Been busy...
I try to avoid the whole 'fangirl' rap; it's simply undignified for someone of my *cough* maturity; but sometimes there are those among us that seem to exude such dazzling uniqueness it simply cannot be helped. Doc Hammer is one of those people AND, he is in a band! A band with the uber-cool name Weep. I can only assume that his work on Venture Brothers http://www.adultswim.com/shows/venturebros/index.html or his painting http://doc-hammer.deviantart.com/art/Saint-No-49-24750259 just didn't keep him busy enough. Anyway, here's Weep http://www.myspace.com/weeptheband.
It's fifty-effing-five degrees (f) here and may I say I am beyond happy; I'd go as far as ecstatic. Apparently the birds are pretty damn thrilled themselves if the chorus of birdsong outside my window is any indication. You go birdies!
I've spent the last few months reading books playing games,reading more books and getting our yard in some variation of groomed and working my body into shapes that yoga insists will become more 'natural' with time - I may have to take exception to their zen-like confidence in my abilities. The only reason I carry on is that they haven't failed me yet but this 'pretzel' shit just may be my undoing. No matter, I 've mastered the poses that stretch and enhance flexibility (well, there is the pretzel thing) and pilates is really just a matter of training core muscles that I've been doing for so long it's remarkable that my abdominals haven't turned to stone. I got test results from my last physical which, once again, they redid because they thought they had the wrong person. BP is 100/62, cholesterol is 140 with the ldls and hdls all in alignment with the more fortuitous constellations, triglycerides are almost nonexistent blah,blah,blah. I'm a freaking miracle. Go me. It all pales in the face of the fact that today,Tuesday,September 29th (in Columbia, SC) it is 55 degrees outside with nary a wiff of humidity - god is in his heaven and all is right with the world.
Yeah, I can be kinda shallow.
It's fifty-effing-five degrees (f) here and may I say I am beyond happy; I'd go as far as ecstatic. Apparently the birds are pretty damn thrilled themselves if the chorus of birdsong outside my window is any indication. You go birdies!
I've spent the last few months reading books playing games,reading more books and getting our yard in some variation of groomed and working my body into shapes that yoga insists will become more 'natural' with time - I may have to take exception to their zen-like confidence in my abilities. The only reason I carry on is that they haven't failed me yet but this 'pretzel' shit just may be my undoing. No matter, I 've mastered the poses that stretch and enhance flexibility (well, there is the pretzel thing) and pilates is really just a matter of training core muscles that I've been doing for so long it's remarkable that my abdominals haven't turned to stone. I got test results from my last physical which, once again, they redid because they thought they had the wrong person. BP is 100/62, cholesterol is 140 with the ldls and hdls all in alignment with the more fortuitous constellations, triglycerides are almost nonexistent blah,blah,blah. I'm a freaking miracle. Go me. It all pales in the face of the fact that today,Tuesday,September 29th (in Columbia, SC) it is 55 degrees outside with nary a wiff of humidity - god is in his heaven and all is right with the world.
Yeah, I can be kinda shallow.