What's pickle loaf? It sounds horrible.

Basically bologna-like lunchmeat with little bits of sweet pickle and pepper scattered through it. The prepackaged stuff in supermarkets is heinous, but I like some fresh deli varieties.

See, if you'd just come offstage in ninety-whatever and tried it with me...

Heh. Although I suspect the "just coming offstage" part might have been tricky for me....

I did have a guy offer to buy me a drink once. So I said OK. Then he asked me if I'd slow-dance with him, and I said no. (I suggest he ask my friend, who was gay. But then my friend got mad at me for that.)

He never got me that drink. What seemed weird to me is this wasn't even at a gay bar.

My mom just joined Facebook. Now that will keep me from posting any unwise status updates.

Parents on Facebook really cramp one's style. As do 12 y-old nephews --he's the primary reason I don't swear a blue streak on there.

Facebook really needs partitions. Friends, Professional, Family at the very least.

The best sex I ever had was the result of sending a drink to a cute preppy guy that I thought was sightseeing at the nightclub with girlfriend/wife in tow.

ION, Foam dinosaur bones are the greatest couch replacements ever

More: living with dinosaurs

The big limiter for me on facebook is the minister who married us, who used to be my youth pastor. It would be my niece, but I know she used to like Weebl & Bob so I figure I needn't worry there.

I'm getting (somewhat) back on a weightloss plan.

Yesterday's lunch was stripped down (chicken salad sandwich, no cheese, no dessert/cookies), but dinner was McDonald's, so that was a big fail. I just made an appointment for next Wednesday to go to a weightloss doctor for medication (appetite suppressant), a diet plan, and exercise plan, with the option for counseling. However, my insurance isn't paying a dime of it (HMOs really suck sometimes), so this will be a restructuring of my money (I always eat takeout, now I'll be paying for weekly doctor's appointments and eating at home).

My mom's been on me to decide what I want for my birthday next month, and was pleased when I told her today that I want an exercise bike to put in my bedroom for morning and evening workouts. (Takes up less room than a treadmill, but still is good for the cardio.)

I think I'll see what kind of weight I can lose before the beginning of summer, and then sign up again at my local pool for regular swims to add to my workouts.

Basically bologna-like lunchmeat with little bits of sweet pickle and pepper scattered through it

Mmm. Yeah, lost me at lunchmeat.

Although I suspect the "just coming offstage" part might have been tricky for me....

He did have a good set working in his favour. And I'll leave that sentence just as it is.

DIDN’T YOU KNOW? FACEBOOK IS FOREVER:

I know a computer science professor who runs the same Facebook experiment every semester. He invites his students to stand up in front of the room and show everyone their Facebook page on the big screen. No one has ever taken him up on the offer.

Why? They’re embarrassed, of course.

That's so weird. Not that I'm active anymore, but even when I was I'd totally show anyone my page. My only hesitation would be that they'd friend me. The page at the end was more restrained than it had been, but even at my most active it was appropriate for university students, if not my parents.

Every one of them seems happy to share all those funny photographs, witty Wall postings and status updates with everyone on the planet. They just don't want to do it in public, in person.

But it's not everyone on the planet. It's just to people you've friended. What's up with him?

My mom just joined Facebook. Now that will keep me from posting any unwise status updates.

My family's techno-idiocy is not always a bad thing.