The other night I caught and watched an episode of Odyssey 5 on Showtime. That's the show featured in the now famous (infamous?) "...and then the Earth exploded!" vid from Vividcon a while back. For some reason I'd thought this show was regular cable--Sci Fi or something like that--and that Showtime just happened to be running it, but in fact I think it was originally with Showtime. In any case, the first time I heard a character say "motherfucker!" I perked up with more attention. It's a cool show, visually interesting, sharp, and an immediate interest-grabber. It doesn't seem to be on DVD, which is too bad, and it also didn't come up on the On Demand menu. I pout. The world should be ordered to my convenience! Just so you know.

I've refrained from posting a lot of stuff about my exercise regime here, mostly just because, but partly because that sort of thing can be a touchy subject, laden with ambivalencies for people. For example, there have been plenty of times when I've tried very very hard to embrace the fat-acceptance principle on a personal level (rather than a broader, more philosophical one that applies to other people and to society and so on), and at those fragile times other people's writings on weight and beauty issues--the whole subject is a news-article industry--can rub me the wrong way as often as the right. Anyway. Yesterday I hit a highly symbolic weight-loss milestone and I'm very giddy. Yay, me!

(My trainer tries to get me excited about strength and endurance milestones, but they're not so well-marked as weight loss, because we're not really tracking those things, like on charts. Still, it's all good.)

I feel like I had more to say, but I have a meeting now.