I am a geek, or optionally a nerd if you prefer that term. I know there are some things I am good at: solving complex problems involving computers is probably my forte. There are some things I am pretty terrible at: socializing in general, small talk in a “party-like” environment in particular.
Every year we buy more halloween candy than we give out. That’s great: I like the little snacks.
And every year I grab a handful (or two, or three…) of the stuff every time I sit down in front of the TV. So, there I am, feeling overweight and lazy, eating hundreds of totally empty calories. I feel this strange compulsion to eat the stuff as fast as possible, so it is gone and no longer a temptation. But wait a sec- whether I eat it in one week, or eat it in six months, I’m still ingesting the same calories.
Folks who live in really big cities because they *want* to live there are, in my opinion, kind of weird. But I can sort of see the appeal of being able to walk to trendy shops and restaurants, and particularly being able to make it to the office without driving. I can understand how that would be attractive, and if I didn’t prefer having a bit more space and privacy, I could even see living in an urban core.
I went to meet my Mom and sister Judy at the casino today. This is a pretty common thing: every couple of weeks they come to the Langley Cascades Casino where Irene and I join them for brunch. But this day was to be a day for resolving a mystery. For a week or so, Judy had been telling me that I had to come this Sunday since she had something for me from Shane.
My nephew sent me a bunch of Youtube links relating to a folk duo from New Zealand called “Flight of the Conchords” Their music, at least from the samples I looked at, seems to be heavily slanted towards somewhat off-colour humour. In my opinion, it’s first rate stuff- I spent a good half hour laughing.
I’m going to the Abbotsford Airshow in a few weeks with my friend Chris. I’m not terribly knowledgeable about aircraft, but I enjoy being able to get up close and personal with fighter jets in particular.
I am feeling “fat”, and I know exactly what I need to do to fix it. Eat less junk (not necessarily less *food*, just less junk), and be more active. But knowing what needs to be done and doing it are two entirely different things. Fortunately (?), I’ve stabilized for the moment at around 190 pounds. But I fear waking up one day and realizing I need a crane to get out of bed.
I spent an hour or so today looking at xkcd, which is a stick-person comic for geeks. Some of the humour is somewhat esoteric: math and statistics jokes, for example. But there were plenty of gems. This one is my favorite so far: