How lazy am I, you ask?
I almost just placed an order to have several CDs shipped to me from Fabulous Jackpot Records. Yeah, the one that is located four blocks from my house.
(Note: you could substitute “agoraphobic” for “lazy” and the above sentiment would be the same. But let’s not add new things to my roster of quirks, shall we?)
So. Day 1 of NaNoWriMo. Also Day 1 of NaBloPoMo, which, if I were of sound mind, I would simply ignore, but – oh, surprise! – I am not. Ignoring. Or in sound mind. Where was I again?
Right, the crazy, and why I should not be allowed to sign up for things. I think being over scheduled makes me feel useful. That’s the going theory, anyway, and I’m sticking with it until something better comes up.
This post, however? Not useful. But it’s November 1, and I’m posting. Whee.
“IT’S unbelievable how quickly it all happened – all I did was eat three bagels every morning with butter, peanut butter and jelly all over them, a few boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts for lunch and boom! I’m tipping the scale at 195″ – a very pregnant Milla Jovovich at the London premiere of “Resident Evil: Extinction”
I went for a jog this morning. No! I’m serious! Quit laughing, it isn’t nice.
As you can see, I went just over a mile…assuming you count the dip in the beginning when I decided to hop on the MAX instead of trying to find my way through the maze of construction on the way to Waterfront Park. (I did pause my workout during the MAX ride, but it took me a while to figure out how. Thus, the dip.)
It was almost fun. Almost. And now that the cramps and nausea have passed, I feel pretty good!
I’ve set up a “goal” for myself on the Nike+ website of ten such “runs” in the next 4 weeks. If I manage it, I get a prize! (Okay, that part isn’t true. But it should be.)
I got a bike.
I got a bike.
As someone who hasn’t ridden a bicycle since 1997, I find the fact that I have a brand-new Trek Lime – purchased from an actual bike shop! – highly unlikely, as well as somewhat amusing. But there you go. I have a bike.
I took it for its maiden voyage this afternoon. I’d gamely tried it out right after I purchased it, but the unfamiliar sensation of being so high up and on two wheels caused me to wobble uncontrollably. Taking it out today involved me walking the bike on the sidewalk the entire 9 blocks to the park and then gingerly hopping astride, hoping against hope that I had some sort of muscle memory that would keep me from cracking my head open in the first five minutes. And behold! My head, it is whole!
And man, riding a bike is a blast. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. And fast! Walking seems unbearably slow now.
We’ve got a Wee Ride for the Wee Child, and we’ll see which bike it goes on. If it’s mine, I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of riding in my near future.
I was doodling at the last Crafty Mamas Bazaar and came up with a couple of fun designs that I messed with in Illustrator today. I think they might end up on tee shirts, or maybe cards, or maybe something else that I haven’t thought of. Because I think of things. I do.
Illustration is fun.
Tags: illustrations, cranky pals, sketches, illustrator
Notable LSD researcher Peter Stafford died on Thursday.
Peter was the only one of my mom’s ex-boyfriends I have anything good to say about (except for Barbara, who wasn’t a boyfriend and so is exempt). I wasn’t super close to him, but I liked him a lot, and he was always kind to me. He had the added bonus of being crazy-brilliant, which is a plus. The first time I did acid I went to the house where he and my mom (and a bunch of other people) were living, crying because I’d had a bad trip. My mom gave me niacin so I could feel my skin again. Peter stayed in the other room. She told me later that he wanted to interview me about it but it could wait until I was less freaked out. The interview never happened, but I thought that was sweet – both the eagerness of a researcher for new information on his pet subject, and the unspoken decision to give me space when I needed it.
Peter was a good person. I’ll miss him.
Tags: peterstafford, lsd