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I know I shouldn’t base my whole emotional state on the outcome of my Weight Watchers meetings, but still whenever I see a “minus” written next to my name, it’s like I’ve just taken a swig of Felix Felicis. The sun is shining on me and I can do no wrong. I’ve bounced back from my tiny gain two weeks ago – I missed last week due to sickness – to register another kilo loss. This brings me down to eighty-seven kilos. People, this is as low as I ever got on the Atkins diet, and thus is the smallest I’ve been since college. That’s NUTS. My next mini-goal is eighty-five, for which I’ve promised myself a reward of a new pair of Crocs and some new pants (since all the pairs I own now are falling off my arse).

This BBC article on proposed changes to prescription drug advertising in the US amused me, mostly because the situation is so different in Australia. You’re not allowed to mention the name of any prescription drug in commercials here; the ads can only urge you to “ask your doctor.” So in order to differentiate themselves, advertisers often resort to repeating the same word over and over, like that’s the keyword that the doctor will recognize. “If you want to BOOST your weight loss, ask your doctor about the amazing new treatment that will BOOST your metabolism and BOOST you to better health. BOOST now for a BOOSTful future.” I’m sure the drug’s called “Boostillin” or something.

Man, I really wish Lefty Tim had taken out Big Brother this year, if only for the chance to see a BB winner strutting around Newtown. And man, he got muscles!

Note to self: Print out these Make Ahead Pasta Bake and Casserole Recipes from WW for future reference…

License to Drive

Me: Hey, guess what? I just looked on the RTA Website for information about booking my driver’s test, and apparently the law changed this year. Now license holders from the US don’t have to take any test at all! I just have to turn mine in and they hand me my Australian one!
The Snook: That’s great! …And worrying.

The only problem is that Australia has a graduated licensing system and needs to know how long I’ve been driving. As I renewed my license in 2003, I’ve got to get the Indiana BMV to send me a letter saying when I originally got it. But at any rate, it looks like I’m all clear to drive to Steve’s wedding next month!

Nintendogs. Just because I’m a cat owner doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the inherent heart-breaking cuteness of a Labrador Retriever puppy. And these ones don’t smell or pee on the carpet!

Feed me some cheese.
Confession time: I have never, in my entire memory span, willingly eaten cottage cheese. Is that weird? I just never liked the look of it. I seem to be going through this experimental phase lately though, and I like just about every other soft cheese I’ve ever eaten… so the time is ripe. I bought me some cheese. Here’s the question though: How the heck do I eat it? Any really excellent ways of serving it? I’ve always seen it on salad bars but I’m not really sure what you’re supposed to do with it. Just plop it on with your salad? Mix fruit in it? Spread it on crackers? This isn’t strictly a diet-related request either, so don’t feel required to provide me with zero-Points recipes. I don’t plan on eating this stuff smeared on celery sticks.

Wow. 83 gyoza in 8 minutes. I couldn’t ever hope to match it, but I’d looooove to try…

Much like miftik, I am utterly defenceless against the All-Powerful Cuteness of the PotterPuffs. They’re characters from Harry Potter drawn in the style of Powerpuff Girls, and they’re mindsplittingly adorable. Warning! Some contain spoilers from Half-Blood Prince (although if you haven’t finished it yet, Sis, I’m going to disown you).