Added to my Yuletide Wish List

I've wanted an elliptical trainer for many years now, thinking "If there was a form of exercise sitting next to the god damned television, then how could I not use it?" However, for many years now there really hasn't been any space to put one up. But right now, in my bedroom, there's a space between the window, the altar, and the bed where I could fit one and probably see the television still.
Apparently my champagne tastes have bitten me in the ass again. (How's *that* for a mixed metaphor?) I'm a big guy. I don't want one that threatens to tip over if I get more energetic than a sedate stroll. I don't want one that looks like somebody took the bike I had when I was ten and removed the tyres.

This, unfortunately, means I'd be spending about twice what I'm prepared to shell out. sadface.

Stealing somebody else's words, Part 1321987432 in a series

Paul swore imaginatively and at some length, glaring at the screen in front of him. His current sentence already boasted three ands and two actuallys and was moreover set firmly on a course into the realms of pure nonsense. Its end dangled in space, peering nervously about for something to mean, but he despaired of even just getting it to the point where he could legitimately put a full stop after it.

--Michael Marshall Smith, "Welcome"

More Radio Boasting/Nattering

Stats were just released for yesterday. Total Listening Hours are based on a rolling thirty day period, which means yesterday's stats were based on yesterday and the 29 days before it. Today, they dropped the oldest day and added yesterday.
Also today, I discovered that yesterday's numbers were thirteen hours higher than thirty-one days ago. (We went from 34 hours in 30 days to 47 hours in 30 days.)
You guys are awesome.

Review: Gnomeo and Juliet

Recipe for disaster--kid's cartoon, in a cinema full of kids, claiming Shakesperean lineage.
All in all, this was a tolerable movie... Until Bill Shakespeare showed up. That bumped it up to 'good' status.
So call it amusing despite the puns, and three wags.

Doesn't he ever shut up about the radio thing?

There's something about this new venture--I've been forced to tell people that I think I'm doing something cool, people who might not think it's cool. I've had to repeat myself, saying it again. I've done so in different places, on the web and in the world. This is definitely outside of my comfort zone, as I'm more of a 'do something and figure that people who care will eventually notice' kind of guy. This stretching is good for me, and I can tell because it frightens me. I'm afraid people will, as I alluded to in the title, tire of hearing me talk about it. That people will listen and say "Wow your taste sucks". That I will make the effort, that I will reach out, and people still won't listen.

And if that's the worst thing that happens to me this month, I should consider myself lucky.

PS: Hey! You! Do you like Jonathan Coulton? The Beatles? I *know* you like the Beat. And that doesn't even count Lavay Smith and Her Red Hot Skillet Lickers. And when you hear Obadiah Parker do his stripped down melodic cover of a dance hall classic, you're gonna plotz. Tune in to http://www.live365.com/stations/member_10218275325 and blow your own mind.