Project Hail Mary
I saw somebody post a warning yesterday about the trailer for Project Hail Mary, warning of a major spoiler. I think I know what it is, because I read the book. And be assured I’m not going to blow it here.
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New deadlift PB!
As exciting as a new book release might be, it’s not as exciting as hitting a new 1RM in my deadlift, which I just did.
160kgs.
Now, Imma have a big steak.
Mister Menzies and the computer louts.
I’ve been spending some time in the 1950s. The other 1950s, of course, which I buggered up jamming a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier into a wormhole and back to the Battle of Midway.
Would you like a peek?
(That’s not really a question, I know).
Finally, an excuse to eat pastry...
… or, if I’m being honest, finally an opportunity to eat pastry. Most Tuesday mornings find me in the city because Jane has her PT session at West End super early. I have a walk around the river, and then we meet at Strauss for breakfast, where every Tuesday morning we have the Asian chicken omelette with sourdough and avocado.
J'accuse!
Does this look to you like a dog who didn’t steal an extra-large cartoon of eggs? Does she have the air of aggrieved innocence one might expect from a dog wrongly accused of stealing and scoffing fifteen eggs while the other dog was out on his walk? Does that tummy look somewhat distended to you?
What I did on my weekend.
I had a very grown-up weekend. Jane and I had lunch at a little French place down in the Valley, A la Bonne Franquette, a spot I’d never noticed before, but it was fantastic—then we caught Materialists at the cinema across the street.
Take a note. You got some work to do, Tim Apple.
I bought myself a new dictation rig, like actual physical hardware, this week. The Plaud Note Pin.
Shirteater
I'm in the middle of a five-week treatment for some kind of skin cancer on my chest. It's a topical cream. I have to rub it in twice a day and it burns away a couple of layers of skin over the course of the month taking with it whatever cancerous little nasties were hiding within the epidermis.