"Alligator God is Worse than Reanimated Shark"

The problem with watching films late at night due to rampant insomnia is that I tend to do it with the sound down, while simultaneously doing other stuff (chores, laundry, folding, etc.). Which leads to mondegreens like the one above--turned out they were actually talking about an alligator gar, which was disappointing, yet still pretty cool. Where the reanimated shark came into it, meanwhile, I truly don't know; this is sort of like when I clicked past one of those mixed martial arts programs and thought I heard someone say (of the fighter being currently profiled): "He's a hard-hitting zombie!"

So, anyhow. Third day of feeling like my colon is trying to shed its own lining in bursts, but the second section of Chapter Sixteen is almost in place. I also went back and wrote a small interstitial piece--more fake newspaper headlines/articles--that lays the groundwork for a plot thread which will eventually figure heavily into A Tree of Bones. Spoilers: It has something to do with the political structure of 1867 Mexico, which was surreal, to say the least. And now I'm making it even more so.;)

Other than that...I've been enjoying Neil Jordan's Ondine, though I'm pretty sure I know where it's going. Great use of Colin Farrell and the lilting accents of rural County Cork, Ireland, which can make even lines like: "See? 'Special needs', yeh feckin' retard" into a sort of song. And the latter parts of The Secret of Kells made me genuinely weep, which doesn't happen as much as it used to. I think even Steve might like it, if mainly for its refusal to go the "Vikings are bad, of course, but the Church is innately evil" route.

And three things, etc. I need to get my coffee, then re-write, and eventually actually have a bath. Jesus, my life is small.