30 minutes at 6 mph
that’s 7,200 steps
312 calories
not even a small movie popcorn no butter
feeling good, let’s push it - 90-second sprint at 9 mph
whoa god I’m sweating like a pig
thought that would never end
left knee cruelly protesting
though it’s the right that was injured
maybe I should strengthen it
dude why don’t you take a picture
it’ll last longer
12 minutes to go
dum-dee-dum
wish I could hold a book
could maybe set something up with masking tape
nah, couldn’t turn the pages
maybe listen to a book on tape
yeah
let’s push it again - 5% incline for 90 seconds
why does this feel so damn good?

…sucks, but it beats blogging from a hotel room in Baltimore.

“If The Two Towers wins Best Adapted Screenplay, T, I’ll eat your shorts”.

- Me, this morning.

Well, it’s not nominated for it. Yay! It is nominated for six Oscars including Best Picture (yay!), but not Makeup.

More on this topic later.

Here’s a shameless plug: I’ve read in many places that perfume laced with pheromones, chemicals excreted by the body that are believed to trigger a sexual response in others, actually works. So, if you want to be irresistible by this Valentine’s Day, you can buy pheromone concentrate to add to perfume here.

Hey, compared to some of the stupid things I’ve seen people try (honking, whistling, acting aloof), this can’t be much worse.

Speaking of which, what’s the stupidest thing you ever seen people do, to try to pick someone up? What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done?

I can’t believe this. I just realized, with an “oh SHIT” and my forehead falling into my hand, that I didn’t pay for my two coffees at the Yulblog meeting last night.

Shit shit shit. After the Brutopia incident (see don’t mess with montreal bloggers), which I have to point out was NOT my fault, I now truly am a deadbeat, and there is no reason why I should live this down.

To whomever ended up paying for my coffee: I’m sorry, and I’ll make it up at next Yulblog. CRAP!

Deadbeat and beet red me.

What is it with Hotmail? I’ve completely stopped using my hotmail account because of the spam I get there.

Today alone, I got offers to:
- go see Springsteen in Montreal for 499$
- have my penis enlarged
- book a cruise
- heat up my Valentine’s day with Vigel (TM), a product that enhances female libido
- fly to Boston for 213$
- win a seat on a mystery flight (yeah, sure)

Actually, I’ve totally given into it. Now, whenever I give my address to some service I suspect will end up spamming me, I give my hotmail address. Too bad. It was a good, popular service. Now it’s totally useless. Long live yahoo!

UPDATE: Before the stroke of midnight, I was also offered a free cellphone, and to make money off real estate without buying any (”read the testimonials!!!”).

Speaking of hobbits, I’ve found a temporary home-grown substitute for my Pippin fixation. It is, after all, a full ten months before I get to see another installment of the Lord of the Rings. Believe it or not, Canada AM has now become part of my breakfast ritual. Yep, the only thing that’s worse than finding a hottie on the CBC, is finding a hottie on the CTV. What can I say? He’s even a Tolkien fan.

For the last two nights, I’ve had nightmares bad enough to wake me up. Both involved my hurting someone (or something) physically, both involved Lord of the Rings characters. I’m not sure I really want to know what this means…

After seeing a bear pursuing Frodo and Sam, shooting out lasers out of its eyes, lightspeedchick says, “well, that doesn’t make any sense”.

Pippin replies in a thick Scottish accent, “Hey, it’s Middle Eerrrrth”.

Well, that wasn’t really the scary part.

I was looking through some recipe books at a library during lunchtime today, looking for inspiration for dinner. I get into food ruts, and It seems every time I buy a new recipe book, I end up gravitating towards one or two easy-to-make recipes, which I add to my cooking repertoire, and then I never touch the book again.

I decided against buying yet another volume that would undoubtedly end up gathering oil and strange smells on the shelf above my stove. After all, I thought, there are so many recipe websites, I can get it for free. But I have to say I’ve been disappointed on that front too.

So, boys and girls, who’s got a good recipe? What are you making for dinner?

This flash animation made me seasick, but it’s clever.

(thanks Doctor Wank)