Well, yesterday's weigh-in was...uneventful. I didn't lose any weight, but I didn't gain any, either, and that's probably all to the good considering the dietary sins I committed on Tuesday.

With a family birthday to celebrate this weekend so I'm just bracing myself for the fact that Sunday and Monday both are going to be a total loss as far as weight loss. I mean, no loss. I mean...well, you know what I mean.

Monday we've both taken the day off and we're taking a bus up to Blackhawk to immerse ourselves in the wild and wooly excitement of low-stakes gambling. I hope they've got the same nickel machines we found in Reno. I have to say, being the shallow type, that it adds some thing to dropping your nickels in if you know that a big enough win means the little guy on the display is going to do a strip-tease for you.

Other than that...I'm working. Still. Some more. Bleah. As a refreshing change from writing procedures for docs to use to evaluate conditions I don't precisely understand, I'm writing information sheets about our programs for such procedures. I've gone from winging it, to winging it about winging it.

I've been loving seeing the West Wing Season one episodes on Bravo, but then two days ago I discovered that they're bringing S1 out on DVD in late November, and now I'm wondering why I'm still bothering to tape these every night?

(Also I'm wondering if Bravo is annoyed that the money they paid to repeat these is going to be hard to recoup since die-hard fans will buy the DVDs, but I don't care so much about that because my opinion of Bravo went drastically downhill when they started advertising that, "reality behind the reality tv" series. I used to think of them as a station that offered slightly more intelligent, edgier programming. Cashing in on the mindless idiocy of "reality" television doesn't qualify as intelligent. Okay, so they have the same need for ratings as any other station, but I reserve the right to be bitter.)

And, speaking of idiots and fandom (Well, we were. Sort of, anyhow.) it occurs to me that the internet might actually succeed in killing fandom or at least driving it back underground. Now that the babbling idiots and sock puppets have taken over and are making jackasses out of themselves in every public way and forum they can discover, maybe it's time for the real fans to go back off-line? We could go back to mailing our stories to each other, writing letter-zines, and throwing the occasional low-profile cons for face-to-face interaction. Whaddya think?

(I'm finding writing this blog to an audience of zero pretty entertaining.)