He's talking numbers and I'm getting confused.

He also had a laugh line that went over like a lead balloon.

I think Judge Ginsberg is asleep.

Oh, Boener's going to cry now.

Shrift, I'm sorry for your loss, and wish you mighty herding-fu.

Also not watching the SotU. Just...meh. I assume if snakes fall from the ceiling, it will be on YouTube within 20 seconds and then I can just re-watch in the comfort of my laptop.

And I do prefer bacon to oatmeal, in general, but I don't want bacon every day, which is what she's saying is okay. I think.

Yeah, that's what I took from it.

Me, too. I really like Michelle (Fat Nutritionist) and what a moderate, gentle approach toward food she takes.

Actually, this relates to a conversation I had recently about knowing the calorie counts at restaurants -- it made me feel fine about my occasional McD's meal, because on those days, it is the bulk of my food, and that actually works out to a reasonable calorie number in the end. Not a weight loss number, but I don't care about that.

I started tracking what I eat on Livestrong's MyPlate back in November (and then stopped when I got really sick, and re-started a couple of weeks ago), and what it always reminds me is that EVERYTHING COUNTS. I don't mean that in an obsessive way, like, "I can't have cream in my coffee because it adds 20 calories OMG!"

I mean it more in the sense of...it all adds up, like monetary debt. And faster than I think (also like monetary debt). And it's cool to see how exercise gives me a margin of more to eat (and yup, that's exactly how I look at it, which I don't think is a bad way to view exercise -- want to eat pumpkin cheesecake ice cream? 30 minutes on the bike is a fair tradeoff in my book).

And, honestly? It's shifted my perception a little bit about weight and/or weight gain. I am still all about fat acceptance, and I will cut anyone who starts in with me with the fat-hatin'. (Not here; I mean in general.) That said -- tracking my food has made me realize how easy it is to eat more (sometimes...uh, probably often...WAY more) than I think I'm eating. Because, like I said, EVERYTHING COUNTS.

None of that is in any way an attempt to explain why anyone other than me weighs what they do. People's bodies are their own, and I have no desire to accuse them of habits that I have no way of knowing whether they engage in. I'm just saying that, for me, I really had ignored how much I was really eating, because it's freaking easy to do.

(Also? Pumpkin cheesecake ice cream? Oh my god so good you will cry.)

I need to find something to do besides just teach. My life is getting boring. So far, I've found some art classes, and a young professionals group that meets once a month. There's got to be something to do around here.

I'm sorry about your loss, shrift. I hope your relatives are less problematic than you expect, and that things go easily for you and your mom.

Ahrg. Just had to make a late night run and hunt for keys. Co-catsitter didn't realize I had a set and so hid the keys on the property. Even though she knows where I live and could have shoved them through the mailslot (and it is on the way.) Anyway, didn't feel comfortable leaving them under a rock for a day, not on that street, so went and found them. They have a lot of rocks.

My shoes arrived from Zappos yesterday, but I didn't get around to opening the box until just now. And for some reason, Zappos included a can of Red Bull in my order. Um. Whaaat?

All I can come up with is an obscure joke involving Hermes (he was fast because his shoes HAD WINGS -- and Red Bull GIVES YOU WINGS -- so there's the tenuous Red Bull/Zappos connection).

Yeah, I got nothing.

Somebody needed packing material, and the next guy on the line wasn't watching his Red Bull stash close enough?