This Is So Not Worth Your Time

Wrote another eight pages or so today. I'm definitely feeling more productive than the average bear.

Power in this place is erratic this week. Several power outages have driven me out of my room. The next time it happens, I think I'm just going to bed. Everyone else will have to live with it.

I also have to add that I'm a wimp. It's only barely in the thirties outside, yet I'm already feeling cold. What the hell is this? I guess I can blame my California upbringing, but it's damn annoying. I guess in my defense I can claim that it only happened when the wind speed topped about forty miles per hour (17.9 m/sec for those of you in more advanced countries), which I guess is pretty fast. It tends to cut through light clothing.

Additionally, I have also seen The Matrix Revolutions now, so I can proudly say that I've now seen the worst high-budget case of bad sci-fi engineering that I've ever laid eyes on. I am embarassed to, as a member of the human race, have lost to the machines, because quite frankly, if I was fighting machines that built like that, I would only lose a war by laughing myself to death. On the other hand, given the complete incompetence of the human engineers, I don't know if I can blame us for losing the war. Why can't either side do a damn thing right in that movie?

This annoys me in general because I like realism, and I'm always looking for chinks in books. It translates badly into movies. I'm still annoyed at Peter Jackson for making both Helm's Deep and Minas Tirith into some of the worst planned defenses in history. And I still claim that the first thing I would have done as Aragorn, King of Gondor would be to execute my generals. And then generally clean military house. And those movies were done well!

I know it's a horrible nitpicky thing to go after sometimes, but can I get a battle that makes sense?

Probably not. War never makes sense in any case.