So the forecast says that with the humidity and no breeze it’s going to feel like 108 today in the Big Melting Apple. It already feels like 97 and it’s not even noon yet. I went to the Gracie early this morning for breakfast then hit the gym where the a/c was on full blast. Now I’m going to drink a gallon of water and write.

I honestly don’t remember being gaga for the first one, but I just saw the trailer for the sequel and ooooh, baby, it looks pretty spiffy. Hard to tell if there’s much of a story in among all the special effects, but from what I recall about the first one, Ms. PacMan becomes pregnant and then goes on a killing spree…or something like that. Here’s the trailer:
http://www.deadline.com/2010/07/comic-con-2-tron-panel/

Sharktopus…yeah, it’s so bad it’s, um, still bad, but in that train wreck kind of way:

I found this site and all I can say is that it makes me very happy:
http://bookshelfporn.com/archive

The World Cup is over, Lance Armstrong is too far back to win the Tour de France, and it’s summer. Nothing for it but to cancel my cable, get writing, and get out there. I’ve lived without television before and was much the better for it so I’ve decided to simplify my life and remove what is essentially a narcotic from my system. It won’t be completely cold turkey, however, as I do have the internet and Netflix, but they feel more controllable.

Wish me luck!