Another quick one today. Tonight I have my very first ever sitzprobe, and I am all kinds of excited. It is not, as it might sound, an elective medical procedure. Rather it is a musical theatre thing where the singers and orchestra rehearse together for the first time in a show. Every musical I have done previously has been tracked, or at most had a piano accompaniment, this is the first show I have done with an actual orchestra. How cool is that? Anyway, I did watch Blake's 7 today on the Time Treadmill, so let me tell you all about it.

Just a short update today, because I have to get ready for a show rehearsal. But I did watch me some Blake's 7 on the Time Treadmill this morning, so let's get this done.

Here in the US it is Memorial Day today, so I would like to start off by taking a moment to honor the soldiers who have paid the ultimate price. I myself wore the uniform back in the late 80's, and through nothing more than pure luck I was never asked to serve in combat. I separated from the Army the same month that Iraq invaded Kuwait, and my unit went. I know that some of the men and women that I trained with at Fort Dix, Fort Eustice, and and in the 92nd Transportation Company ultimately served in the Iraq War, and I am equally certain that some of them never came home. I don't like to talk about politics here, and I am not about to start today. I will simply say that I did, in fact, take some time today to remember and honor those who have served. 

But anyway, moving on to Blake's 7 and working out...

It's been four days since I last posted, but on three of those days I did work out and watch Blake's 7. So let's get caught up.

Whenever I am feeling down, at least I can console myself that I will probably never die by being crushed and suffocated by airtight expanding foam during a deep space hull breach event. So at least I've got that going for me.

It's a new day here at the Time Treadmill Command Center. Having exhausted the entirety of officially broadcast Doctor Who stories, I have moved on to other similar programs of the same era. Ok, fine, that era spans more than fifty five years, but still..  For decades I have heard about Blake's 7 but have never watched it. This morning, that all changed.

I have been really lax in updating this blog for for the past month. Some of the reasons are good, some of the reasons are not so good. I hope you will forgive me, my dear imaginary readers, for my lapse. After more than two years of near-daily updates, I got a little behind. But it doesn't mean I wasn't working out or watching Doctor Who, not by a long shot.

So, this happened today...

Holy cow, it's been a month? I got a sinus infection, which turned into an ear infection. Then I had to take an unplanned trip to the other side of the country for some family stuff. Then I got back to working out, but got another cold. Plus I got wrapped up in rehearsals for a show I am in. Mostly, though, I got a little behind on posting and then each day it got more difficult to catch up. So this is me saying, hi, I'm still alive and still on the treadmill. Tomorrow I will catch up with my data entry, and fill you in with what I have been watching. Friday I have a date for a photo op with David Tennant and John Barrowman, so I expect I will have a little somethign to post then. Thank you to everyone who reached out to me to see if I was ok. I really am, but I appreciate your concern. More tomorrow.

As you, my dear imaginary readers, have surely noticed, I am not posting here nearly as often as I used to. The simple truth is that after two full years of writing on this blog very nearly every day, and after watching almost a thousand episodes of Doctor Who and its various spinoffs, I just don't feel the need to write on a daily basis. That doesn't mean that I am not working out, or that I am not still watching Doctor Who. Quite the opposite. It does mean that I have been shaking up my routine. That led to this past week's encounter which I would like to talk about. Here, then, is the tale of how I quite literally worked my ass off for two full years only to be called Morbidly Obese by a perky twenty-something personal trainer.