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I didn’t want to see Die Hard when it first came out.

Mostly it had to do with a strong distaste I had for Bruce Willis, whom at the time I only knew of via Moonlighting, which was a show that I just could not stand. Even with one episode ending with a fantastic pie fight, I just never warmed to that show, and I saw Willis as a crappy actor whose only facial expression was a goofy smirk. So I didn’t see Die Hard for a year or two, not until home video, when my sister rented it and forced me to watch it. Yeah. Damn her!

Initially I wasn’t thrilled. I mean, our very first glimpse of Bruce Willis in the movie has him on that jet liner, smirking away the same smirk that bugged the hell out of me on Moonlighting. But the movie soon won me over. Took about, oh, ten minutes.

The first Die Hard is one of the best-made films I can think of. It is just competent, from beginning to end. We get the blanks filled in very quickly: why John McClane is estranged from his wife, and we realize that it’s not really for the best of reasons, which he himself seems almost willing to admit to himself – note the way he scolds himself after he and Holly have yet another iteration of the same old argument. And there’s a skyscraper that is nearly deserted and is still under construction. All that’s important.

Anyway, the plot was startlingly original at the time, wasn’t it? I don’t think it would even get green-lit today, but back then – terrorists take control of a skyscraper, with an off-duty cop on the loose in the building? Wow, what a plot. Such a simple little hook, but the film is a lot more complex than that. We don’t get standard-issue terrorists; we get a guy named Hans who has a very definite plot in mind, and it’s a lot more devious than just taking hostages and demanding that prisoners in Israel get released.

Hans is, of course, played by Alan Rickman, in one of the great performances of villainy of all time. Hans Gruber is fiercely observant, ruthless, calm under pressure, and deeply intelligent. Very little phases him, and he thinks very quickly as he works to fit every single mishap into the plan. He also has a sense of humor – a violent and twisted sense of humor, but a sense of humor nonetheless – and he is willing to show his frustration at times with the knowledge that his minions just aren’t as smart as he is.

What also stands out for me is that Hans Gruber isn’t a killing machine. Lots of action movies in the post-Die Hard era really seem to want to establish their villain’s evil by having him do quite a bit of gratuitous killing, but sometimes all that killing can really make a movie a downer. A good example is the Gary Oldman character in Air Force One – he’s already taken the airplane and killed someone just to show he’s serious, but there’s a truly awful scene in which he counts to ten before killing a woman. This made it hard to cheer Oldman’s later demise – it was just a feeling of, “Oh, finally.” Hans Gruber, however, personally kills only two people: Mr Takagi, the obligatory “kill to show he’s serious”, and then Ellis, who puts himself in harm’s way, anyhow.

What makes Die Hard really work is that hero and villain really are just about as smart as the other. Hans, of course, must underestimate John McClane, but it’s such a tiny underestimation, based more on his own stereotypical hangups on Americans than anything he knows about McClane. Die Hard is a good action film because its action sequences are thrillingly staged and magnificently filmed, but it’s a great movie because of the handle it has on its characters.

And then, a few years later, the sequel arrived. This one I did see in the theater, and I was thrilled to do so. I’d seen a teaser trailer months earlier, that had John McClane running through another industrial-looking subbasement or some such thing, with plumbing and electrical piping and conduit everywhere, at which point he says, “How can the same stuff happen to the same guy twice?!” That trailer indicated that this time, the setting is an airport. Bring on Die Hard 2: Die Harder. (Even though “Die Harder” never appears onscreen.)

Die Hard 2 isn’t as good as the first film, but it’s still plenty good. What’s nice is that it doesn’t try to tell the same type of story as the first film, so there’s no “lock McClane in a tight spot with a different bunch of terrorists” thing. This time, our terrorists take control of Dulles Airport in Washington, DC in order to rescue a Central American military leader who is being flown to Washington to stand trial for drug charges, or something like that. Unfortunately, the movie damages itself by inventing a fictitious country for our General to hail from, but that’s not that big a deal.

McClane is at the airport on a snowy day to pick up Holly, who is flying in on another flight, when the terrorists strike, shutting everything down and keeping planes in the air, circling as weather worsens. It’s a nice new way of creating tension, also factoring in that the planes will be running out of fuel.

Die Hard 2 takes longer to get started, really – there’s a lot, toward the beginning, that has McClane doing his own investigative stuff after he notices a couple of guys handing each other packages under a table. It’s a while before the action really kicks in, this time really putting the airport setting through the paces. Our villain this time is a guy named Colonel Stuart, played by William Sadler (better known as Heywood from The Shawshank Redemption). He’s suitably cold and ruthless and also intelligent, but he’s not nearly as charismatic as Hans Gruber.

If Die Hard didn’t give us gratuitous killing by Hans, this film more than makes up for it. There’s a scene where, to make his intentions plain, he deliberately causes a 747 with 200+ people aboard to crash. And the movie underscores the point by showing us, just before the crash, the flight attendants comforting the passengers minutes before their fiery deaths. The scene is really numbing, it’s so awful. (It’s also implausible, as there is no way a plane with no fuel left explodes into that large a fireball.) And it’s almost not worth mentioning that, through no fault of the film’s, the realities of America after 9-11-01 do cast a pall over it.

There are quite a few twists and turns, mainly involving who’s a villain and who’s not, and some filler involving Holly being on the same plane as the nitwit reporter from the first movie. There are also more stupid cops, with Dennis Franz now playing a well-meaning but inept Italian-American version of the first movie’s Deputy Chief Dwayne T. Robinson. Die Hard 2 doesn’t work quite as well as the first film, but it’s still an above-average action flick.

And then there’s Die Hard With a Vengeance, the third one. This one is really a mixed bag.

There’s a lot that I like about it. In fact, there’s a lot that I like a lot about it. Our villain this time is played by Jeremy Irons, and he turns out to be Hans Gruber’s brother. He’s got his very own scheme, but part of it involves torturing John McClane by making him do weird things and solve puzzles that any kid who ever owned a book of brainteasers will remember. If McClane fails to do what he’s told, though, Simon – the Irons character – will detonate a very big explosive somewhere. This all culminates with a threat against one of New York City’s public schools, while Simon and his small army of cohorts stage an extremely impressive bank robbery.

Plot-wise, Die Hard WAV is really very well constructed (for the most part). Everything happens for a reason, and nothing is wasted in terms of the machinations of the story. Some of the puzzles and tasks set for McClane are truly diabolical, including one that seems virtually impossible – until McClane realizes that it was virtually impossible, and that therefore it was set up to be virtually impossible.

McClane is also given a sidekick this time: a Harlem shop owner named Zeus, played by Samuel L. Jackson, who ends up involved when he gets in the middle of Simon’s first assigned task for McClane (to walk ten blocks in Harlem wearing a giant sign that declares a personal distaste for black people). I love the interplay between these two guys, even if it’s nothing we haven’t seen before a lot of times – two guys who hate each other have to work together or a criminal does something very bad. Zeus is also really smart, but he has zero experience, so it’s fun watching McClane try to keep him from screwing everything up or getting killed, even as he has to admit how much he needs the guy around.

One other thing I really loved about Die Hard WAV is that it dispenses with the stupid other cops of the first two movies. This time, McClane’s fellow cops are also smart, competent, and toward the end, heroic. This movie really does away with the idiots, and it’s a very wise decision.

What’s not so wise, however, is what’s done to John McClane himself. This is what really bugs me about this film. In the first two, McClane was a family man who had some struggles but who put things back together; but by this time around, while he’s still intelligent and skilled and quick with the funny wisecracks, he’s also estranged again and something of a drunk. He’s back with the NYPD, although he’s on suspension, so we get the obligatory bit where his Captain slaps his badge on the desk and McClane says, “Am I a cop again now?” I hated that aspect of things. If they wanted to set the movie in New York, I can think up a dozen ways to get McClane there off the top of my head without making him a jerk who has ditched his family. It ends up feeling like some kind of alternate universe John McClane, instead of the real thing.

The movie’s climax is also something of a disappointment, when it arrives. Die Hard WAV is a very exciting film that peters out before the end, unfortunately enough; it almost feels as though the writers couldn’t figure out how to end the movie, so they just tacked on an ending and called it good. But still, on balance, I do like the film quite a bit.

I never saw that fourth one, so there is where my opinionation on the Die Hard flicks must stand….

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Sentential Links #261

Linkage time!

:: I don’t know what’s going on with the whole multicolored Lanterns thing, except that it keeps reminding me of the Care Bears crossed with Skittles. (Great line. I read some Green Lantern comics in advance of the movie coming out this past summer, and one of them — Blackest Night — just had all these Lanterns running around in every possible color, doing battle against seemingly the entire DC universe-turned-zombie. I found the whole thing very odd.)

:: Thank you overalls, thank you very much. I didn’t realize you were a lesbian uniform, or go to closet staple for women who like other women. You’d think I would’ve tossed them or at least tried to trade them back in for something at Buffalo Exchange. But no, I didn’t. (New blog I randomly found. I don’t get the whole “overalls equals lesbian” thing, but what do I know?)

:: The nice thing about showing up at the office three quarters of an hour before anyone else is that if you come in looking like death itself, there’s no-one there to see it and you can clean yourself up a bit.

:: I’ve been living inside my head with all of this. I can pinpoint the time when our relationship took a turn. (Jane wears her heart on her sleeve in a pretty amazing way. I’m terrified about ever having my relationship with The Daughter ever devolve like this, and it takes a lot of courage to write about it publicly.)

:: I’m trying to be mindful about focusing more on what’s RIGHT than what’s uncomfortable. I truly do have a whole lot of blessing going on all around me. Still, it’s just hard to be positive when you are hurting.

:: What bliss to open every window in the house and let that fragrant, “it’s-almost-autumn-air” waft through. (Huh…Mental Multivitamin disappeared from my blogroll. I must have inadvertently removed it during a reorganization at some point. Rectifying this as soon as I finish collating links for this post!)

:: It was there, in that cold, sterile, metallic doctor’s office, as the list of foods I could no longer eat hit my ears with a dull thud and fell to the floor, a useless pile of past pleasures at my feet, that my world, much like the bottom of my food pyramid, dropped out from under me. I pouted. I sobbed. I screamed and yelled and cursed at every Dunkin Donuts I passed. I didn’t feel lucky. I felt hungry. (This blog, it turns out, belongs to…umm, let me figure this out…well, it’s my cousin’s (on my father’s side) daughter. What is that, then? Second cousin? Is that how that works? I have next to zero knowledge of the workings of genealogy. Anyway, the main focus on her blog is her requirement to adhere to a gluten-free diet. I had never heard of such a thing until I worked at The Store and met a woman, a co-worker, who is likewise culinarily restricted. Fascinating stuff, and she’s a decent writer, too! Apparently wordsmithing is in my gene pool. I hope I don’t have some distant cousin I’ve never met (except for online) out there somewhere laboring on a space opera novel….)

:: During the flight of Apollo 11, in the constant sunlight between the earth and the moon, it was necessary for us to control the temperature of our spacecraft by a slow rotation not unlike that of a chicken on a barbecue spit. As we turned, the earth and the moon alternately appeared in our windows. We had our choice. We could look toward the Moon, toward Mars, toward our future in space — toward the new Indies — or we could look back toward the Earth, our home, with its problems spawned over more than a millennium of human occupancy. (So writes Command Module pilot Michael Collins, some months after the first moon landing. Please don’t stop looking toward space!)

More next week!

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Bills 38, Raiders 35

Wow, what a game! It very nearly ended up as a Bills loss, but alas for our lovely Raiders fan….

This game was one of those wonderful heart-stoppers that are so fun to watch…fun and maddening, as you watch each team drive home the killing stroke only to allow the opponent to get back up and keep fighting. This was a game that validates that old chestnut of football commentary: “I think the last team to score might win!”

The Bills looked bad for most of the first half, which after two games might well be shaping up as a pattern. Poor running defense combined with a Ryan Fitzpatrick interception led to the Raiders taking a 21-3 lead into halftime (would have been 21-6, had the Raiders not blocked a Bills field goal as time expired). But in the second half, the Bills came right back, scoring 21 straight points for a 24-21 lead. Then the Raiders made it 28-24. Then the Bills made it 31-28. Then the Raiders made it 35-31. And then the Bills, with fifteen seconds or so left, made it 38-35. And then the Raiders put up a Hail Mary as the clock expired, which came down in a crowd of players; luckily it was a Bill (rookie Da’Norris Searcy) who made the catch, securing the win.

It was a game of huge offensive plays on both sides, with some amazing catches. It was also a game of colossal errors for the Raiders, who seemed to commit penalty after penalty at times.

Random thoughts about the game:

::  Some folks are saying things on Twitter like “The Bills are actually fun to watch again!” But for my money, they started getting fun to watch again last year. They seem to have the same kind of approach to the game with a bit more experience and a bit more talent. I still think they’re a way off from being a consistent winner, but I do not think they’re several years off, anymore. But last year, for the most part they were usually entertaining and they teased fans a lot before losing because they simply didn’t have enough talent. Late in the year, injuries took their toll so they ended up closing the year with a couple of blowout losses, but for the most part, they were a calm, collected, never-quit-fighting team last year too. It’s just that this year they’re better. How much better? Well, in the words of Chris Berman, “That’s why they play the games.”

::  Stevie Johnson continues to be a beast who lays it all out on the field, every time. The Bills can not let him get to the free agent market after the season. Come on, guys — extend him already! (I have a feeling they will at some point. They are already talking with Ryan Fitzpatrick, and they seem to be taking a “talk to one guy at a time” approach to this stuff.)

::  Fred Jackson is just astonishing. He just is. Everybody knows it. But CJ Spiller seems to be settling in and figuring things out, too. I’m thrilled to have this one-two-punch at running back.

::  I felt kind of bad for the Raiders when they took an Unsportsmanlike Conduct penalty after the Bills scored a touchdown, and their coach (Hue Jackson) threw the challenge flag. Yes, he’s a head coach, so he should know that the NFL is automatically reviewing all scoring plays now, which makes those plays “unchallengable”. But still, that’s a brand new rule and he’s a rookie head coach, so…well, sucks to be him. I sympathize. (But not much. It’s still football, folks!)

::  But also on the topic of Raiders and penalties, I’m no expert, but there were an awful lot of Raider hits on Ryan Fitzpatrick that really looked to me like late hits/roughing the passer’s. All went uncalled. He took quite a few pops after the ball had been out of his hands for almost an entire ‘Mississippi’.

::  On the go-ahead touchdown from Fitzpatrick to David Nelson, wow…I can’t believe the Raiders let somebody get that wide open. Seriously, there were about five yards of space on either side of Nelson before you saw a Raider. Ouch. Apparently their defensive plan for that play relied on getting a sack, because they either didn’t try coverage or they blew the coverage. Yipes.

::  With two wins already, the Bills are virtually eliminated from the Andrew Luck sweepstakes, unless they lose every game they have left (unlikely) or this is one of those years where the NFL’s worst record goes to a team with three or four wins (also highly unlikely). Right now, I’m thinking that the Draft brings the best available right or left tackle to the Bills. (More likely right, on the basis of Demetrius Bell being off to a not-bad start this year.)

::  CBS’s coverage was a mixed bag. The announcers were just kind of there, but apparently now it’s a Big Frakking Deal now whenever any NFL player comes from Harvard. This just gets annoying. I know, you have to fill up airtime, but Ye Gods.

::  Also, CBS continues to irritate with their “camera shots from the area of the game” thing that they do when they come back from commercial breaks. As usual, we get the same shot of Niagara Falls that everybody who has ever watched a football game from Buffalo has seen, with the announcers saying “Ah yes, the magical splendor of Niagara Falls, thirty miles down the road from Buffalo!” or some such thing. Then, next time, we get the same shot of a guy in the kitchen at the Anchor Bar tossing chicken wings in hot sauce that everybody who has ever watched a football game from Buffalo has seen, with the announcers saying “Ah yes, they’re making Buffalo wings [nobody here calls them Buffalo wings!] at the legendary Anchor Bar where they were invented!”. Annoying. It bugs me every time, because NFL cities are cities, and each one has lots of cool stuff about that nobody knows about.

So, later on, they have a shot from Buffalo’s Naval and Military Park, with a big old shot of the USS The Sullivans, which really impressed the hell out of me. I really think that CBS (and FOX, if they do the same thing — I don’t recall if they do!) should allow cities to pick where they take these shots, so they can get a little free publicity for area attractions. The only problem with the Naval Park shot? This time, the announcers didn’t say anything! Couldn’t they come up with a scripted sentence or two, like, “There’s downtown Buffalo and their Naval and Military Park, where several decommissioned ships from our nation’s Navy reside for tours. Lots of great history here in Buffalo!” Ugh.

::  Next week the New England Patriots come to town. Do I like the Bills’ chances? Actually, I do. Sure, the Bills have lost fifteen in a row to the Pats, and they’re 2-20 against them since the 2000 season, but there’s this odd pattern that always seems to happen in both games, no matter whether the first game is in New England or in Buffalo. What happens is that the Bills play the Pats really hard the first time they see them, sometimes even nursing a lead well into the fourth quarter, before losing a tough one; then, the second time they see them, the Patriots just…well, they beat the crap out of ’em. It’s kind of weird. So, will the Bills actually beat the Patriots? Enhhhh…I don’t think so. I don’t think they’re ready to take that step yet, I’m sorry to say. I’d love for them to do so; I’d love for them to beat the Pats at least once while St. Tom the Overrated is under center for them. But I think that may have to wait for next year.

But, like Chris Berman always says, and like I quoted above already, “That’s why they play the games!”

::  Whoa! Commercials for Hawaii Five-0‘s season premiere tomorrow night, and Terry O’Quinn is joining the cast? SQUEEEE!! Terry O’Quinn always makes things better by just being there. He doesn’t even have to have dialogue.

OK, that’s about it. Will my poor pie-faced football fan next week at last be wearing a Patriots hoodie? Here’s hoping!

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Hey, that guy looks familiar….

Heh…a self-appointed ‘fashion expert’ (which are a dime a dozen) pens a rant about how much he hates overalls (with said rants also being a dime a dozen). What’s interesting is that he swiped one of my own profile photos with which to make his point, and yet, he neither notified me nor asked my permission. Imagine that. It always amuses me when people fancy themselves edgy or hip, but they don’t even have the guts to tell those at whom they are directing their ire.

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Sunday Burst of Weird and Awesome!

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Oddities and Awesome abound!

::  The greatest insults of musicians, by musicians. Wow, some of these are vicious. How vicious? Well…Anton Newcombe says this of Eric Clapton:

“People talk about Eric Clapton. What has he ever done except throw his baby off a f***in’ ledge and write a song about it?”

Wow…and that one is only number two on the list.

::  Things Organized Neatly. I don’t much go in for high degrees of organization, myself, but I would like to be a bit more organized — especially in the bookshelves department. But that would require (a) more bookshelves, and (b) more space to put the more bookshelves in.

::  Not a link to anything, but an observation from the past week as the Star Wars Blu-ray release takes hold: it amuses me to note the percentage of fans who rip George Lucas for doing anything other than releasing the films in their original theatrical versions, and then go on to insist that Star Wars Revisited is the definitive version anyway. “Fan edits” are great, but “edits by the guy who actually made and owns the films” are BAD BAD BAD!! Sometimes I note my relative lack of cognitive dissonance regarding Star Wars, and I wonder if I’m doing it wrong.

More next week!

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Saturday Centus

[EDITED 9-18-11 to add a clarification, below.]

Wow, I’m actually on schedule this week! My initial reaction to this week’s prompt was “Oh, crap,” because we’re supposed to take the prompt and work it into a bit of doggerel which can be sung to the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. But then the idea came to me, so here it is:

In the autumn there’s a flood
of folks with their bright red blood!
How I love to bite their necks,
Sometimes while they’re having dinner*,
Vampires get to do it all,
When the summer turns to fall!

The problem here is that…well, I’m over the word limit, which Jenny set at 32 words plus the prompt. I’m at 37 here, but as far as I can tell, it does fit the tune just fine, so I’m going with it.

Oh and by the way, I was putridly** late with my last two entries, so go ahead and have a look if you so desire, here and here.

* Original rhyming word excised by virtue of this being a kinda-sorta family blog. Only not really. I just thought that would be funny to do.

CLARIFICATION: A reader has apparently badly misread what I wrote above, but I feel I should make absolutely clear that I am in no way disparaging the efforts of childrens’ songwriters or the weekly Centus challenge. I am only disparaging my abilities as they pertain to childrens’ songwriting (which are, not to put too fine a point on it, pretty much nonexistent.)

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Charting the Progress


Charting the Progress, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

It’s been a long time since I wrote about my progress (or lack thereof) on the fiction writing front, so here’s an update. This photo is a screengrab of the spreadsheet I use to track the word count of the Novel-in-Progress (code-named, Princesses In SPACE!). I’ve been trying to hit a personal quota of 500 words a day, which has produced close to 90,000 words as of this writing.

I generally try to aim for chapters that aren’t too terribly long, but aren’t ridiculously short, either. I’ve read a few books that had over a hundred chapters that were two or three pages each, and that always bugs me, for some reason — it just makes the book feel herky-jerky. But the other way — really long chapters — doesn’t do it for me, either. I’m trying to stick in the middle.

I also had an original goal of keeping my chapters roughly in the same ballpark, in terms of length, but that hasn’t worked out quite so well. The early chapters are fairly brief, but they get longer after chapter ten. Maybe this isn’t a problem; I don’t end chapters for length specifically, but I do try to end them on logical breaking points.

So: I have almost 88,000 words in. Right under that total, I have an entry labeled MMPB and another labeled TWMF. What’s this about?

Well, MMPB stands for “Mass Market Paper Back”. The publishing industry uses word count as its standard measure for book length, for many good reasons; but sometimes I just find it nice to be able to figure where I am, roughly, if the book was to actually be printed. Now, this can vary a lot with considerations such as the font used and the print size, but I generally assume that a mass-market paperback novel will have roughly 400 words a page. So, that entry is simply the total word count divided by 400.

TWMF? Well…this is purely a conceit of mine, just an effort to try to remind myself not to get too long-winded in telling this tale. This bit of division yields to me the rough whereabouts of my story as compared with Patrick Rothfuss’s The Wise Man’s Fear, which is a really long book. TWMF, then, refers to the page I would be on if my book were printed like the Advance Review Copy I have of Rothfuss’s doorstop of a novel. Luckily I’m nowhere near where he ended up for length, and I’m unlikely to get there. I hope to have the first draft, when it’s complete, somewhere between 160,000 and 180,000 words. Maybe less, if that’s the way the story unfolds.

So, there we go. Hooray for Space Princesses!

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Random Observations

Just some stuff that’s in my head:

::  Everybody hates on Mondays, but for my money, Tuesdays are far more likely to offer up a Giant Bowl of Suck. Tuesdays are just irritating. Everybody gears up for Mondays, because they’re depressing by definition, but Tuesdays? They just sit there in the tall grass, waiting to ambush you. Tuesdays are the nadir of the week. You’re still close enough to the previous weekend to remember whatever good times you had to see end to go back to work, and you’re too far from the next weekend to take solace. Tuesdays are just nothing but grind.

::  I don’t know if I’m going to bother watching the finale of Hell’s Kitchen. The show is just awful, what with the continuing, and increasingly inexplicable, presence of Elise.

::  In the “Hey, that’s never happened before!” department, I got blocked by someone on Flickr! This was really odd. I’ve never been blocked before, ever. I only noticed because I added her as a contact just the other day, and today I noticed she wasn’t showing up on my Contacts page. Weird! I’ve been defriended on Facebook and I’m sure I’ve been unfollowed on Blogger, Twitter, and Tumblr, but I tend to not notice these things…I have no idea what my numbers are, in terms of followers, on any of the services that have followers in the first place. I’m kind of intrigued as to what it was about me that turned this person off; I can only assume she took a cursory look at my photostream and concluded that I’m some kind of creepy fetishist. Oh well!

::  I have zero idea of what I want for my birthday this year. And I feel like I should be taking advantage, because I’m hitting one of the Nice Round Numbers.

Specifically, now, some food thoughts:

::  I’ve been consuming fruit smoothies in a big way of late. My method is this: I throw in a cup or so of ice cubes, followed by a scoop of protein powder (if I’ve just returned from working out, otherwise I omit the protein powder), then roughly half a cup of milk and half-to-two-thirds a cup of vanilla yogurt. Then I add fruit: usually I throw in a banana, followed either by a peach or two or a blend of berries, mostly strawberry or blueberry. Then I let the blender work its magic, and drink.

My problem, of course, is that the stuff I’ve been making my smoothies with will very shortly be out of season, and thus either unavailable or too expensive to keep on hand. We’re heading into apple season…so, do apples make decent smoothies? I will report back once I’ve found out, but an apple cinnamon smoothie sounds awesome, doesn’t it?

::  I’m also giving more and more thought to vegetarianism. Not as an entire lifestyle, but I’m liking the idea of going meatless one or two times a week. I am already eating several vegetarian meals each week, so doing this won’t be a problem. I imagine that beans will have a major presence. I need to start reading some recipes!

::  But no, I won’t be giving up meat entirely. Never! And by way of evidence, here’s a recent meal I had: a pancetta, Romaine, and tomato sandwich on a sub roll:

Oh, this was heavenly.

::  I have officially come around on fresh tomatoes. I love ’em now. I hated them when I was a kid, but I gradually learned to accept them on sandwiches and burgers and tomato slices on pizza. I’m not sure I’ll ever sit and eat tomato slices all by themselves, but otherwise, I’m becoming tomato-obsessed. It’s too bad our balcony gets so little sunlight during the summer; we can’t grow any tomatoes!

::  Oh, and I discovered hummus last week. I had a hummus, tomato, and leaf lettuce sandwich for lunch one day that was amazing.

OK, that’s about it for random blathering….

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