It's A Hard Knock Life

My son decided not to go to sleep until midnight tonight. Mmm. Sweet.

No sooner had I typed that then he started crying again. Still asleep, and I picked him up to make sure he was okay, but... what a kid.

Today I got into a weird kick and decided to start watching "Band of Brothers" over again. I keep getting glimpses of it on the History Channel and such, so that probably fueled it. However, watching it reminded me that it's been years since I read the Stephen Ambrose book on which the miniseries was based. And then I remembered again that I loaned the book out to my roommate back when the mini was originally airing on HBO... and never got it back. (I've also been missing Bruce Campbell's If Chins Could Kill... for a while now.)

As far as the writing thing goes, I started a new project on the first, after six months of dinking around with this and that and the other thing. I've started out pretty well, grinding out about 1300 words a night since the first, other than those two nights I spent working in Brighton. I wish I could make some more time for writing, other than at the very end of the day, but on the other hand, I'm just happy I'm making some time for it, and doing so consistently.

Lastly, realizing that Daddy Warbucks in Annie is a smooth-headed Albert Finney really knocked me for a loop. I know him best these days for his very memorable role in Big Fish (great movie, btw), and realizing that that was him was rather astonishing. I've got a thought there, that I think I need to tease out how to express better. But it'll come to me.

A Million Little Somethings

Whilst browsing the web this evening, I happened upon a meticulous appraisal of James Frey's A Million Little Pieces on The Smoking Gun. Never read it, not even sure I'd heard of it until I stumbled across the article. But...

Interesting.

I've toyed, on and off, with the thought of compiling my experiences on Iraq into some kind of cohesive account. But I've always been leery of naming names and trying to string together a bunch of stories into some kind of reasonable narrative. Frey's story, should TSG's debunking be accurate, definitely gives me pause. Not that I could even dream of a profile as high as being tapped for an Oprah pick (should I actually do it, should it find a publisher, etc.), but it's interesting to contemplate.

Of course, I doubt I'd make myself the hero of the war, either.