Number 53 - One Moment, Please, Recalculating

At a recent session with the personal trainer I have a more accurate idea of my body weight.. assuming my height hasn't changed (fairly safe bet there)my BMI is now 25.7 putting me further into the "overweight" range. Sounds fun.

Number 84 - Extra serving of Baba Ganoush.

As I mentioned in the 100 things about me I have quite a penchant for saying "Baba Ganoush." That I'll say it three times but very rarely order the item. Since moving to Melbourne I've discovered something that is just as much fun to say as baba ganoush - it's a suburb, the suburb of Maribynong.

Most of the furnishings in my flat came from Maribynong, each weekend Miss Cathy and I would make a trek from her place to Maribynong using the word as gratuitiously as possible.

Maribynong is the home of the lovely Ryan who sold me my coffee machine, beast - while having the most amazing eyes known to Highpoint, and is very close to Moonee Ponds. For those who haven't been paying attention, Moonee Ponds is the place for Dame Edna Everage Possums with Baba ganoush anyone?

Number 30.

I had an interesting experience last week that I had forgotten until tonight. it deals with number 30 on my list of 100 things. Whatever you are saying to me, is most likely reminding me of a television show or a movie. There used to be a TV show called Dream On, where Martin Tupper had grown up watching so much television that every five seconds (not really five seconds) you'd cut to a clip of a TV show he was supposed to have seen.

I was telling co-worker (I'm yet to anonymise co-workers) that I was becoming this character, that everything she said and did reminded me of a movie or a television show. Her response? "No, I don't think so." What The? No really, it's my head, I know what's going on - I'm not kidding when I tell you I can see a gorilla on a plane doing sign language - bonus points for picking that movie - the link comes at a later date.

Until then, this Martin Tupper wishes you a good night.

So much to tell.. where do I start

I'm in the middle of my week off work, this week I was supposed to be in Philly at a conference, long story, I'm obviously not there, I'm in Melbourne.

Pub Trivia last night, really quite a night, I get a buzz from meeting new people and finding new places. That's part of the reason I love my job and why I've gone well past the traditional burn out point - each day I get 40 people to play with, when one of them finishes treatment, somebody comes to replace them and the dance begins again. Last night at pub trivia was a bit of overload in that regard - left my head whirling for a bit and then a sudden need for sleep.

Everytime I try and think about everything that's going on in my life at the moment I decide that I can't even begin to describe it - it would be this enormous stream of consciousness and terribly non-narrative. Suffice to say that life is good.