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Monday, August 30, 2004
Had a bit of a break from the gym. Two weeks in all - a confluence of feeling the need to be at work 24/7 after a burglar almost made off with a $70,000 car and then a week spent in recovery from a particularly virulent strain of influenza. Oh and then some world class procastination about when exactly I should start back.
So on friday I waltzed back into the gym. Keen to ease back into the groove, I racked up the lower weight recorded in my notebook (80kg), but completely forgot to count the 20kg pole in the total. So I accidently ended up squatting 12 reps at my top weight (100kg) - which I had previously only ever failed at 8 reps, on my first day back in 2 weeks.
Bad fuckin move.
After a pretty piss poor effort at Hack Squats and Leg Press, my training partner mentions that I look green. I reply that "funnily enough - I feel green" and proceed to the bathroom to throw up. The next day my legs are all achey, but it's bearable and to tell the truth you kinda begin to expect and like that pain because it signifies all sorts of cool things are happening inside the muscle tissue.
But the day after my legs are even worse - so bad that I can't sit down or stand up without making noises like I'm lifting 100kgs again. This is not so normal - I usually get the pleasant aches for a day and then I'm fine, but now I have to use my arms to get up from my desk at work. And it's while I'm getting up from my desk that I misjudge how much weight I am shifting back onto my legs and they just give out under me - I throw my hands down to catch myself, but only manage to sprain my wrist on the way to the ground.
So here I am - on a thankfully slow day at work, with only one operational limb and one of those throbbing migraines you get when you've been in constant pain for a certain amount of time and your brain's getting shitty about it.
Luckily I only need one hand to type.
- Soul
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 04:12 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Pajama Pantsed Fist Shaker From Hell!
A sign that I'm old: everytime I see a group of teenagers out and about on the street - I instantly think they're up to no good.
I've become the kind of old person who hates the kind of young person I used to be... who ironically hated the kind of old person I've become. It's a viscious circle of close-mindedness that chaffes against my self percieved perfectly well balanced personality.
Is knowing you're being rediculously judgemental any defence? Or does it make it worse?
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 05:11 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Cafe Conversations Part One
me: any guy would love to have her
zette: any straight guy
me: or gay girl
zette: is that what it's come to? "any 'straight guy' OR 'gay girl' would love to have her?"
me: Gynophile!
zette: ... ... ...
me: "any 'Gynophile' would love to have her" - it covers all the bases...
zette: what about married men?
me: they'd love to have her too
zette: drink your coffee...
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 01:24 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Thursday, August 19, 2004
A present from my business partner in perfect harmony with my love of whisky AND samurai culture!
And the reason I shant be at the gym this morning.... This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 03:48 am
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Monday, August 16, 2004
Localised Eventuality Storm
I have complex ideas about the human soul...
...or rather I have a series of basic ideas that, if combined into one cohesive mythology of the human soul - would be ecclectic and complex and quite possibly senseless.
On the one hand I see the human soul as a Localised Eventuality Storm - a kind of entropic event generator that slices through fate and effects the world at large in macro and microscopic ways.
Take any amount of crude matter (say chocolate pudding for instance) and place it in a room with a chicken and a bicycle, for any defined amount of time and record all the possible outcomes. There may be a few different eventualities but we're certainly talking about a finite amount of distinctly different results.
Now do the same with a human being and note how the number of possible results skyrockets in comparison. Still not convinced this has anything to do with the human soul?
Try the experiment one more time with a dead human body (preferably the same human being) - you'll probably find that a human body (sans-soul) is about as entropic as chocolate pudding.
I could rewind this experiment a little and show how the chicken isn't as much of a L.E.S. as the living human being, providing a little insight into the question of whether animals have souls, but that is a matter for another time, and another board...
(my computer is spamwared and I can't post this on the usual discussion forums)
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 05:41 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Sunday, August 15, 2004
I have this habit of writing myself notes when I'm drunk and I know I'll forget something interesting/important. Shades of Heidi and her incessant list-making I guess.
Yesterday I got a note from myself that said:
Matthew Good Band - Load Me Up
No man - I shit you not... a monkey in a roast beef sandwhich...
Now the first part I can appreciate as some kind of music that took my drunken fancy... but that second part? Is that a quote from a movie or something? Does anyone recognize that madness? A monkey in a roast beef sandwhich... what the?
- Soul
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 11:43 am
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Friday, August 13, 2004
The one great thing about sms txt msgs...
...they could possibly eradicate silent consonants...
...what the fuck were they for anyway?
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 02:16 am
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
I'll waste myself on strangers so I don't have to lie there alone. The heat of something living to ward off the cold undead fingers of our once bright love.
What monstrous thing has it become? Formless, whispering and chittering in the dark, driven insane by unbelievable circumstance. Its words (your words) crawling over me - a swarm of angry thoughts that nip and bite and burrow.
The stranger mistakes my desperate grasp for lust - in moments we are lost in one another. A hot burst of life against the night. For that instant I feel release and released. For that brief moment I am alive and free.
But in the final sex-rattle, the convergent lust-spasm, why do I name my demon? Why is it always your name I scream into the dark?
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 12:40 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Shadowfoot!
Extemporarily the first, I granted Shadowfoot the prize mostly in light of his recent ordeals.
The other half dozen applicants will all recieve a prize and a extra-special thankyou from me... you know who are!!!
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 10:01 am
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Join the Race to 10,000 hits and WIN!
Okay, you see that little counter on the side there? On the left, just below the links from Cyberia and above the Referring Sites list?
Well that little babies going to hit 10,000 today!
And to celebrate I'm going to send the lucky 10,000th visitor something cool. Not something in email, not something 'virtual' either, something tangible, real, IRL cool!
So here's the deal: if you're lucky enough to be surfer number 10,000 I want you to take a screenshot and email it to me at thehephepcat@hotmail.com The first valid 'undoctored' entry with the correct counter number will have the aforementioned cool something sent to them (or to a valid nominated address). In the case of the actual 10,000th visitor not claiming the prize - I will instead pass it along to the person who emails me the closest valid 'undoctored' counter reading.
I'll post a picture of the item in a box before sending it - so you know the rough dimensions of what to expect. Good Luck!
This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 01:21 am
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous
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