I think I’m over hard boiled eggs. For the past few weeks, I’ve been eating three of them just about every morning. Before you turn into my mother and accuse me of getting fatter by the second, I don’t eat the yolk. Just the whites. And now I’m tired of them. I have to find something new to get sick of at breakfast time.
I’ve been really bad about updating my picture of the day. I’ve taken one every day – haven’t missed – but I also haven’t posted. My bad. I should have some free time this weekend and I’ll make sure to post the past week’s worth. Not that any of you look at those pictures, but I feel obligated to apologize for my slack-ness.
I’ve recently thought about posting pictures featured on this blog directly to Flickr. It seems easy enough and then I don’t have to mess with as much html. But that means I’ll have to pay Flickr $29.99 for the rest of my life if I want the links to keep working. And I’m not sure I want to give them that much money. I mean, I pay the fee now, but what if in five years a better, cheaper alternative comes out? I’ll still be Flickr’s bitch. And it won’t be cool.
So I’ll continue posting directly to the site for the time being, which means I will continue to eat up space on servers. I don’t know much about the server – or company – that hosts this. I really out to check in with my Webmaster Extrordinaire and find out how this whole thing works.
Speaking of blogs, I recently came across the most beautiful and heartbreaking blog I’ve ever read. I think you should read it, too, but if you have a heart, make sure you’ve got a box of tissues handy. You very well may need them.
This bothered me yesterday. This seriously, truly bothered me yesterday:
So, I was in the corporate gym. There are five treadmills. I was on the treadmill in the center, the others were empty. Then a woman came in and got on the far right treadmill. So it went like this: empty treadmill, empty treadmill, me, empty treadmill, woman. Then a man came in and got on the treadmill between me and the woman. So it went like this: empty treadmill, empty treadmill, me, man, woman. wtf? Then another woman came in and got on the treadmill directly to my left. So it went like this: empty treadmill, woman, me, man, other woman. WTF? Why in the hell did no one get on the treadmill to the far left? Is it because I smelled so lovely that everyone wanted to be near me? I really have no explanation other than people here don’t know about exercise equipment etiquette. You should always give your fellow exercisers as much personal space as possible. There are some insanely smart people where I work (no, I’m not one of them), but man can they be stupid.
Oh, and the same goes for bathroom stall etiquette. Give people space when they’re doing their business.
On that note, I think I’m going to go ahead and wrap this up now. I’ve got a weekend full of nothingness ahead of me that I need to get ready for. And I’m happy about the nothingness, just so you know. It’s the last weekend of nothing until mid-September. Well, maybe until October, depending on how things go. More on that later.