You know, I am just so wiped out today I can't even think of anything pithy to say. I didn't even get on the treadmill until late afternoon because I just couldn't drag myself out of bed to get it done in the morning. Then I had kind of a rough afternoon with my son (some days dealing with autistic obsessions is hard, yo). But you know what? It's all good. I felt better after my workout, I had a nice dinner with my wife, and life is good.

But before I go to bed, let's talk about the awesome new backup TARDIS control room.

True story: I first heard of St. Paul's Cathedral in London because of Doctor Who. If you don't know anything about the show, you might think "that's nice."  If you are a big fan of the show, you might assume that I (a young American boy in the Pacific Northwest at the time) learned about it from the classic story The Invasion with the iconic scene of the Cybermen marching down the steps of St. Paul's. But no, my first exposure to the cathedral in pop culture was from reading the novelization of The Seeds of Doom. There is a scene towards the climax where someone asks the Doctor how large the Krynoid will grow, and he replies "About the size of St. Paul's Cathedral..." Ten-year-old me had to go to the school library and look it up in the Encyclopedia Britannica (fitting!) to understand the reference, and I went on to read all about the history of the cathedral and its importance during the Second World War. So there you have it, Doctor Who achieved its stated mission of being an educational television program for young viewers!

So let's talk about the giant plant.

I had a very late night last night with work (major software release), and a busy day today, and I don't have much to write about here. There's another damn hurricane in the Gulf, but it's not coming anywhere near here so I guess I don't have to worry about our roof getting any worse. We're just going to have lousy weather for the next few days. Which is fine, I guess, I can always just stay inside and use the treadmill.

Speaking of which, let's talk about plant zombies.

Today marks five consecutive days under 260 lbs, and for three of those days I came in at more than fifty pounds lost since I started this project. I keep saying I don't have any specific weight goal for the project, and that my motivation is to feel better and not just specifically to lose weight, but I also have to say that it feels mighty good to have consistently crossed that fifty pound line the past few days. Any further weight loss from here is almost certainly going to be incremental and hard-fought, but I do have a fantasy that I will get below 250 before Thanksgiving (at which point I will probably shoot right back above it for at least a few days [I really seem to have a fondness for parentheticals {I should probably do something about that}]).

Anyway, Doctor Who, let's talk about it.

Another day, another hour on the treadmill. My brain is kind of burned out right now, coming off of the furious activity to stage and perform my very first cabaret (it was a huge success). That being the case, I have nothing exciting to say above the fold.

As of this morning, I have now watched one half of all television episodes of Doctor Who that have ever been produced. That includes watching reconstructions of every single missing episode. I have been at this since the 20th of February, seven and a half months of viewing and treadmilling, and I have made it from November of 1963 up to January of 1976. Of course that doesn't mean I am halfway done in terms of time. Thus far I have been watching two twenty-five-minute episodes per day, and I will be continuing at that for a good long while yet. But there is a point during the Sixth Doctor's era where the episodes go to 45 minutes, so it will be one per day for those, and then the modern series episodes will all be one per day since they are full hour episodes. I haven't mapped out exactly when I will finish with the main series, but I expect it will be sometime next summer. After that I have Torchwood and The Sarah Jane Chronicles and the like. I am a good long way from being done. But today? I hit fifty percent on episodes, which is a pretty nifty milestone. Even better, when I weighed in this morning I was still more than fifty pounds lighter than when I started this project. How cool is that?

So anyway, today I started in on the Frankenstein pastiche. Let's talk about that.

So, the big news today: This morning for the first time since I began this project, I weighed in at more than fifty pounds lighter than when I started this project. I am very, very happy with this result. The days of losing two and three pounds per week are far behind me, all of the easy progress has already been had, at this point it is a battle to make any kind of incremental progress. Which, I feel amazing, so I am happy with what I have accomplished so far. But I am also greedy and want a little bit more. Go figure. Anyway, I also watched the back half of The Android Invasion today.

The great thing about Classic Who is that, even when you have a wobbly story like Pyramids of Mars you never have to wait long to get a truly great story. The Android Invasion is a veritable who's who of Who -- written by Terry Nation in his only non-Dalek story since the first season's Keys of Marinus, directed by former producer Barry Letts, featuring the last appearances of John Benton and Harry Sullivan, and also a major villain role played by Milton Johns, who had previously appeared in the very excellent Enemy of the World. What I'm saying is, I really enjoyed today's viewing on the treadmill.

Let's talk about that.

What a day. I slept in, which was nice, and then did my hour on the treadmill. Then I installed my monster new monitor for writing code (seriously, it is a widescreen monitor in portrait mode and about two and a half times size of my other one). Then it was off to rehearsal for my cabaret that happens tomorrow, and then wrapped up the evening by seeing Mark Kozelek in concert. Now all I need to do is write this blog post and get to bed.

Since I started this project on February 20th of 2016, prior to this week I had only missed a total of six days in more than seven months. Them's pretty good numbers. Even an actual, literal hurricane did not cause me to miss a day. Sadly, this week I missed three consecutive days due to an annual planning meeting for work. This past Tuesday I totally should not have missed, I just didn't get out of bed early enough. That night I flew to Texas, spent all day Wednesay and Thursday in meetings and team building events, and then flew home late last night. This morning I finally got back on the treadmill and started watching a new story. So now my tally is missing 9 days out of 224. Still not so bad from a commitment standpoint.