finish the first book, and write the second. Unfortunately, the second is a war... and I'm no good at writing wars.

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