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My new(est) intrest . . . SCIENCE!

Now-a-days . . . I seem to love looking at how much I weigh.

I think that I am really just excited that I may have finally stumbled upon my entry into the “Big Science Fair” that is (made up) coming up pretty soon – here – in the (not so) near future.

My experiment will probably be called something wordy – because that always sounds a lot smarter – when you can put lots and lots of words together – that is. Or maybe I’ll just go with something simple like “How Much Do I Weigh – Sometimes?!” – to let the research speak for itself.

The first entry into my “How Much Do I Weigh – Sometimes?!” journal will read as follows:

Tonight – before I took a shower – I weighed 170.00 pounds – and then I peed (please excuse the previous reference – but it is in the name of science – so take it at that – if you would please) – and I weighed 169.4 pounds (evidently if I peed 283.34 times – I would be gone – which is an interesting and frightening thought – and also a completely different experiment). I then took a shower and still weighed 169.4 pounds.

Today’s Conclusion: Showering does not effect weight. peeing does.

That is all for right now – but maybe I will update later with my newest question. Does Flank Steak stuffed with Parmesan cheese and spinach effect weight?!

I’ll bet that you can barely wait.

[update #20]

Alright – here is a “quick” rundown of some stuff that has caught my fancy in the past week (or so).

  • Last Thursday – when I got home from work (about 1:10 am or so), I had the “pleasure” of meeting two (2) very large raccoons. They were sooo huge and waddling and only about twenty (20) feet away from me – when I got out of the car that is . . . I, of course, had to try to get closer – but only got to about fifteen (15) feet before they scurried away. The really unfortunate part of the whole thing is that they weren’t very cute at all – just fat (about double Spot Elliot by my guess . . . or 45 pounds for those that don’t subscribe to the Spot Elliot frame of measurement).
  • Last Wednesday – on the way to the train (the Grand Central Train) back up to the (slightly more) frigid north . . . I stopped inside a shop – that I have been going to for years – to get a cookie. It is by far my favorite cookie – my favorite favorite. I was shocked to find out that the price had jumped from $1.75 to $2.00. I even said “What?! Did cookie prices go up or something?” and the man behind the counter shrugged and said “My boss . . . My boss . . .” – which was the best answer that he could have ever given. I took my cookie – paid – and ran.
  • Remember how I was having a “crummy day” last week?! Well I do – and I think that I have partially figured out why that was happening – I got all kinds of sick right around then – so I am pretty sure that was part of the whole “crummy-ness” of the overall situation . . . feeling better now – even though it is winter time in April – booooooooo.
  • Here is the last bit for this second in time – the other night (and this ties into the being sick thing – because I got to take medicine – which can sometimes lead to fun dreams) – blah blah – the other night – I was having a crazy dream which culminated with everyone telling me that I weighed 172 pounds . . . and by everyone – and mostly the reason for this post at all – is that none other than Robert Downey jr. did a guest spot – a cameo (if you will) – in my dream to tell me that I weighed 172 pounds. The (almost) best part was how medicine laced vivid everything was . . . but the (best) best part was when I woke up and weighed in at exactly 172 pounds – not a tick higher or lower on the digital scale. [And now I have officially stopped eating – because that is a high water mark for me – ahhhhh night time cookies . . .]

Friday Photo [#15]

[update #19]

Today is one of those crummy days that other crummy days live most of their lives aspiring to be – but never actually achieving – because, today, the depths of “crummy-dom” are so deep that there is no way that any but the crummiest of crummy days could ever become what a crummy day today is.

Seriously – I’m not sure that it is all that bad – but it is a day where I worked super duper late (4:30 a.m.) and then had to get up to finish off a bunch of stuff before catching an early train to get to a meeting. None of that stuff is at all really that crummy – though. The crummy part sneaks in with the cold dreary heavy rain that makes you want to stay in bed and hide under the covers – mixed with a wet dog that decided not to pee when we went for a walk in the deluge –and a level dose of the (need for) sleeps and the sleeps and the sleeps.

I just thought of the best plan – instead of writing for the next 1/2 (half) hour . . . I think that I may be better served by visiting with my pal – Mister Naperstein – or better yet, even, Misses Napeltinenbaum. They always seem to make me feel better.

Sleep well chickens . . . sleep well.