I purchased a new camera.  It’s pink.  I didn’t go into the store intending to purchase a pink camera, but when you’ve made your model selection and the clerk says to you “would you like the silver, or we have a pink one left?”, there’s no rational response but to …

No, I don’t know what I was thinking either.  I now have two pieces of pink electronics, with the DS and the new camera, which is a Sony DSC-W55.   The actual product name includes the phrase “Cyber-shot”, and that’s not the kind of language I like to use on a daily basis.

My previous camera was a Kodak DC280, which is the kind of camera early man used to take pictures of, I don’t know, mammoths and things.  It is one of my few reminders of the dotcom boom days – when I was working at an internet radio company and we all thought we were going to sell out, make millions, and buy sports cars, my boss gave me the camera as a thanks for something, I no longer recall what.  It served me well for seven years, but eventually a man just has to upgrade.

Public Speaking was very odd yesterday.  I got the grades for last weekend’s speech and for the paper I had to hand in, and it’s looking like I might pull out a decent grade after all.  I also managed to pull off a pretty decent delivery of my presentation, despite staying up far too late the night before.

Top points for utter weirdness go to the girl who decided that her speech was going to be on belly dancing and tried to get the entire class to stand up and practice moves with her.

In the land of hollywood musicals, this would have resulted in the entire class dancing together in a whirl of excitement and mutual… I don’t know, something mutual.

In the land of 9 AM weekend speech classes, this resulted in most of us staring at her and praying for the next speaker.  She also tried to get us to make some kind of undulating sound with our throats, but since the classroom next door was having an exam, any undulating would have been a bad thing.

On other subjects…

My wife and I have a mutual friend who has pretty good taste in televised entertainment, and he recommended months ago that we watch “Veronica Mars”

Some months after that we saw the first season box set at Best Buy for 20 bucks, so we purchased it.  This was maybe October?  A while ago anyway.

Last night, we actually opened it and watched the first episode, which led to a bit of “just one more”-ing which led to us watching TV until 1AM.  Good stuff, and I can’t even say “Why did nobody tell us about this?” because, well, someone did.

This morning’s weight: 202.8.  Last night’s dinner: an entire damn pizza with sausage and pepperoni and olives and mushrooms and…

My conclusion: In defiance of all conventional wisdom, eating pizza and watching TV causes weight loss.  This is a theory that I could seriously test out a bit.