I just finished wrestling with my home wifi network, and now that I have it beaten into submission I really want to just go to bed. Especially because I know that tomorrow is going to be a very long day, work-wise. So I am going to keep today's commentary brief.

Yes, I watched the back half of Vengeance on Varos. Yes, I liked it. Let's talk about that.

On Friday I had an epic treadmill workout in which I went at 5 mph for the entire 55 minute session, the fastest and furthest I have gone over the course of this ridiculous project. In the past two days I have not been able to duplicate that effort, not even close. Perhaps tomorrow. At least the last two days my weight has been moving back in the right direction after spiking again. I am finding 240 to be the most difficult and elusive barrier yet. That's ok, though. I'll get there. (Or I won't, and that's coll too.) In the meantime, today I started a new story, and boy is it a doozy.

Let's talk about that.

Look, I'm not fat shaming, I agree with Peter from Average Joes I think you are awesome just the way you are. What I am saying, though, is that if you are a Mondasian who has decided to bit-by-bit replace his entire body with cybernetic parts, and rise the through the ranks of Cybermen to become the CyberController, wouldn't you pick... slimmer parts?

He's not fat, he's big boned

Let's talk about that.

Today was easily the fastest and the furthest I have ever gone on the Time Treadmill in a normal 55 minute session. I went at a straight 5mph non-stop for the entire duration, walking 4.58 miles during that time. I thought that 5mph would be at or near my crossover point, but surprisingly that is still a (very fast) walking pace for my stride. I didn't think I would last the entire session, but by the last fifteen minutes it became a matter of will to tough it out. It felt really good.

Also surprisingly good: Today's episode. Let's talk about that.

I had a pretty awesome time tonight, which was a nice counter balance to this morning (which I will get to presently). Tonight I was hanging out at my usual Thursday night thing, singing at my local open mike night. I had just finished a two song set on guitar, and then the MC says, "Next up, Joey wants to sing a song..." It turns out that Joey was none other than Joey Fatone, whom you might remember from NSYNC. He's a nice guy, and also my celebrity stalker (not that he knows me from Adam) -- he keeps showing up at places where I am at. So anyway, I'm glad I didn't know he was there until after I finished singing. I probably would have choked. Or, worse, attempted an acoustic cover of Bye Bye Bye.

The other big thing that happened this evening was that my housing development was completely closed off by the police for several hours. Turns out that a guy (who will surely be nominated for Father of the Year) left his car running with his four-year-old daughter in the back seat while he ran inside a local pawn shop, and while he was inside another guy decided to steal the car without realizing there was a kid inside. As soon as he realized that he was a kidnapper on top of being a car thief, he ditched the car in my neighborhood with the kid still inside. The child is fine, btw, although I bet her mother isn't very impressed. So anyway, the police sealed off the entire area while the searched for the suspect. There were police cars everywhere, helicopters, news vans, the whole deal. Big excitement. As far as I know, they never caught the guy. I bet dad gets cited for reckless endangerment of a child, though.

As for my morning, I only have two things to say about it. So let's get to it.

Really? Really?!? More than eleven months of hard work, enjoying even the mediocre and bad stories, coming off of arguably the best of the Fifth Doctor ere, and here we are with the most annoying, unpleasant, screw-you-fans Classic Who story ever made. I get the desire to shake things up and move in a new direction, but this? This is just gross malpractice.

So let's talk about it.

Wow, forty days went by quickly. Considering I spent over two months each with the First, Second, and Third Doctors, and a full three months with the Fourth, it seems like Five came and went at blinding speed. It will only get worse from here, Six should only take me about three weeks. In any case, as of this morning I have finished the Peter Davison era and am now tumbling into Colin Baker's. I also woke up fat this morning, which was a bit frustrating, so it seems like getting below 240 is going to be a real battle. Which I guess is fine, but I have become just competitive enough to want to cross that next milestone.  Time will tell.

So let's talk about Peter Davison's last day as the Doctor.