Does anyone else think that they would totally buy these shoes if they were available for adults? I’m envisioning Apple and Weight Watchers joining forces to create a stylish Eurosneaker with a Firewire plug in the heel. At the end of the day you’d plug in and the shoe would not only calculate how many Weight Watchers points you’d earned, but how many hours of TV/Internet/knitting time you were eligible for. It’s genius.

Huh. Apparently disposable diapers are no more environmentally destructive than cloth diapers. I did not know that.

It’s four in the morning and we just got back from the showing. Yeah, that was pretty much all right. A good and fitting end to the series, and to our whole (collective) Star Wars moviegoing experience. Moments that stood out for me: The whole theater going silent after the title crawl as the two fighters gracefully swooped over the big ship… and straight into the most frenetic space battle we’ve seen yet. Obi-Wan’s kick-ass ninja pose. Thinking that Ian McDiarmid was acting the pants off everyone else in the movie… until he started gnawing on the scenery. Wondering just what was up with Natalie Portman’s face in that film. (No, seriously. What was with that? Did she put on weight to play pregnant or something? Because she looked totally different from the way she usually does, and not in a good way. She had some Keira Knightley Duck Face going on there.) Laughing at the costume designer that actually envisioned a women sleeping in a nightgown with swags of pearls across the upper arms. Feeling tearful and desperate as the clone troopers carried out Order 66 and the Jedi were gunned down. Hayden Christensen without his shirt on. (What can I say? He’s grown on me.) The utter ridiculousness of nearly every love scene. The audience cheering when Yoda slammed the guards into the wall. Thinking that the final showdown between Anakin and Obi-wan was good… but not that good. (Obi-Wan versus Darth Maul, short as it was, is still the best lightsaber fight in the series.) Wondering why Liam Neeson didn’t get a cameo. And sure, 3PO gets his memory wiped, but how the hell does R2 lose all his cool gadgetry? In the first series he couldn’t even negotiate stairs, but now he fools Super Battle Droids with the old “Slick Shoes” routine and even engages in physical comedy.

I could go on and on. But hey, it’s late and I’m tired, and any of you that really give a crap about it are probably going to see it yourself in the next twelve hours or so… so have a good time! It really truly doesn’t suck. There are still a few clunkers but overall the film is packed with action and it didn’t disappoint. ‘Night!

Ebert gives Revenge of the Sith three-and-a-half stars… and predicts that Episodes 7, 8, and 9 will eventually be made. Whoa!

Meanwhile, only two hours left to go. The Snook’s taking a power nap, but I think I’m gonna just wing it. Now all I have to do is withstand the temptation to have a choc top…

Holy crap. Kylie has cancer. I feel like I should knit Max a black armband or something.

Week six has come and gone, and my official weight loss stands at 7.2 kilograms. That’s nearly sixteen pounds! Of course, if you graphed my actual loss per week you’d notice a severe downward trend thus far in May. I’m only averaging 600g a week now. I know it’s ridiculous to feel bad about it; I’m still heading in the right direction, and that’s still slightly above what you should be aiming for each weigh-in. I just got so excited by the big drops in the first few weeks that I half-expected them to continue. I did make one possible-related discovery tonight though: I’ve dropped into a lower Points bracket! (WW assigns the number of Points you get to eat per day based on your weight. Smaller people eat less.) I didn’t even realize it, but for the last two weeks I’ve been allowing myself an extra Point a day. Maybe that accounts for the slowdown…

In exercise news, on Saturday the Snook and I turned from bushwalking to exploring our own fair city: We did the Bondi to Coogee Walk. We packed a picnic lunch and enjoyed some fantastic ocean views. The whole thing took us about two-and-a-half hours. Here are a couple pictures. First is a surfie on Bondi. It was pretty chilly and gray that day, but the wind was making some big waves and there were plenty of guys out. Next is a self-portrait of me and the Snook with Bondi behind us. The third is an amazing view looking south from Mackenzies Point to Tamarama and Bronte. And lastly is the Snook, with me reflected in his sunnies. (Don’t worry Ma; he shaved today. That’s just his weekend scruff.)

And lastly… I had a bit of an adventure tonight. I went to Dance Central to try out a belly dancing class. I know! Can you believe it? I nearly chickened out but the thought of another measly 600g loss spurred me on. It was surprisingly fun! I actually really enjoyed myself. I can’t shake my hips for shit, but I’m definitely the queen of the belly and chest jiggling. I figure what you lack in rhythm, you should make up for in enthusiasm, right? I was like the lead in my own little Bollywood movie. The instructor even told me I did a good job afterwards! I’m so going back next week.

George gets political. I knew that the parallels were going to be in the movie, but I didn’t expect him to actually discuss them with the media. I guess I sorta had the feeling that ol’ George had become a bit conservative in his old age, what with the billions of dollars, the racist stereotype characters, and the complete lack of sex in his movies. Now that I think about it though, he’s quite the original California hippie radical, isn’t he? I especially liked the bit where he talks about the U.S. funding Hussein and the parallels to the war in Vietnam. Go George!

Tetris Shelves. I LOVE THAT. How pathetic is it that upon looking at the unit on the left, I immediately started planning the next moves to fix the “hole”? Very. (Link courtesy of John.)

Oh Snookums… This is for you.