Those Cats were fast as lightning

So far, a productive weekend.
I have played a supporting role in saving Zion from ... whatever the bad guys in the Matrix are called. And also a supporting role in saving Middle Earth from Sauron. I still have no idea why in the final battle I was suddenly teleported across the countryside to stand on the Black Tower underneath the All Seeing Eye. I just know it sucked. A lot. (And PS Tersa, I was at 97 percent completed.) So two more video games I need no longer feel a compulsive need to finish.
I have not yet bothered to sleep. Got a whole load of dishes done. Also five new mix discs completed. Check the bottom of Vitamin Cyrano's Evil Laboratory. I went through and added links to liner notes, so folks who find mis-spelled words or broken HTML please feel free to let me know. There was a lot of overlap, having a bunch done at once, and I decided not to bother trimming it all. Generation X+1, Sick and Wrong, REMixed, and Good for You!

The moon is on ice. It smiles from above.

So I spent about forty-five minutes sitting on the couch as the sky (and the apartment) darkened, watching the moon as it travelled from the horizon across the patio door, just moonbathing. And I came to the conclusion that I'm tired of spending $40 a month to not go to the gym. Time for a concentrated effort to get back on the working out wagon. You may have seen complaining on other friends' LJs about how fat they are, so I won't get into it. But yeah.
And one of my legion of beautiful fans tactfully brought to my attention that All Tomorrow's Parties is not, in fact, a Joy Division song but a Velvet Underground song. Therefore it would likely not go on an album of covers of '80s songs. Like, say, Generation X+1. I am not certain yet whether I'm going to try and pull it and replace it or just pretend that I meant to do it that way. I might be able to pull up another cover out of my library, but I already pulled pretty much everything I could think of.