First let me just say a great big F**k you to comment spammers. I hate you. You make me think that people read me and love me from a distance, but it always turns out to be ads for enlarging genitalia I don’t have, or job interview questions or other sundried crap. There’s a semi-fix available in MT 2.66, but I can’t be bothered, especially since it’s likely that 3.0 will be out soon. With better spammer protectiion, and hopefully better style sheets.

So two weeks have passed since my entry aptly titled Writer’s Block. In the last two weeks I have finished up the most boring French Class every (complete with condescending teacher. I got an A- though, so I should likely quit whining). Thank god that’s over. I’ll likely go back in September, but I’m hoping the new Official Languages Policies will allow me to take language training during work hours. No more of this bussing my ass halfway accross town.

Let’s see. My birthday is tomorrow. I am officially in my late twenties. 26. I am 2 years past the official definition of “youth”. 30 is that much closer, yet a mortgage, alas, is not. I threw myself my annual birthday party last weekend, which, although small, was tons of fun. People actually played trivial pursuit with me!

As aresult of this inevitable aging process, I have once again joined a gym. There’s a fairly cheap facility at the local community centre (which incedentally offers some rather cool rec courses – I want to take their one night Wines of the World Wine Appreciation class) and went through my orientation and first workout last night. The guy who did my orientation kind of set up a program for me, which includes jogging on the treadmill. A first for me. He also has me using the flatbench, where I quickly discovered that I can barely even life the empty weight bar. So very, very sad.