Building cities in my sleep

I played Pharaoh yesterday. Lest I fall completely into the hole of non-productivity, I started laundry as well, which is a Pharaoh-compatible event. I also let the cats outside to graze for a little, until it really started clouding over again.

I finished three scenarios, and I've managed to get to the stage of not cheating to win, and really balancing all those little niggling details like food and pottery and beer (giggling Which is cool, that people need beer to be happy) and keeping the gods happy and the Bedouin off my back.

I built three pyramids yesterday, and had my first salad from the lettuce in my backyard. It was hard not to think of the little green pixel lettuces from my game while I ate it, but Pharaoh doesn't come with homemade balsamic vinegar dressing.

I get paid again Monday, and more bills will be slain. I should also be able to make it over to the IMA and see which martial arts classes they'll be having this quarter. I'm excited about swimming again, and maybe aikido or kendo, depending on how the schedule goes. Action!Misha - I like the sound of that.

Pants

There was a guy at the UW slam the time before last, who read his first poem at the open mic, and was henceforth dubbed 'Pants Man' until such a time as he lives it down. Or lives up to it - it was a damn good poem. He retook his pants, and I'm retaking mine.

'round about Christmas time or a little after, I made a Lands End order, and got a few things I needed, and some I didn't, and a pair of black pants, pleated front, poly/cotton blend, size 10. I gave up my delusions to size 8 during college, when I ceased my existence as a stick and developed curves. I was ok with that, especially as the Freshman five (or fifteen or however many) added a cup size onto my frame.

However, when I received these size 10 black pants, they didn't fit. I could barely get the button done. I couldn't really blame the manufacturer - I had been sitting on my ass quite a bit, and everything else I had in that same size 10 was rather well-worn.

Today I have triumphed over those size 10 black pants. I noticed Friday that my belt was loose at its ordinary notch, and that had almost used one smaller notch than I was used to. And on a whim today, I tried on my size 10 black pants. They fit.

Now, on the whole, I'm morally opposed to the idea of losing weight just to say 'I lost X pounds' or to try to live up to some unreal Hollywood ideal. When the numbers overwhelm health and start to plunge into negative body ideals, it's just a bad scene. I don't own a scale, and even if I did, I wouldn't use it as a gauge, because it doesn't take into account height or body fat or exercise or anything.

However, when I'm no longer out of breath when I arrive at work a brisk two miles later, and when I can fit into a pair of pants I should have fit into a few months ago, and when I'm looking at taking up swimming again - that's a Good Thing. It means I'm healthier, no matter if I've lost or gained 'weight'.

And dammit, I fit into my size 10 black pants.

Bedtime reading

Why have I not gotten into Buffy fandom yet?
The writing's hot, and the stories are gut-busting funny on top of all that.
Maybe it's just the Xander/Graham stuff...
Or maybe I need someone to pimp me some Buffy.