October 2011
73 posts
If I’ve never discussed my penchant for self-pampering: Candlelit shower (‘Navy-style,’ water on to wet skin, water off, lather/scrub, water on, rinse, water off) with a glass of apple whiskey, scrubbing the dermis with a short-bristle brush and ginger liquid castile soap. Topping this eve off by pulling a blanket onto the couch, and watching Burn, Witch, Burn -based on...
Side note: it was altogether too cold for gold glittery hotpants, gold glittery grapesmugglers, gold glittery knee-high lace-up boots, a gold and glittery luchedor mask, and a folding chair last night. If you hadn’t guessed, I am nearly impossible to embarrass, I have been known to settle arguments with partial nudity; it’s lesser-known rhetorical technique. Pantlessness is next to...
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I remain entertained that Loctite blue comes in a red tube.
This eve’s craving: grilled steelhead and steamed parsnips,
If I’ve never mentioned it, ‘slim fit shirt’ implies a poor childhood diet and lack of exercise.
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While sitting enjoying a grain-alcohol cocktail, the subject of the old-school body typing (ecto/meso/endo), skeletal structure, positioning of muscle mass on the frame, and the possibility of being disposed more towards one activity versus another arises. Hilarity ensues (mildly revised).
TC: I can run 8-minute miles all day, and sprint a mile in 5, but given the child-bearing hips, breadth of...
I cannot but think that I may be buying 10 pounds of 12 gauge 1/2 inch diameter steel rings for the high-impact zones on my mail. And, roast duck and local eggs for breakfast. It’s a self-pampering thing.
Ironclad (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1233301/), nice period piece. Then, given my professed love of the footman’s pick, it is likely no surprise.
Village Elder
I’ve been thinking about the Battle Goblin a lot lately. He’s a horrible short little balding 18-series bro, variously known as the Social Badger, the War Elder, and a long list of names not for polite company.
He is also a damned good man to have in the backcountry, as he is always helpful and willing to share and edify. A short example, thusly:
(Setting is Northeast US, mountainous...
I’m a-going to ironically rototill bare-footed. Yes, ‘tis a lie, the ironically part.
Lèvres de Sang, 1975, mildly erotic vampire flick. (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073324/plotsummary)
Worth a watch.
I haven’t been rating movies as often lately, damn my bones. River Of No Return. Norma Jean aka Marilyn Monroe, with her hair down, and Robert Mitchum. Holy figure on that woman…
Thinking on substituting a medicine ball for the straight bar & plates for cleans and presses. Yes, lower weight, higher repetitions. I stand to go back to needing to buy trousers the next size up and have the waist taken in, really large thighs are lovely until you need a new suit.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds…
This eve’s in retrospect entirely obvious lesson: high-rep, low-weight squats with Pras/Mya/ODB’s Ghetto Superstar playing leads to far more booty-shaking and hip-swinging than you observe in most gyms.
Life is just too short to waste on living ironically. You aren’t that smart, hipsters, so grow up.
Yes, a chunky-framed pair of glasses and a shitty beard makes my hand itch for my hammer. Hatred is okay.
Fit, lean, strong and healthy over 50: Richard... →
Cracks me up. Harley is an idiot, whacked out on sugars, and Gambino isn’t going to outperform anyone when it comes to actually lifting heavy objects. Eat bacon, tiny little fella.
When I was young I wanted to be a zen master. Now I just want to be left alone.
Seems a fine day to work on placing a hand on the asphalt while hanging turns.
In my none-too-humble opinion, there is little better than laying propped up by pillows, sipping bourbon and listening to country music -in bed. Bookers is 127 proof, and is a perfect accompaniment for Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, and Hank Williams.
