EQUALIZER! Oh my stars and *%&!ing garters! HARRY KEWELL, YOU BEAUTY! All I can say is, it’s about goddamn time. Now we just have to hold on for ten minutes…
Ten minutes later: Sweeeeeet. WE’RE THROUGH! But hey, that referee sucked, huh? And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Simonic get THREE yellow cards?
Two great new Star Wars items linked on Boing Boing recently: Yoda Backpack and Millennium Falcon Transformer. Sweeeeet.
Any of you Sydney females want to score some free movie tickets? I just got invited by the Nielsen people to watch a preview screening of a new TV show next Monday night, and they give you two free tickets for going. I can invite “three other female friends between 16-64.” Yeah, the whole thing was a bit marketing-spammy, but I don’t have anything on that night and it’ll be good blogging fodder. (It’s sad that that’s my criteria for doing things, isn’t it?) Plus I’ve always wanted to have more influence in deciding what CRAP gets shown on TV. So if you’re free Monday the 26th and you want to join me, just drop me a line. (The screening’s at 6:30pm in the city.)
Update: They’ve changed the date. It’s now on July 3rd.
DietBlog: I’ve been quiet on the WW front lately, mostly because I put on a little bit two weeks ago (up to 79kg) and I haven’t done much to take it off. Last night I was due to get my Lifetime Membership, and I was a little depressed thinking that I was going to be over my Goal. Not much of a victory, huh? So I got ready to go to the meeting, and just before I left the house I stepped on the bathroom scales. It was under 78kg. “Huh! Maybe this isn’t going to suck after all!” I said to the cat. Half an hour later I weighed in officially… 77.5kg. That’s my lowest ever. How the heck did that happen? I had Una’s last weekend, for God’s sake! It’s inexplicable. (I have made one tiny change to my diet lately, but I’m not going to tell you about it til I confirm it’s having a positive effect.) Our leader Barbara was so happy for me, and she made me get up in front of everybody and tell them what I’d learned over the past year. I also got the “key” charm for my keyring and got my official LTM card (which gets me free meetings for life, as long as I stay under Goal). After the meeting I spotted Karen sitting in the back row, and impulsively I stopped to tell her how much she inspired me at my absolute rock bottom. I can only hope that I did the same for somebody else in the room last night!
And here’s something fun for those of you wondering what 22.5kg means in real size terms. I had the Snook take my measurements on April 10th last year, the day I started WW. I had him do them again last night:
Neck: lost 3.5cm (Off my neck? WHAT?)
Upper Arm: lost 6.5cm
Chest: lost 14cm (but my boobs haven’t deflated too much)
Waist: lost 20cm (That’s the biggie. I’ve now officially got an hourglass shape!)
Abdomen: lost 15cm (Curse my pot belly!)
Hips: lost 10cm
Upper Leg: lost 13cm
Calf: lost 4cm
(For confused Americans, 10cm is about equal to 4 inches.)
Umm, I received a postcard at the shop today from Ennis and Jack. That’s right; the two gay sock monkey cowboys I stitched six months ago sent me a postcard. It’s a picture of them in a little house. And I don’t think it was Craig the winner, because he’s in the US and this was sent locally. So ‘fess up, who did it? I’m guessing Miss Fee, but I could be wrong. The handwriting looks so familiar…
Punny Dog Names. Ha! My favorites are “Chehuahua Guevara” and “Droolius Caesar.” (I also like “Gilgameow” for a cat.)
I did have a big post about my long three-day weekend, but I lost it. Quick Summary: Friday I went to the Craft Show and bought a bunch of stuff I hadn’t planned. (Hello, Noro!) Then I went to Una’s with Miss Fee and ate a schnitzel the size of a dinner plate. (Mmm, schnitzel.) I also went to Ariel and picked up some new books, including Subversive Cross Stitch. Saturday was knitting in Newtown with SSK and then over to Kenya‘s for some rugby action. (Again, too much food.) And Sunday was spent in a lethargic consumer coma, which meant that I just sat on the couch knitting all day. I love three day weekends.
Ooh! I had my first Chaser sighting today. It was Julian, and he was on my 483 bus from the city tonight. That brings my total to one, and the Snook’s to, like, fourteen. (The only people he claims to see more often are the hosts of the SBS Movie Show, which is weird because we’ve only watched it, like, once, and I wouldn’t know those people if they punched me in the face.)
Snookums informed me tonight that I have Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. And holy crap – I do! Case in point: it’s 10:30pm and he’s falling asleep on his feet. I’m wide awake and struggling against going to bed like a two-year-old.
Fascinating article about a man whose sight was restored after fifty years. It turns out that while we sighted people imagine that seeing is just light hitting your eyes, there’s a lot more to it. And how weird is it that Virgil didn’t understand shadows? (I mean, I can totally understand how he didn’t, but it’s freaky to think how many everyday concepts depend on visual observation. I’m reminded of the scene in Mask when Eric Stoltz tries to explain “billowy” to the blind girl.)
