I came home last night after having a drink and seeing a movie with a friend of mine, and for whatever reason, sat down to write. I ended up pounding out eight pages of what could be a television pilot before falling into bed at three in the morning. So today, I was a bit out of it, but managed to study a little for the Apple Certification exams while preparing to switch my web host, an ordeal in and of itself, and one I probably wouldn't be going through if my current host hadn't been bought up by Interland, a company that's caused me far too much misery for me to even consider helping them prosper. And my new web host has the Image::Magick PERL module already installed, which'll let me redesign my site to show off my photos a bit.
Anyway.
Walking through the park this afternoon, I watched a kid playing baseball with his friends scale a thirty-foot fence in under ten seconds, then climb down the other side to grab the ball after it was slugged into home-run territory.
"Lookit that," one kid called. "He's like Spider-Man."
"Go, Spider-Man. Go Spider-Man," they chanted.
Spider-Man grabbed the bar, chucked it over the fence, then made it back over even faster than the first time, without breaking a sweat. Oh, to be young.
On television, I'm watching Clint Eastwood wave around a .357 Magnum and scowl and slap women while trying to act like this is somehow different from a Dirty Harry movie. And any second now, I'm gonna turn it off and go back to re-reading Glenn Dakin's splendid Abe: Wrong For All the Right Reasons.
Or maybe I'll just get some sleep.
