Look, this is the third one of these things I have written today. Which, on the upside, means I am caught back up. On the downside, I am esxhausted and dehydrated and just want to go to bed. 

So let's get this over with.

It's part two of a memory-bending timey-wimey story, and here I am with part two of catching up on my blog. I did do my workout on schedule, but on this day I worked dang near eighteen hours in order to kick a software release out the door. So now here I am with a back-dated entry about a moon shot.

So let's get it done.

It seems somehow fitting that, for a story about a foe who disappears from your memory as soon as you don't see them, it would be the very first time in the history of this ridiculous project that I have taken two full days to remember to write up the blog post. Well, I mean, it's not so much that I didn't remember and more that I have been wrapped up in a software release for the last two days and haven't had a spare moment to write. The good news is, my code finally made it to production late last night (or very early this morning, depending on your perspective) so now I have time to get this done.

So let's talk about astronauts, death, treasonous presidents, and Stetsons.

First off, I would like to wish a very happy birthday to Pear Mackie. I missed seeing her in person a few months ago, being busy with a show I was doing, but she was absolutely lovely to my wife. Thank you so much, Ms Mackie, I hope you are having a swell day wherever you happen to be.

As for me, yeah, I watched Doctor Who this morning. Like that's a shock. So let's talk Christmas.

Happy Memorial Day everyone! I had a lovely, lovely holiday spending most of the day with my wife (we went out to a double feature of Solo and Deadpool 2). After two weeks of focusing on my Fringe show it was nice to get to take a whole day off and do nothing of consequence. Tomorrow I dive back into work, and a week from Sunday I jump into my next show (Xanadu, yay!!)

But yes, I did watch Doctor Who this morning, so let's talk about that.

This is not at all treadmill or Doctor Who related, I just have to say: Last night I had easily the best stage performance of my life at the Orlando Fringe Festival. Sure, it wasn't a massive audience, but who cares? The small crowd who attended all had a great time, and I felt absolutely in the groove for the entire performance. A dozen songs, lots of stories, and a direct connection with everyone in attendance -- it was just sublime. I am about to leave for my final performance of this show, and I couldn't be more proud of what I have achieved in the last year or so. And this ridiculous project? It's a huge part of what has gotten me here. So thank you, my dear Imaginary Readers, for keeping me motivated and moving. I treasure each and every one of you (especially the ones who aren't actually imaginary).

Speaking of imaginary people, let's talk about today's episode of Doctor Who.

This morning I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Catherine Tate, a.k.a. Donna Noble, at MegaCon Orlando. As one would expect, she was absolutely lovely. I got her autograph on my Time Treadmill inspiration poster, and then got this photo with her:

Prior to that, however, I watched the Craig & Sophie episode of Doctor Who, so let's talk about that.

As I might have mentioned once or twice recently, I am currently doing a show at the Orlando Fringe Festival. The other day as I was walking around the festival grounds I had the pleasure of meeting Walter Michel DeForest, who performs a one-man show about the life of Vincent Van Gogh called Van Gogh Find Yourself. I have to say, the man was born to play Van Gogh (almost literally so, as he points out "Walter DeForest was born with a hole in his heart on July 30th. On July 30th, Vincent was buried. He died from a gunshot wound to the chest.")

Oh the sweet synchronicity, then, that today of all days I got to watch the Vincent episode. Let's talk about that.

I'm definitely not sick anymore. This morning I finally weighed back in at under 250, which was a huge relief. I know, I know, weight is not what this ridiculous project is about, it's about feeling good about myself physically and mentally, and I keep reminding myself about that fact. But my brain fixates on charts and numbers, and I haven't liked the chart, so here we are. I know it's irrational. That's ok, though, this whole project is crazy. 

Speaking of this ridiculous project, Rory died today (spoilers!). It's ok, though. He's died before and he will die again. It's just kind of what he does. So let's talk about that.

It's late. Like, really really late. I need to be asleep about forty five minutes ago, so here we go on a quick one.

Yes, I hit the treadmill today. so let's talk about it.