Monthly Archives: April 2005

More progress

And at the end of the week, my weight was down a wee bit more to 203.2 pounds (14 stone 7.2 pounds, 92.2kg).

Now there’s a long weekend ahead, where I aim to take it very easy. Actually, it’s a very long weekend, as I’ve got next week off :grin:

Down a bit again

Thursday’s exciting weight figure was 204.4 pounds (14 stone 8.4 pounds, 92.7kg).

Walked to and from work again, but that was the limit of my exercise activity again.

Up a teeny weeny bit

A slight rise this morning. The weather was a lot better today, so walking to and from work was quite pleasant. I even wore my trendy designer sunglasses. :cool:

Not really this cool

Still on a break from the exercise routine – I’m aiming to start again at the weekend, and do as much as I can next week, as I won’t be at work. If the weather and my motivation keep up, I’ll have a couple of day trips to somewhere or other. Quite possibly a good walk along the coast to Souter Lighthouse, which I haven’t been to in quite a few years. We shall see.

Going down (and so’s Enterprise)

A slight improvement in my weight today: 204.6 pounds (14 stone 8.6 pounds, 92.8kg).

Watched Star Trek: Enterprise, which is creaking towards its conclusion. After the third season’s single running storyline[1], which actually worked rather well, and made me think that the series might not be completely dire, for the fourth (and final, as it turned out) season, they’ve been going for three-parters. Oh. Dear. Please. No. There’s nothing intrinsically[2] wrong with three-part stories, but so far we’ve had looooooong duuuuuulll drawn out bits that look like space fillers. And they’re raiding the Trek vaults in a rather icky manner. Oooh!!! It’s a young T’Pau! I was just relieved that none of the Vulcans we’ve met have turned out to be a young Sarek. But there’s another episode to come in the current unlikely story[3], so it may yet happen. Losing it[1] readers will probably hear me scream if it does.

Enterprise was always an oddity. It looked like they were trying to appeal to a “wider” audience than previous series, which is presumably why it starts with that bloody awful song and didn’t have the words “Star” and “Trek” in its title for the first couple of years. And by trying to appeal to everyone they managed to appeal to, well, not exactly no-one, but not a lot of people. And I still can’t deal with Scott thingy from Quantum Leap being in Trek. Mutter.

[1] Or “arc” as Hollyweird types apparently like to call that kind of thing
[2] This week’s big word :eek:
[3] Vulcans turning nasty, blowing up Earth embassy, loony xenophobic leaders, that kind of thing[4]
[4] And if I wanted to watch that, there’s more than enough party political broadcasts on at present :rolleyes:

Pirate Names

All very silly, but sometimes I just have to fill in silly internet quiz thingies. This is, allegedly, my, err, Pirate name.

My pirate name is:
Mad Tom Rackham

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

Have a go, and see who you are….

Doctor Who – it keeps getting better!

As I might have mentioned, I had high hopes for the new Doctor Who series. And the first episode with those lovely Autons was a good start. Then we had fun and games in the far future, followed by some delicious Dickensian devilry[1].

Following all that, the Doctor and Rose returned to present-day London for the first two-parter of the new series. The fun starts when Rose goes home to find that she has been missing for twelve months rather than the twelve hours that the Doctor had told her was the case[2]. After a, err, full and frank discussion with Rose’s formidable[3] mother, the Doctor and Rose go out on the roof of the block of flats, where they see an alien spacecraft fly overhead, trailing smoke and obviously in trouble. The spacecraft then heads to central London, where it smashes into Big Ben[6][7] before crashing into the Thames.

The action switches to 10 Downing Street, where a junior minister is told that, as the Prime Minister is apparently missing, and the rest of the Cabinet are away, he is acting Prime Minister. But there is obviously something going on…

After a diversion involving the “alien” recovered from the crashed space ship[8], the Doctor, Rose and assorted experts are gathered at 10 Downing Street. The Doctor realises that the spaceship crash was a diversion, and that the plan was to gather together all the people most able to combat an alien invasion. At this point, one of the people giving the briefing removes his disguise and appears as a huge alien creature, while another (the acting PM) activates deadly devices in the ID badges worn by the Doctor and the other experts. As everyone is surrounded in lightning-like discharges, the familiar music cuts in, and the episode ends. Classic stuff.

The second part, shown last Saturday was even more fun! Rose’s mother and Mickey, Rose’s much-maligned boyfriend have to deal with another of the aliens, while the Doctor, Rose and a backbench MP have a lot of fun running around Downing Street. It turns out that the plan of the Slitheen, as the aliens introduce themselves[9] is to start a global nuclear war, then sell the irradiated rubble of the Earth as fuel. Nice people…

As always, the Doctor saves the day with help from his friends[10]. As with previous episodes, the mixture of drama, humour and “wow factor” stuff is very well done. Eccleston’s performance as the Doctor is really superb – and we’re gradually being drip-fed information about his background.

And the next episode is the one that all Doctor Who fans must be most looking forward to[11] – it’s the one with the DALEK in it! Woooooooo hoooooooo!!!! EXTERMINATE!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!

Me? Over-excited? Naaaaaaaaah! :laugh:

[1] With Simon Callow doing a lovely Charles Dickens[4]
[2] The Doctor always did have a bit of trouble with the TARDIS
[3] Now there’s a nice word
[4] And with Swansea playing Victorian Cardiff[5]
[5] There’s not a lot of Cardiff left that looks the right age..
[6] The clock tower of the Palace of Westminster, which most people call by that name, even though “Big Ben” strictly speaking is the largest of the clock bells, the one that does the REALLY LOUD BONG
[7] Lovely bit of model work and a rather sad “bong”
[8] It turns out to be a pig
[9] This turns out to be a family name rather than anything conventional like a species..
[10] OK, he gets Mickey to hack into the Royal Navy and get a submarine to fire a missile at 10 Downing Street, killing the aliens, and destroying the building apart from the armour plated room that the Doctor, Rose and the backbench MP were holding off the Slitheen.
[11] Well, apart from the series coming back at all

Still too high, but at least I’m not so low

Well, I did drink a whole bottle of wine last night[1], so I’m not surprised that this morning’s weight was the same as yesterday’s at 205.4 pounds (14 stone 9.4 pounds, 93.2kg).

Started the day feeling generally low, but by the time I left the office, I was feeling a lot better. But I’m taking at least another night off the exercise programme – I feel like a rest would be a Good Thing at the moment.

[1] It’s Tesco’s fault – they’ve got 30% off Australian wine, and they had the always reliable Wolf Blass Yellow Label Cabernet Sauvgignon in stock, so I had to get a couple. And waddaya know, the 2003 WBYL[2] has now matured to the point of serious gluggability.[3]
[2] As its friends know it :cheesy:
[3] It’s one of those wines that really does improve with age. When a new vintage first appears, it’s really nothing special, but given time, it turns into something quite special.

Return of the bloat?

Now this is getting ridickerous. This morning’s weight was back up to an excessively high 205.4 pounds (14 stone 9.4 pounds, 93.2kg).

Been feeling generally down all day, so I didn’t feel like starting the usual exercise routine this evening. Mutter, mutter, etc.