Saturday Updates

We awake with high ankle and elbow soreness after yesterday's gym session. What's up with that? 

And yesterday, totally randomly, we ran into a fellow alumnus of the Alpha Chi Rho fraternity. 'Holy crap!' we said and initiated the fraternity handshake. Joel is a nice, good looking young man of about 23, who wouldn't stop calling us sir. He talked about how his chapter was suspended for a while. 'Hey, so were we!' we replied. If your fraternity isn't on probation, are you even doing it right? Check out this ancient post of ours on AXP, also this ancient post. 

Last night we took 66 percent of the girls to see the Somerset Patriots wail on the Binghamton Rumble Ponies 9-0. Their friends were in the sponsored dance show. We had a fine time explaining the game to those friend's Hindu grandfather. 

Spanish has ground to a halt. We can get by on the streets of Santiago we suppose. Mesa Reserva para cinco persona, por favor. Tengo tres hija. But we wanted more. Exit question: what if we got one of those Spanish I books and studied that way? [You mean, like do homework and stuff?-Ed]. Yeah when you put like that...

Civil War reading has also ground to a halt. 

It's the dog days of August, and maybe we're just tired. 

Two weeks till we go down the shore. School year and dad's dance taxi begin 6 September. 

Yesterday, for various reasons, we didn't get to our nightly news consumption. Good. We're much calmer not reading political updates. We'll try that again today. Which should be easy, as the blogs we like don't do much on Saturday. 

The things.

We've read the printout of everything in World War 1990: The Final Storm up till the SAS raid. That includes five air strikes on Soviet missile fields. Brits, Italians, Australians. Israelis, Japanese, Americans. Jets crisscross the sky. Tomahawk missiles fly a plenty. In one scene readers follow the pilots into target. In another scene readers only find out what happens after the attack. In yet another scene readers follow the attack via a ship's CiC. One flight group aborts. 

We like differentiation. You don't want five straight chapters of '30 seconds out...on time, on target...look at that wall of flak...ready to commit in five, four....' It'll get real tedious. We are among the very best at what we do. You people are just going to have to trust us on this. 

Are we satisfied? No, no we are not. Can we be satisfied? We're not sure that's possible anymore. 

We had a good week with World War 1990: Norway. The Tromso counterattack is developing nicely. Lots of ideas are coming. That's a good thing. We'll probably discuss these tomorrow. 40,000 words. 

At this point it's looking like The Final Storm will be out in December, and Norway will be out early next year. That will satisfy two of our (completely arbitrary) requirements, one WW1990 novel out per year, and one forward, one back in the World War 1990 timeline. 

Might we actually be able to clear the decks for, say, the Red Dawn Thingy? We've barely thought about this project in weeks. Too busy thinking about fjords.