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Y’know, you hear all the time about inchoate longing but nobody ever talks about the choate kind. Probably because not many people yearn to defeat Tammany Hall nowadays. Me, I’d be happy just to see Bat Boy there again.

The relationship of any of the above to my just having returned from Boston is left as an exercise for the reader, ’cause the lot of you are getting kinda flabby. Me, I think I’m gonna see if I can start dragging my lazy ass out of bed an hour earlier and rejoin the gym. But not tomorrow. (I seem to always come home from Boston with renewed enthusiasm for fitness. Must be the beans.)

Stayed at lyonesse’s, met ceo and coraline and, um, other people whose LJ names I can’t recall, dammit. Spent less time than I ought with cthulhia, ’cause I’m a doofus. Spent less time than I’d have liked with mamishka, but that’s always so. Found a couple of Jim’s Big Ego CDs at Harvard Square; failed to find the fourth Kane TPB in four different comics shops. (I’m running out of places to look. What’d be an appropriate sacrifice to the god of comics?)

I must remember to look up the Chinatown bus schedules before blithely assuming that they run hourly at night. I got to Fung Wah at 9 PM, and discovered that the next bus after 8 was at 11:30.

"Gravity, my boy! Gravity!"

Bwah-ha! Mike Sterling summarizes issue #355 of Superman (January 1981), in which Supes fights Isaac Asimov!

”Pumped a lotta ’tane down in New Orleans”

The weekend’s trips seem to have left me with the early stages of a cold. Who’d’ve thought waiting in the cold rain for an hour for a bus could do that? On the up side, the phlegm coating my vocal cords let me hit some nice low notes singing “Proud Mary” in the shower this morning. I think I brushed up against our bathroom’s resonant frequency.

While hunting for something else, I found a post from last year about what I was eating last spring, right around the time I first dropped below 270 pounds. This was before Body for Life, while I was alternating Heavyhands around the neighborhood with simple dumbbell routines in my bedroom. The food looked really good. I’d forgotten how much I liked eating healthy and exercising. So I stopped off at the supermarket for veggies, and took out enough money for a month’s gym membership. Now to see if I can get up at 7 tomorrow. Short term target: 250 by the end of April. Longer terms: 220 by Worldcon, 200 by the end of the year. (If you’re the wagering type, put money on the first target, but not the other two.)