Week in review

I've posted numerous times to the pomoxian email loop.

I've scrubbed the counters in all the nooks and crannies that have been ignored for a semester.

I went back to the gym to work out. Here's my routine: weigh self, curse, plug in headphones, run on treadmill while watching ESPN highlight reels, sweat, strain thigh muscle, walk, run, walk, adjust volume on iPod, watch iPod go flying off ledge to the madly careening conveyer belt below, bend to retrieve, only to be thrown from the Karate trained black belt, face and knees first onto the indoor-outdoor carpet, jump to feet quickly, pretend it didn't happen, plug back in, turn up volume, put on "I'm a serious worker-outer" face, finish 30 minute taste of hell, return to locker room where I strangle self with bathing suit, swim six laps (I'm so proud), soak in jacuzzi with the senior diabetics club (which makes me feel slim again), return to lockeroom, step on scale (why?) to see if I've lost a micro pound, shower and go home. Repeat when necessary (like every day, if I ever want to see those size two jeans come out of moth balls).

I shopped. You know, filled the cart, paid a lot of money, unloaded oodles of groceries and heard children exclaim: "Wow, there's food in the house." I highly recommend not having food in the house for long periods of time followed by reasonable amounts if you need to elicit praise from children.

I worked at my computer (writing about writing, reading about writing, laughing at bad writing on websites that claim to teach writing, snorted at ideas about what constitutes good writing by bad writers, reread some of my old writing and gaffawed at my own bloated ideas of what good writing is...).

I thought about theology. Yeah, so that's not new. I mostly thought about how weird it is to get a degree in something you not only can't prove (the existence of God) but that you could literally read and write thousands of pages about the topic and have to argue from conviction about the unseen, unfelt, immaterial. Some God somewhere is laughing.

I watched all the cool TV shows this week.
Favorite new cool show: On the Lot! Film directors make movies every week and the audience will vote on the best ones. Very cool.
Favorite finale of a show I don't follow: Lost. O.M.G.!!! Is that a crazy story or what? I have seen like five episodes in three years. But this one really got to me... I dreamt about it, went to online communities to read about it, went to fan sites, talked to friends.... all about a series I know next to nothing about... and determined that I have no life.
Favorite Idol: Was kicked off a week early (Melinda). However, Blake is my favorite performer and I expect great things from his fashionable little tukus.

Today I take Caitrin to the open outdoor swimming pools at the YMCA and I hardly slept I am so looking forward to it. Lounge chairs, no Internet access, sunshine, water and drumstick ice cream cones. Does it get any better?