A shiny, glinting thing is forever.

Now, why do they use a cross-screen filter for the wide shots at a boxing match?

I have not gotten nearly enough done today. I'm angry about that. But maybe I'm just in the decompression chamber for a spell. After all, I did nearly rewrite my next chapter completely.

As such things go, I wonder which chapter I'm officially on now.

The main event tonight pits the big Ukrainian guy who grew up in Russia against the guy who got started boxing while he was in prison and now sleeps in an oxygen tent to promote stamina. I don't care which one of them wins, but if one of them had a robot arm or had been to outer space, this would make a compelling movie of the week. I approve of properties that give me an excuse to make popcorn at home.