Okay, been pretty busy, but you know how it is.

I had a realy scary minute last week. I actually walked into a fitness club, complete with fancy-schmanzy fitness equipment with digital interfaces that measured everything from calories burned to perspiration output and probably could tell you how long it had been since you shaved your armpits and legs. I wouldn’t be surprised if by the time you got off some of those contraptions they could tell you the last time you had your period or how long it had been since your last orgasm.

I don’t want a machine knowing that much about me. It seems unnatural. Maybe the hamsters have the right idea. Hop on a spoked wheel, and let the poop fall where it may. Needless to say, I declined the invitation to participate in an intimate relationship with a machine with more lights and baubles than a street of New York City. Just sayin’. Heh.