***A touch of jealousy and pushups***

As I write this post, I so want to drop my blog from the virtual world that is the Internet.

I just finished making my rounds of the blogs I regularly follow (see right). This includes making comments on their posts. As I do so, I note the number of comments they had already received before my own.

I've noticed for quite some time now that many--if not most--of them have been slowly but steadily increasing over the past few weeks. Comments on my own, though, have fallen if not downright vanished. Suddenly thoughts such as what's wrong with my posts? and what's that m#$^%#^$(*@!! have that I don't have? welled up in my heart. Especially disconcerting were the comments over at some blogs whom I know started way later than Words, Weights, Whatever.

Then the rational side of me popped up and smacked my growing jealousy out the door and into the lavoratory that is my primal brain. It reminded me why I started blogging in the first place. It admonished me in losing my purpose and my focus and had me doing one-legged pushups pyramid-style (i.e., ten pushups, pause, nine pushups, pause, eight....)

Ugh.

Yes, my rational side looks like a typical sensei but muscled like Jean-Claude Van Damme.

And on that note, I feel so much better.

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***Drawn Together (Episode Three)***

Our remodeling efforts continued last night. The floor contractor came over to take pics and measurements of our staircase since he'll be ordering the custom-built thingie and any mistakes will cost him. He's already ordered the wood. And The Spouse (TS) this weekend will be ordering the various appliances: the stove top, the overhead vent, etc. I need to select the sinks for the kitchen and washroom for my part.

Eek. It's really happening. We're actually redoing our house.

After a wonderful dinner, we returned home and just read while waiting to see the third episode of Drawn Together at 2230. Here are some of the high lights:

• You know those stupid competitions held by reality shows? Drawn Together parodied them by having the roommates break into teams: one to find the cure for polio and the other to put an egg in a bucket*. Winners get food while the losing team starves for a week.
  
• Baby that looked like a turd.
  
• Princess Clara's song about bullies. Let's just say some of the lyrics would have shocked Christians and Jews.
  
• What the starving Spank Ham did to Clara's animal friends.
  
• What Clara did to...never mind.
  
• The bulima jokes.
  
• Why Xandir doesn't have a gag reflex any more (and, no, it's not what you think. Much.)
  
• A certain "blockhead" in leather gear.
  
• A horny Ling-ling and a dead chicken all alone in a stomach for a week.

Overall, we enjoyed the show but it's definitely not for the easily offended or PC-zealots. Repeat tonight at 2200 PST. Next week is a repeat of the very first episode. Damn.

*The egg in bucket team won. Barely.

***Monday, Tuesday***

Ran errands Monday night. I really have to start looking closely at the foods on this bi-weekly run.

Started a new book: Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. I tried to continue Dragons of the Autumn Twilight by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman but it wasn't grabbing me. Ms Carey's book immediately did; the style's quite distinct.

Tuesday my friend CS and I saw the play, Late Nite Catechism*. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! My face hurted so much from laughter. CS said later that he laughed so hard he was concerned that the folks in the row in front of us would turn around. But the packed audience laughed just as loud and heartily as we did.

Some of the highlights:

• The nun reminding each victim...er...student (audience participant) to call her 'sister'.
  
• St. Joseph helping to sell one's house (and what happens when you don't dig him up....)
  
• Q & A (e.g. do nuns have hair?)
  
• The five signs of the stigmata.
• Lutherans in the audience (i.e., "What? Do you all come in a bus or something?")
  
• "Gangs" of nuns. Never be caught in a dark alley with a Sister of Merci. (Talk about a misnomer!)

I had already bought tickets for Late Night Catechism II for CS and myself for next week. Looks like another fun romp.

Overall, a wonderful evening. However, I woke up this morning with a crimp in my neck. Wonder if it was caused by so much laughing.


*And, no, you don't have to be Catholic to see the play.

***Weekend Words***

The Spouse arrived home far earlier on Friday than I anticipated which was great. We spent the evening watching anime and reading.

I woke to burning eyes when I tried to put in my contacts in on Saturday morning. Thus, following The Spouse's sympathetic suggestion, I went back to sleep. Woke. Sleep. Woke. Sleep. Then I finally woke up and read, finishing several books.

I spent the bulk of Saturday writing (see the latest post in Way of the Writer) while TS was on-call. I wrote in the coffeeshop and learned a couple of things: people seem to be getting younger and while I can write with music in the background, lyrics are far worse than the Editor when I'm writing.

Sunday The Spouse and I saw our contractors to make some final decisions for the remodeling. I haven't paid that much money since paying for our cruise tickets to Africa. And this is only half! Ugh. We relaxed the rest of the evening with dinner and walking around Barnes and Noble (of course.)