Proceeding apace, probably.  I feel it's best not to get too caught up the raw numbers, and just punch another hole the belt every so often.

I suppose I could buy a new belt, but that wouldn't be idiomatic, and if you can't be true to a childish racist sterotype, what can you be true to?

That's right: your Boy Scout Oath.  That's the red line.

Not smoking

Day 13,088 and counting.  They say you should try everything once, but I bet They wouldn't choke down a bucket of liquid turds, so what do They know?  I presume that I'm not missing anything.

Aurality

Tom Jones + Cerys Matthews : Baby It's Cold Outside.  I seem to be developing a bit of a fetish for Taffies.  Is there a name for that condition?  Is there a cure?

SHATNER: Common People.  Don't listen to the pygmies who bemoan the passing of the Spear-Danes and the strong-greaved Achaians.  The Gods walk among us still.

Secretly Wanking Over

The deafo signing tarts who do in-vision hand-jive in the corner of CBeebies kiddies programs on weekends.

There's nothing more compelling than a broad who's really showing some relish for a task.  You know what I mean.  What I also mean is that I get off on watching chicks doing just about anything in a competent manner.  Point-in-case, the objectively fairly plain Claire Barratt off of Salvage Squad, who lights up like a white phosphorous fragment searing its way into an uppity oil-squatter whenever she's getting grubby in the guts of some heavy machinery.  That works for me.

So a frail earnestly engaging in communication via an esoteric combination of enthused swaying, exaggerated mouthing, and jiggling her hands in front of her cleavage?  That's not children's television.  And don't think that they know that dads are tuning in, the flappy-handed minxes.

Operation Cash In Share Options, Buy Yacht, Plunder the High Seas

We're not even talking about it now.  $BUNGIE_BOSS is shitcanning a lot of our flagship projects.  Astonishingly, he's deep-sixing the ones that have a dreadful RoI, and reassigning resources to profitable products that our customers actually want.  I put it down to luck.

It's probably just my genetic pessimism speaking - now there's a stereotype that is based in fact - but I think that the next mad stock market bubble will by necessity be smaller and shorter.  Resources, d'ye see?  Avarice never goes out of fashion, but you can't simply wish the whole world rich now that we're past Peak Oil.  I'm coming round to agree with... with... urg... the hippies that we've consumed ourselves beyond the ability of the planet to keep up.  It's not that I care, beyond its effect on me and mine, but there is going to be an effect, and it seems pretty apparent that the World Government is happy for us to cut down the last tree on Easter Island[1]

So: short consumer gadgets, go long on kudzu futures, tinned beans, and holy water.

[1] Shoutz to mah homie codemonkey_uk.