By some strange miracle, I seem to be considerably healthier today than I was at my physical six months ago. I’ve lost weight, my “good” cholesterol is up (my “bad” is always low anyway) and I’ve backtracked quite a bit on that road to diabetes, heart disease, and all sorts of other nasty things. I’m kind of amazed, considering how rough the past few months have been for me personally and how–until a few weeks ago when I finally got my head out of my ass–I was basically using comfort food and lethargy to treat the symptoms.
So can I lose fifty pounds this year? What say ye?
Mark arrives for a quick visit tomorrow. It will be the first time we’ve seen each other since December and I am much looking forward to it.
The oldest supermarket in Charlotte is about to be torn down. I’m a little depressed about that, but I’d be more depressed if there were a little more of the original buidling left to begin with.
In case you care what I’ve been doing at work lately, here are twosamples. They’re part of a bigger project I’m working on that’s still in beta (and not finished).
I actually had occasion to bring my Zip drive to work (and even to use it) last week as well. That was fun.
There’s something else big that’s supposed to make up this last bullet point, but I don’t remember what it is.
Had a visit from my friend Duncan this weekend. Actually, I’m still having it but he’s off at a Super Bowl party, and as I’ve probably said before, I don’t follow baseball. So I’ve spent my leisurely Sunday afternoon eating leftover Chinese food from Sampan and obtaining long out of print music here, including twothings I’ve been seeking for a really long time.
In the past few weeks, I’ve ordered lemonade at several different restaurants and fast food joints. Nearly every time, they’ve asked me whether I minded if it was pink lemonade, leaving me wondering why the hell I should care what color the damned lemonade is. The only thing I can come up with is that they’re assuming that as a guy, I must have some terrific fear that if I ingest something pink, my testicles will fall off or something.
It’s very possible that starting a project where I have to constantly look at my younger and thinner and more attractive self over and over again may not be the smartest thing to do when at the peak of my midlife crisis (at least I fucking hope it’s the peak).
Yeah, so the site was born fifteen years ago today, albeit under a different name. I’m not sure there’s really anything all that profound to say about it at this point. The old website definitely ain’t what it used to be but for some reason I keep on doing it, even long after the “use or freeze by” date has passed.
Thanks to all of you who’ve stuck around for the ride. Hope you’ve had a little fun somewhere along the way. I have.