fitter, happier

I think my computer is trying to tell me something.
First, there was the Johnny Appleseed note.

"Dear Kate,
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things.
Take care, John Appleseed."

Thanks, John.
And then there was Pandora.

"Based on what you've told us so far, we're playing this track because it features electric rock instrumentation, mild rhythmic syncopation, minor key tonality, electric rhythm guitars and an unintelligible vocal delivery."

Then there was iPhoto.


Hm. Not sure how this all ties together ..

With this I conclude day nine of my annual ten day fast, having scoured all illogical places in my apartment (the refrigerator, inside books, the newspaper recycling, the cat food cabinet) for the Netflix flick I need to return, to no avail.

Maybe food will help.