Inert Ramblings

Month: November 2003

  • Breakfast

      Phase: Induction

    • Handful peanuts
    • Handful smoked almonds
    • Water: 17 oz.

  • Weigh-in

    Weight: 221.4
    Body Fat: 29.1%

    Since my Eat Watch software is broken due to Palm OS sync compatibility issues after upgrading my Mac OS X machines from Jaguar to Panther, I’ll be starting to update the blog with my weigh-ins. It’s probably for the better anyway because I’ve gotten e-mails from people asking me how I can run a diet Web site and not post my weight. Those people just weren’t digging through the site hard enough but, if someone can’t find something, that tells me that my site navigation is lacking somehow.

    On a side note, I mentioned on Saturday that I’ve been a bad monkey and was stuffing myself with low-carb goodies because I was so hungry all day. Ditto for Sunday…I couldn’t keep enough food and water in my system to make me feel full.

    Well, I’m down 0.8 pounds since Friday. High metabolism what?

  • Dinner

      Phase: Induction

    • Tacoless salad with ground beef, taco seasoning and hot sauce, greens, shredded parmesan and a low-carb wrap.
    • Water: 12 oz.

  • Lunch

  • Breakfast

      Phase: Induction

    • Handful mixed nuts
    • Beef jerky

  • I’m a closet gamer…

    And I’ve been outed! There’s a reason I don’t own a Playstation 2 or a Windows PC capable of actually playing the latest breed of 3D multiplayer games. I’d get absolutely lost in them. I’d get addicted to them. I wouldn’t leave the house. Or bathe. Or go to work.

    I’m at a LAN party right now, but I showed up a little late. The party started Friday at 6:00 PM and I didn’t show up until Saturday at 8:00 PM or so. It’s now Sunday morning, 9:00 AM, and I just woke up. I’m up bright and early with a refreshing three hours of sleep in me. I’m the only one awake; everyone else is still comatose and passed out on miscellaneous beds and couches around the house. At least, the lucky ones are. The latecomers got the carpet with their sweatshirts for pillows.

    Sometime between 6:00 AM and now the local Battlefield 1942 server went down and I’m unable to get connected to it. Deacon was kind enough to let me take over his machine to play and, since I can’t get back to sleep, I figured I’d get some practice in on the game. It’s the first time I’ve ever played it and it’s fantastically addicting.

    Either way, since the wife has one of her girlfriends over, I may be here for a while getting the gaming thing out of my system.

    Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to go sit back down and become a zombie…

  • Party

      Phase: Induction

    • 4 hot dogs
    • 1 hamburger
    • Steak tips

    I was a bad monkey. Well, calorie-wise, not carb-wise. I’m at a LAN party and, throughout the evening, just kind of snacked on whatever random miscellanea was pulled off the grill. The odd thing was that, no matter how much I ate, I was still starving. The scale will tell the tale over the next few days as I compare weight and body fat percentage.

  • Dinner

      Phase: Induction

    • Turkey tenderloin
    • Broccoli and cheese
    • Fresh greens with Caesar dressing and shredded parmesan
    • Water: 12 oz.

  • I’m so stuck on you…

    At some point in history, someone who works in the photo industry came up with the absolutely brilliant idea to start pasting paper strips to the edges of negatives. Not only would this make handling delicate films easier and more efficient, but lab technicians no longer had to be trained in the imperious art of common sense and assiduousness.

    No, the paper strips made things so much simpler, and each lab used a special feeding system that would utilize this groundbreaking technology! As word spread around that adhering a paper strip to the negatives meant that untrained monkeys could now be hired to run pharmacy photo labs, everyone unhesitatingly jumped on the bandwagon. Unfortunately, no real standard was masterminded and dozens of such feeder systems were devised to make handing negatives easier.

    That’s a pretty ugly baby you’ve got there!

    One of the most bewildering functions performed by these strips is the act of depositing white adhesive marks all over the emulsion of your negatives! If only I had come up with such an efficient method of destroying irreplaceable memories, I’d be rolling in the dough right now! But no. Some no-talent ass clown beat me to it and is now profiting from my misery as I discover face after face in my photo collection smacked with the ugly stick of adhesion.

    Proprietary what?

    As if the destruction of negatives wasn’t enough of a bonus to convince an avid photographer to utilize this system, turning negatives into proprietary masters should definitely convert anyone over to the darkroom side! For over a century, the 35mm standard has been used and basically guaranteed that any strip of 35mm film could be printed by anyone with basic darkroom equipment.

    But now, a permanent randomly-sized tumefaction has been been added to the film strip to make normal printing and scanning procedures obsolete. Like any other cancer, attempted removal of the tumor could result in the destruction of the host. Successful removal still leaves behind a malignant gooey virus that spreads to any surface that touches it. Emulsion. Lenses. Fingers. Prints. Envelopes. Nothing is safe.

    And, for anyone who’s never worked with film before, the solvents required to remove the adhesive will permanently blemish the surface. Why is no project ever simple?

  • Breakfast