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Tales of an Internet Nomad (part drei)
Jun. 1st, 2005 11:59 pmWell I can't sleep, so I might as well write.
Today was a good day. It started with me chatting online with K and ended that way too. Much fun. Then I went for a run. This time I started at Coal Harbor, jogged to just past Brockton Point, then jogged back. All told I was moving for an hour (1.5 minutes on, 3.5 minutes off), and I had a good time doing it.
On the weight loss front I think I've found out why the running is getting easier. I was in IGA buying laundry detergent yesterday when I happened upon the frozen turkeys. I've lost 15 pounds, so I thought I'd check to see how big a bird that was. I found one that was 15 pounds and it was friggin' huge! If that was what I've been carrying all this time, it's no wonder I've been having trouble sticking with my running plan for longer than a few weeks before succumbing to injury or illness. Go pick up a 15 pound bird and see what I mean.
I was running late so I didn't end up having a sit-down breakfast, instead I had a turkey smokie on the run to Science World. On the way to the street vendor who sold me the allegedly turkey-filled sausage, I engaged in a little bit of schadenfreude!
I was walking down the hill to Waterfront Station, when I heard a guy peeling out of an alley. Now he was in one of those new sport trucks. It was immaculately clean (unlike a real truck), baby blue, and had the soft lines of a PT cruiser. Between that and the driver's noisy maneuver, everyone in the vicinity knew that he had a really small penis.
So he peels out of the alley, trying to get into the far lane going up the hill. He's laying a thick track of burning rubber, and he pops the brake so that he can bootlegger turn into his lane. Except he miscalculates and fish tales well past the point he needs to be. And his rear-end slams right into a lamppost, denting the formerly immaculate body and destroying his right-rear lights. He peels up the street as everyone who has just witnessed this dangerous maneuver thinks "dork".
Me and the guy beside me exchange a look and I say, "I love it when shit like that happens". He smiles and nods and I chuckle all the way to the train.
I get to Science World and my friends are not there. Turns out they're stuck in traffic. Well I want to watch the movie (Pulse: A Stomp Odyssey) anyway and they didn't show up in time.
Pulse was a great show and I recommend it to anyone who can go see it (Calgarians, apparently it's playing at the Science Center). So what is it? It's a showcase of the music and rhythms that inspired STOMP. Now anyone who knows me knows that I'm a big fan of STOMP. I've seen them every time they've come to town, and when I go to New York, I'll be checking them out. Pulse shows that music, especially percussion and voice are a universally human phenomenon. The music is sometimes alien, but you will still be sucked into it. I was once again tapping out rhythms as I left (when I wasn't running the two mile long maze you need to transverse to get in and out of the OmniMax theater). I just wish I had that level of talent. Ah well, my considerable talents lay elsewhere.
Blew a few points on some Gelati, hung out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whiggy_one, somejauntypolka, Ryan(who needs to get a livejournal) and chris9871. Bought a book on serial killers and read a bit of it at Sammy J. Pepper's, the restaurant with discriminatory hiring practices. I've been craving jambalaya for a few days now, and they made a really good one for me. Yummy, so much so that I stopped gawking the servers.
Went home, chatted online, went to bed, stared at the ceiling for a half an hour and wrote this entry.
And now I think I can sleep.
Today was a good day. It started with me chatting online with K and ended that way too. Much fun. Then I went for a run. This time I started at Coal Harbor, jogged to just past Brockton Point, then jogged back. All told I was moving for an hour (1.5 minutes on, 3.5 minutes off), and I had a good time doing it.
On the weight loss front I think I've found out why the running is getting easier. I was in IGA buying laundry detergent yesterday when I happened upon the frozen turkeys. I've lost 15 pounds, so I thought I'd check to see how big a bird that was. I found one that was 15 pounds and it was friggin' huge! If that was what I've been carrying all this time, it's no wonder I've been having trouble sticking with my running plan for longer than a few weeks before succumbing to injury or illness. Go pick up a 15 pound bird and see what I mean.
I was running late so I didn't end up having a sit-down breakfast, instead I had a turkey smokie on the run to Science World. On the way to the street vendor who sold me the allegedly turkey-filled sausage, I engaged in a little bit of schadenfreude!
I was walking down the hill to Waterfront Station, when I heard a guy peeling out of an alley. Now he was in one of those new sport trucks. It was immaculately clean (unlike a real truck), baby blue, and had the soft lines of a PT cruiser. Between that and the driver's noisy maneuver, everyone in the vicinity knew that he had a really small penis.
So he peels out of the alley, trying to get into the far lane going up the hill. He's laying a thick track of burning rubber, and he pops the brake so that he can bootlegger turn into his lane. Except he miscalculates and fish tales well past the point he needs to be. And his rear-end slams right into a lamppost, denting the formerly immaculate body and destroying his right-rear lights. He peels up the street as everyone who has just witnessed this dangerous maneuver thinks "dork".
Me and the guy beside me exchange a look and I say, "I love it when shit like that happens". He smiles and nods and I chuckle all the way to the train.
I get to Science World and my friends are not there. Turns out they're stuck in traffic. Well I want to watch the movie (Pulse: A Stomp Odyssey) anyway and they didn't show up in time.
Pulse was a great show and I recommend it to anyone who can go see it (Calgarians, apparently it's playing at the Science Center). So what is it? It's a showcase of the music and rhythms that inspired STOMP. Now anyone who knows me knows that I'm a big fan of STOMP. I've seen them every time they've come to town, and when I go to New York, I'll be checking them out. Pulse shows that music, especially percussion and voice are a universally human phenomenon. The music is sometimes alien, but you will still be sucked into it. I was once again tapping out rhythms as I left (when I wasn't running the two mile long maze you need to transverse to get in and out of the OmniMax theater). I just wish I had that level of talent. Ah well, my considerable talents lay elsewhere.
Blew a few points on some Gelati, hung out with
whiggy_one, somejauntypolka, Ryan(who needs to get a livejournal) and chris9871. Bought a book on serial killers and read a bit of it at Sammy J. Pepper's, the restaurant with discriminatory hiring practices. I've been craving jambalaya for a few days now, and they made a really good one for me. Yummy, so much so that I stopped gawking the servers.Went home, chatted online, went to bed, stared at the ceiling for a half an hour and wrote this entry.
And now I think I can sleep.
