Holy calamity, scream insanity.

Things are progressing incredibly slowly. Even more disastrously, I've seen nothing even remotely worth photographing recently. Choco was kind enough to photograph some pictures of 'Rock Sausage' using his camera/phone/microwave/particle-accelerator, however due to the lack of lighting and all the frenetic rocking out that was occuring, the photos are essentially useless. He was also kind/peverse enough to photograph me climbing last weekend, but I'm not about to start spreading around photos of my ga-doonka-doonk-doonk on the internet just yet. It's a slippery slope from there, and besides, that would violate certain distribution rights contracts.

Luckily, I have a backup picture tucked away.


My daily pilgramige to the chookshed revealed that it was a five-egg day today. In news even more riveting than that, I found some mushrooms when I took the dog for a walk. Avoiding obvious psychoactive puns, I made them into a scrumptious sauce which I had over toast for lunch, which was deeply satisfying.

Also, I had my third journal paper accepted to IEEE transactions on information theory! Party on, woo! Unfortunately, I now regard that paper as a big pile of steaming hot monkey shit, and quietly wish it would disappear. I'd much rather write 'fish are gay' on my genitals and dip them into a tankfull of pihranas than deal with getting that paper ready for publication.

I cranked up my bench-press weights at the gym yesterday. Go, beefcake! I'm actually more like a low-salt tofu burger. My current medium-term goal is to be able to get one of those eff-off big black fifty pounders on each side of the bar. Yesterday I went to forty-four on each side, but nearly popped the lower members of my digestive organs out the back in the process.