Ted and I went to see “Street Kings” today, which was not only a surprisingly good movie, but Keanu Reeves was surprisingly good *in* it. There were only a couple of “whoa” or “dude” kinds of moments, and one of them was very nearly on purpose, I think. I’d say that was hands down the best Reeves movie I’ve ever seen, and hell, I /like/ him. (Generally I think he’s actually a hell of a physical actor, which is why he did so well in the Matrix movies: they didn’t require him to talk a lot, and delivering lines is not his strong point. But damn, “Street Kings” was *good*!)

I informed myself this morning that I would write between 9am and 1pm, and whatever I wrote in that time would simply be enough. I wrote 4200 words. I think my brain is somehow outsmarting me.

*Man* I have ComicCon envy. NYCC is sounding awesome from everybody’s posts. *flings self in a pit, dramatically* :)

ytd wordcount: 172,200
miles to Minas Tirith: 283.4