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There Goes Another Good Tube

Fuck!  As you may have heard, Bloglines is shutting down.  You can go ahead and read the reasons in the article, but all I could read when I went there is money money money money money money aaaannnnd...money.  There isn't any in maintaining an RSS reader.  What if I don't want to go to Facebook or Twitter to read what passes for a blog these days?

To everyone who is still writing a blog out there, no matter how boring or mundane - please, keep going.  I don't tell the people on my blogroll how much I appreciate their posts.  I don't read very much sponsored stuff.  I'm still kicking it old school, peering into people's heads.  The world will degrade a little further if we reduce ourselves to Twitter.

 

I Ate Too Monshe

One of the pleasures of time to kill downtown is a choice of great restaurants. I made a pit stop at my beloved Creperie today. It is the best restaurant to eat alone in - secluded & dim with classical music piped in. Except I shouldn't have had dessert. Now I have to slog to class with a load of books.

Missive From A Broad

I'm taking another night class on Tuesdays. This one is about Business Management, whatever that means. It is one more stepping-stone on the road to my purchasing designation.

Anyway, I have some free time, a Wifi signal and my iPod, so I thought I'd chat to myself. None of my friends text, the bunch of old farts. I can barely get them to e-mail me.

Someone at the table next to me is having a deep conversation with her cell phone so maybe I'll eavesdrop on that.

Wherein The Author Takes Personal Pride In Her Extreme Density

Mr. W and I re-joined our old gym last weekend.  Life got in the way of workouts about seven years ago and it's just re-settled itself at a point where we can afford membership, both in time and money.

And first but not least - the dreaded body assessment.  They don't just weigh you or pinch your skin anymore.  They had a machine that measured my total non-fat mass, fat mass and liquid mass.  And as I've been saying for years...

my "ideal" BMI is 25 lbs. over the total weight of my non-fat mass, ie. my bones, blood, skin, hair & other organs plus 25 lbs. equals my "ideal" BMI.  If that was the case I'd be near death, trust me.  I've always known BMI was a total piece of crap - now I have my personal statistics to prove it.

And I have a piece of paper that officially tells the world I'm big-boned!