Urgh. Trying to get my cardio in gear for the black belt test. T-4 weeks. Today's workout was brief. 10 minutes during which the treadmill was supposed to adjust its incline to get my heartrate near 146, but failed entirely. And then 13 minutes of me alternating between a minute at 3MPH and one at 7MPH, and then finishing up with two minutes at 7MPH (which had my heartrate handily over 160 for 14+ minutes, thank you very much, mister treadmill).

What is really irritating is that my mind is what takes me out of it--my body's more fit than my brain gives it credit for. Damned well have to get over that hump before the test comes around. And I damned well have to do two hard cardio days a week at the gym at the very least.

I didn't go out, like a lameass. Ah well

I forgot about it until an hour ago.

DH used to joke about the dogs and the cat getting us through any Y2K food emergencies.

DH used to joke about the dogs and the cat getting us through any Y2K food emergencies.

I had a pretty successful go-round at traumatising an over-anthropomorphising friend by telling her that her dog was too dumb to eat her corpse or that of her husband, should disaster strike. And the cat may or may not wait until said dumb dog died of hunger too before digging in.

She was all horrified and defensive, and the cat would never eat the dog, blah blah.

"What are their names?"
"The dog's called Expresso and the cat is Simba."
"SEE? The dog's even named after food, and the cat after a predator."

Then somehow we switched to bestiality in Sweden, but it took her a while to stop hating me.

"SEE? The dog's even named after food, and the cat after a predator."

Heh.

Hello from San Francisco!

We can see the Chinese New Year parade from our hotel window!

Kristen is my hero.

Kat n' Lori, Aimee and Miracleman, and MFNlaw? Thank you so much for helping me with my postcard issues. They're beautiful.

Kat n' Lori, Aimee and Miracleman, and MFNlaw? Thank you so much for helping me with my postcard issues. They're beautiful.

Buffistae to the rescue!

Hello from San Francisco!

::waves Allysonward::

Yay Allyson and all her wonderful friends!

Tom, so glad someone got to see the eclipse. Clouded up here, which irks me. First one I remember was a lunar in the early 80s, at the on-campus observatory. It happened really late and dad was doing an open house. I kept myself awake doing laps on the track and dozing in a pool chair. Oh god, I remember the june bug swarms you had to brave to use the bathroom! And brush them off the toilet seat! Ack. Once it finally got to totality, I was barely alert and dad carried me to the car, where I lay in the back of the car, sleepily watching it procede through the hatch window. And then there was the partial solar at the dedication of Apache Point when I was in college. And of course, the solar one in Zambia.

I like eclipses.

There was a solar eclipse when I was in 8th grade, and then another one a few years later that they let us out of high school to see. Both of them were really cool. I've seen a few lunar ones since then that gave me a visceral shudder, what with the funky-colored moon that was BEING EATEN UP!!!!

Well, I'm about off to the same chick's house now, so maybe I can make her hate me again.

I think I saw an eclipse one time, but mostly I'm reading it as ellipse. Of which I've seen more, so maybe that's why.

You don't expect some teenager in Alabama to be Spider-Man, and yet after the tornado...

For suddenly grief-struck parents like the mother and father of Andrew Jackson, a sturdy 16-year-old weightlifter, there was no consolation in their bewilderment.

"We lost a good man yesterday," said Andrew's father, Tim Jackson, his lip trembling as he stood in the family carport. He said witnesses had told them a heroic story of their son's last moments: Andrew held up a falling concrete beam long enough for another student to escape, then was crushed by it.