A few weeks ago I mentioned that I had made it through my entire 100 push ups, five sets of twenty, in cadence with no breaking. I think it was maybe the next day that I got sick and went several days without doing more push ups. It has taken this long to get back to that point, but this morning I again did all five sets in cadence with no breaks. How cool is that? So, if it happens again tomorrow that means it is time to switch to four sets of twenty five. Bonus: that will cut two minutes from my workout by eliminating one of the rest periods between sets. Winning!

As for Doctor Who, it was a pretty dang good one today. So let's talk about that.

Back in 1961 one of the greatest episodes ever of The Twilight Zone aired. It's a Good Life starred a very young Bill Mumy as a six-year-old boy with the power to wish pretty much anything into (or out of) existence. He has an entire town in rural Ohio under his control, with the terrified adults doing anything they can to keep him happy and prevent him from "wishing them to the cornfield". It easily ranks among the top five episodes ever, and was (poorly) adapted as a segment in Twilight Zone: The Movie.

Although fundamentally different, today's episode of Doctor Who made me think of that story. So let's talk about that.

I have to tell you, I'm kind of hitting a wall right now. Not exercise-wise, that's still cooking right along (although I could certainly benefit from more variety and being unleashed from my treadmill). As much as I love Doctor Who, and as much as this particular season is certainly Matt Smith's best, I am really feeling the relentless slog at the moment. I think this is largely due to the fact that the end is near, but not quite near enough. In under two months I will have completed this ridiculous projects, but that's still nearly two months away. God am I planning on a huge celebration in Vegas come August...

But in the meantime, let's talk about the Justice Department. No, not that one, the other one.

I need to start this post with an apology. Seven years ago I accidentally spoiled the big reveal at the end of this episode to my friend and colleague Amelia Ross. She had specifically told me she hadn't watched the episode yet, so I had no excuse on that point. I simply blurted out in a conversation that was , at which point she gasped and said, "Did you just tell me that is ?!?!?" I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. I still work with her virtually every day (although this week she is on vacation in Scotland and - I hope - having an amazing time), and I value her friendship and skillset more than I can ever say. I don't know if she has ever actually forgiven my for my indiscretion. All I can say is...

So anyway, yeah, let's talk about that huge spoiler.

You know what you can't do in Florida in the summer? Wait nearly two weeks to mow your lawn. Ideally this time of year it should be getting cut twice per week, but between the constant rain and other priorities I went for twelve days without getting it done. It's done now, but... holy cow that was not fun. I think I may need to tune up my mower this weekend as well..

But enough about lawn care, I also watched Doctor Who today, so let's talk about that.

It's been a very long day. I just spent the last seven hours on a video editing project, it's well after midnight, and I need to get to bed. But, because I am stupidly dedicated t this ridiculous project, here I am writing a blog post because I know that you, my imaginary readers, would be sorely disappointed if I didn't.

So let's talk about the sins of the Flesh.

True story: A few years ago I built myself a brand new computer, a software development workhorse designed from the ground up to be my dream machine. I ordered all of the custom parts, I constructed her bit by bit, and when it was all done I named her Sexy. I spend more time with her than I do with my wife, and I probably fondle her a bit more than is strictly necessary.

Today's episode of Doctor Who is the reason I named her thus. So let's talk about that.

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.