Another day gone by

Well, about the only thing pro­duc­tive I did today was work­ing out. I went with Jeff and so I got to do bench­press­es, which I don’t do if I go alone. Some things just should­n’t be done with­out a spotter.

I was amazed at the num­ber of beau­ti­ful women at the gym this after­noon, too. And I don’t mean the cook­ie-cut­ter Cal­i­for­nia bitch kind of toned, tanned, blonde and bony that we see around here so much, I mean real­ly beau­ti­ful. Drop-dead gor­geous with per­son­al­i­ty. Stun­ning. Just stunning.

I watched Star Trek: Enter­prise this evening. I avoid tele­vi­sion almost total­ly, but I can’t give up Star Trek. Don’t much want to either. A guy’s got­ta have some vices, right? But I real­ly do feel it’s a vice because it’s on at the same time as my med­i­ta­tion group. I feel bad about not going to med­i­ta­tion so I can watch TV. Unfor­tu­nate­ly I don’t trust the recorder. Maybe I should prac­tice it with some show I don’t care about.

The young lady in Kansas City seems to have gone cold on me just as rapid­ly as she got hot on me. Meet­ing peo­ple online is so weird, and THAT is so weird to me because many of my best friends are peo­ple that I first met online. Sure, those were dial-up BBSes, not peo­ple I met on some web­site, but it’s still iron­ic that I’m so weird­ed out about meet­ing peo­ple online when I’m what you might call an ear­ly adopter.

Last thought for the moment: I’d REALLY like to have a Live­Jour­nal client for my New­ton. That would ROCK.