honestly, i have to do everything
4.1 miles.
4.1 miles in 37 minutes: not stellar. I'd have liked to do about 32 minutes, considering this was my fast run, but my legs have seized up again and I never got my heart rate over 162. I have to put more effort into my speedwork if I ever want to move beyond an average of 10 minute miles.
Out of the blue, a friend of Greg's mentioned to him the Silicon Valley Marathon and its companion, the Half-Marathon. Greg doesn't know what brought that on; he sure wasn't discussing running. Anyhow, he passed that on to me and now Rob and I have a much more convenient race to attend, rather than go up to Lake Tahoe.
Darin still thinks I'm nuts.
Beginning this entry early evidently kick-started my butt into gear and I got started writing much earlier today than I have been. Of course, the first thing I did was toss 10 pages. And I know that the pages I have written today will have to be at the least tweaked. But it's something.
I printed out the latter parts of Act II and headed over to the Barnes & Noble/Starbucks in Encino. I try to maximize my exposure to Evil Overlords. I bought no books but did partake of some decaf. I sat by the window and was talked into submission by two philosophers at the table next to mine.
No, really, two philosophers, arguing about instantiations and existence. One talked a great deal more than the other and in fact hardly let his companion get a word in edgewise.
At about 2 I realized I wasn't having a coherent thought in my head--I fear I may have burned out on this script, because I'm beginning to hate it and can't think of any way to save it--so I did what any Californian would do: bought some sushi at Ralph's, got in my car, and came home to nap.
So, we have to have a talk here, folks. We're going to talk about spoilers. I've gotten lots of submissions for the Spoiler Game and I haven't put a lot of them up. I told myself I had other things to be doing, that I'd get around to it, that I'd catch up tomorrow.
I finally faced the facts this weekend: I haven't been putting them up because they're not spoilers. I've been getting lots of loglines (short summaries of the films), or tidbits about the movie that anyone would know.
Here's the definition: A spoiler ruins the goddamn movie for someone who hasn't seen it.
Here's an example of a non-spoiler for Saving Private Ryan: Matt Damon plays Private Ryan. Not a spoiler. Not close.
Here's an example of a major fucking spoiler for the same movie, hidden courtesy of Rot-13: gbzuna xfqvrf. (If you don't have access to an automatic way of translating this, move each letter ahead 13 letters--warning, I've redistributed the letters (removing key spaces) and taken out capital letters.)
Darin--who doesn't care much for the Spoiler Game to begin with--suggested I make the Spoiler Hall of Shame and post the ones that clearly aren't spoilers, in order to give people an idea of what is a spoiler and what isn't.
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