Time travel rules!

I'm sure by now many of you are wondering how the previous post got there. Well, all it took was an aluminum sports car and the device I drew after falling off a toilet in 1955.Okay, fine, it's a setting I can change when writing the post. I can make it look like I posted something as far back as 1990. Which is silly, seeing as how Google wasn't around then, nor was CSS (the stuff that makes the templates for these blogs look so good). Shoot, Berners-Lee barely had his head around the World Wide Web at that point. In any event, hello. Sorry for not posting Friday as promised. I came home that night fully aware of the fact that I'm a moron around women (more on that later) to find that the dog had eaten my brand new loaf of Weight Watchers bread. Ugh. I hate that dog. I believe I'm still on record as the sole member of my household who was entirely against the acquisition of said animal. In any event, I was in no state to write. But now that Sunday morning has finally rolled around, and my moroseness had given way to laziness which gave way to tiredness which has finally subsided, I'm fully in that state. Yet, the construction of that last sentance implies the opposite. Weigh-in went much better this week. I dropped another 3.8 pounds, bringing me up to 18.8. If all goes well this week, I'll have lost twenty pounds plus come Friday. Of course, the way I ate this past Friday night could mess that up, but everything was accounted for and I used my weekly Points accordingly. This near-binge was brought on by being in a Ruby Tuesdays resturant. The man who hired me for this crazy job I do was taking another job in Arizona. Thus, a going-away party was in order. I had the usual fare that I'd have there, staying well within my daily Point range. Then, I made the mistake of looking at the dessert menu. It was like Superman being hit with Kryptonite. It was like Green Lantern surrounded by the color yellow. Cheesecake. There was cheesecake on the menu. Granted, it was listed as "Low-Carb" cheesecake, but whatever. I ordered it, and enjoyed it. Haven't had it in quite some time. Won't have it for a long time coming. I'll be very good the rest of the week. I'll also be hitting the step tonight and walking every day this week (barring bad weather). The other oddity at this party arose when I noticed that a nice redheaded girl from Philadelphia was actually talking to me. Just a female speaking to me isn't entirely out of the ordinary, but usually they don't have any other choice. In this case, there were two dozen more interesting people there than I. I think she just wanted someone her own age to talk to. Most of the people there were middle aged men. I played along, but with effort comprable to Al Bundy running a marathon. Some blonde guy on another account got her number. He goes to Philly often. At that point, I didn't care. My first trip to Philly won't be for women. Nay, it'll be for wrestling and Tony Luke's Cheesesteaks. Then I got home. After watching an old ECW tape (I guess Philly was still on my mind), I started reading Megatokyo. Piro, the shy male hero of the webmanga, was carrying on a solid conversation with the girl he was interested in. Shoot, he even sought her out in the Anna Miller's resturant she worked in. If Piro can pull it off, why can't I? Granted, his interest in Kimiko was strong and I'd only just met that girl, but the least I could have done was at least appeared interested. I should have played it cool. Instead, I came off introverted, shy and undesirable. Should have been Strong Bad, came off like Strong Sad. Just, you know, without the elephant feet. That part always threw me. In any event, my resolve has been stepped up. While it's hard to look at this is a missed opportunity (when am I ever going to Philly?), I could have used the practice. I won't be so fortunate as to be an editor on a student newspaper ever again. Chance Internet meetings only come so often. And I have really good feeling I'll be rather wary of introductions from coworkers (though the sentiment was nice). I will, sad as it seems, have to figure out how to meet women in places like bars, resturants, night clubs, retail establishments and government buildings. Places I'll likely go that don't involve a virtual space or cubicles. As always, if anything develops, I'll let you all know. Sorry for the long entry. Had a lot on my mind today. Expect a short update this week (penance for being late) and the usual Friday update (which shouldn't be delayed to Sunday). Hasta lumbago!