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Person: Pity there’s no 12-step program for stupidity.
Bill: Of course there is! You just have to start them about ten steps from the edge of the cliff.

My hair froze on the way in from the gym this morning. Whee?

Ecossais: Boss said I shouldn’t take your advice to walk to the taxi stand as there may be no taxis.
Bill: But there might be. It’s a quantum taxi stand!
Ecossais: No, we’re walking in Bayesian space right now, and when we arrive at the taxi stand we will shift into non-Bayesian space.
Bossman: Are you trying to prove the existence of Schrödinger’s cab?

Google video has a function that allows you to save a video you are watching in desktop or iPod video format. Just look for the download button under the video information on the right.

Dr Tran + video iPod = portable bliss (and potential social embarassment on the metro from giggling and shrieking, but I’ve already weathered that with Eddie Izzard).

So hey, internets! How’s it hanging? People still putting words into files into little blinking boxes that spit them back up all over the screens of the world?
I thought so.

So:
- Going to the gym. Fun so far.
- Cough better in general but still a pain in my ass.
- Working as usual. Some days I go home feeling like I actually managed to accomplish about half of what I had to do and those are the good days. I like the job and all, but lights at the end of tunnels tend to be oncoming trains more often than not.
- Did a lot of work in the apartment over christmas. We now have a usable living room, more floor space, and a monster-fur rug in my office. It’s green and feels luscious between my toes.
- The consort is still not smoking. He messages me every afternoon around 2pm with the single word “AAAAAAAAAAAAGH”.
- The cats love the improved apartment and especially the new two-foot high scratching post beside the bed, from which I find them staring at me every morning when I wake up.
- Apparently the thing I’m most allergic to is the cats. Sucks to be me, but I’ll live. I’d rather blow my nose every ten minutes than lose the experience of waking up to find a cat staring into my eyes from two inches away, telepathically transmitting “food… food… food… food…”
- I have a Blackberry now, company-supplied. They don’t call them Crackberries for nothing; I now answer email when I’m in bed.
- I really wish I could fall asleep before 1am, especially as I’m getting up around 5am these days to hit the gym.
- You can’t get away from stupid people.
- Sometimes you’re the stupid person that other people can’t get away from.
- Cats vs. babies for cuteness? Babies: non-allergenic. Cats: fewer bodily fluids in your immediate environment. Winner: cats.
- Am I white trash if I nail big pieces of cloth to the top of the window frame instead of making curtains?
- Thought so. Damn.
- Can’t get enough of Eddie Izzard, Jonathan Coulton, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert.
- With the new video iPod surgically attached to my waist, am completely addicted to podcasts, especially video podcasts. I should list all of them in a separate post. ZeFrank and the Penn Jillette radio show podcasts are the kings of my days, though.
- The instant gratification of purchasing songs from iTunes will bankrupt me.
- Say goodnight, Gracie.

This isn’t a new year’s resolution - I don’t hold with those, I think if you have a change you want to make in your life just do it already - but I’ve gone back to the gym.

I’ve tried gym memberships before; they usually involve paying for a year, going sporadically for a month, then buggering off and saying, “membership? What membership? Look, a unicorn!”

But this time it’s different. Firstly, the impetus was less my increasing girth (though that’s certainly an issue), than finding out that my very own Chiquita is not only working at a gym that is very conveniently close to my work, but is working on becoming certified as a personal trainer in February! She also works at an ungodly early hour three days a week, just the right time and frequency to go and get some exercise before work.

I found this out in November, but the respiratory issues had me nervous about exercising; the cough is a lot better these days though, so I thought I’d give it a shot. The first day of exercise provoked a nasty bout of exercise-induced asthma that had me pretty much on my ass for a few hours after, but knowing the triggers made me more careful this morning and I had only minimal symptoms. Great news, as the only barrier to this plan was the possibility of it making the cough worse. And frankly, I think that one of the reasons the respiratory problems have been getting worse every year is because I have also been getting fatter every year, and for the sake of both my health and my mirror I’d really like that to change.

So basically, I get to visit with Chiquita three days a week and get in shape to boot. I’ve already found that it’s a lot easier to get my ass over there in the far-too-early a.m. just because I know that poor Chiquita had to get up and haul her own ass there even earlier. And knowing that she’ll be my personal trainer in a month is AWESOME.

Fingers crossed.

My entire team took the week off for christmas, but I felt obliged to send the usual weekly report to my boss the VP; I used the usual template and wrote “Bugger all” in every activity section.