Oh, man, I'd never paused to think how much *crap* a decathlete has to travel with. I just handwaved all that. Christ--poles, discus, javelin, shot...it must cost as much again as the ticket sometimes.
Got my hair cut with the 1/2 guard.. This had better last forever, fuck.. I tried to watch a bit of Tangled the other day, and...ack! No. That's just a nightmare.
I also just saw some Xena on my dash. Man, she kissed Gabrielle a lot. I need to rewatch that and work out if it takes ten minutes or fifteen to work out how gay they are. I haven't seen any Xena in months.
I just got a (mass) email from a friend about a sex lecture she's giving soon. Why do my friends keep teaching sex? I'm pretty sure my sister doesn't know anyone who teaches sex. Well, no, she does have a sexologist colleague, but she's insistent they aren't friends, and I think I talk more to Karen than she does. Which makes three, but Karen I met because she taught sex. The others just...started suddenly. I make a lot of noise about a lot of shit, but I cannot imagine making that career decision. There are still a few people to whom I must remain a virgin. I'm good with that particular hypocrisy.
Still, if you want to know about the energetic root lock of the pelvic floor, I can hook you up with just the person.
(And, oh my god, what percentage of things believed about the Mayans are actually based in fact? I think it must go cannibals, druids, and then Mayans in terms of bullshit talked. Then, maybe pirates.)