I need tips on shoulder flexibility.
You know this stretch: [link] ? Yeah, I can't do it. I can't even lift my clasped hands this high: [link] .
What's a good stretch (other than that one, obviously) that would help open up my shoulders so I can lift my arms higher behind my back?
Yeah, I can't do it. I can't even lift my clasped hands this high:
Maybe you have that disease where you're slowly ossifying.
We can always use you as a mannequin.
"Oil can! Oil can!"
That was a conservative costume compared to the woman who attended as Aeon Flux.
I felt all prudish thinking to myself that those sorts of costumes shouldn't be on the floor on Sunday afternoon what with the little kids and all.
There was a family (parents, a baby, and a toddler) all dressed like The Incredibles and it was adorkable.
I'm getting meaner by the day, BTW. I mean, seriously MEAN. I've somehow lost the ability to tolerate stupid.
I have absolutely fucking had it with people who have a new "emergency" that I have to deal with every fucking week.
That is all.
Maybe you have that disease where you're slowly ossifying.
I think in my case, the disease is good old-fashioned laziness. Even when I work out (as in: walk on treadmill) on a regular basis, I frequently neglect stretches. And the older I get, the less stretchy I get. (And I was never particularly stretchy to begin with.)
We can always use you as a mannequin.
Yay fun!
The skirt I am wearing today, which I always thought was brown, seems to actually be black. Or not. I can't tell.
Perhaps my problem is that I don't know what fandom that is.
Sometimes the fandom is "Excuse to be Half-Naked in Public."
The bandom wank cracks me up. That first poster -- she couldn't have figured out it wasn't a good idea? And now she's all pitiful that people are descending on her LJ and disagreeing with her.
You know this stretch: [link] ? Yeah, I can't do it.
I used to not be able to do that but now I can. Um...hmmm...mostly it was a matter of just doing it a lot I think. And other yoga poses that promote shoulder flexibility. I can check with my yoga instructor friend for some tips.
I have absolutely fucking had it with people who have a new "emergency" that I have to deal with every fucking week.
It means that you're good at your job, Jesse. And the reward for being good at your job is: more work!
The skirt I am wearing today, which I always thought was brown, seems to actually be black. Or not. I can't tell.
I am wearing a black and red skirt; sadly, it is accompanied by a black turtleneck that I thought was pure black but turns out to be black with entertaining whorled patterns of baby blurp on the shoulders, which I didn't notice until I went to the restroom ten minutes ago. Sigh.
The person with the emergencies doesn't even work here! Which is the problem -- it's a funder, so of course I have to keep jumping, even when what she's essentially saying is, "Can you do my job for me? THX."