it seems i've always got something on the tip of my tongue.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Quickies! I'm A-Fit To Burst!

Hey, my minions! (snicker, snort)

I think I'm going to try something different -- little snippets on a number of things. So, bear with me and embrace your ADHD!

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My hits have decreased by 60% or more after briefly soaring to wicked-good numbers, and me being a dimestore philosopher, I have a theory: College students! Those dirty-minded little ADHD sufferers were all in the throws of finals these last three weeks, and I suspect I'm responsible for many an underwhelming grade since I suspect they was web-surfin' and not book-starin'.

For shame! The future of the world depends on you young punks! The least you could do is study! And now they've just abandoned me, left me in lurch. Ahh! The horror!

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Okay, I'm over it.
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So, I'm back into cycling. I had a good ride again tonight and I need to stretch 'cos that over-30 rigor mortis is kicking in. I can literally hear my muscles groaning You want me to do that shit AGAIN in just hours from now? Curse you, you bitch!

Allow me to pull a Bogey and utter a variation my blog's mission statement (hijacked from The Maltese Falcon): When you're (overworked), you'll take it, and you'll like it.

But you know what? I'm feeling punchy. Feisty even! And I suspect I might just get my creativity back. Of course my ass feels like I've been booted three or four times by a workhorse's hooves, but hey, no pain, no loss, eh? And the ass that hurts now is gonna be ghetto bootay before long, baby!

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I still have a camera missing in the cosmos. Stepmommy's riding in to the rescue and furnishing me with an older camera. Know what? That's just fine! Photography's a drug and I'll mainline the nickel junk just like I would the high-rolling shit, man. Whatever gets my rocks off, and it don't take much. Maybe I'll say different once I see the quality from that camera, but there's still a miniscule chance the cosmos is fighting in my favour. Some woman responded to my lost'n'found Craigslist ad and asked when I lost it. Either she's some nosey woman with nothing better to do, or she found the thing. I'm waiting to hear back. The tease has yet to respond. Grr!

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The exercise thing has me realizing how much I've been down of late. I'm one of these people who gets very seasonally affected. If you've never heard of SAD, then you presumably live in a place where you actually see the sun at regular intervals in the winter. SAD stands for Seasonal Affectative Disorder, or otherwise "I get pissy and depressed when the weather stays pissy and oppressive". Yes, I become a grouchy and miserable cunt in the winter. But I do it so well!

And it sends me into this "fuck exercise" mode, too. But here I be, suddenly seasonally seizing on the sunshine (that which breaks through the intermittent waves of grey we're getting) and actually (GASP) exercising! My god! So now that more blood's reaching my brain, I sorta feel like writing. Then there's that conundrum of exercising, so now I have less time. Know who's liable to pay the price for that? You! I'll try my darnedest not to send you cashing that cheque, though.

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Um. What else do I want to say? Oh. Not much! Maybe tomorrow. :) Thanks for playing, boys and girls, and we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
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One last thing! Nearly every man I've been with has had horrible lighting! Some even seemed to think having their monitors turned on for little strobe light shows would somehow take the harshness off their elbow desk-lamps outfitted with halogen. If you're gonna get to shaggin' with a little style, then at least buy a couple nice lamps or get creative with lighting! Here's a great article I found on Metafilter to school ya! Me, I have two stained lamps, a Moroccan gold-cloth covered lamp, a nifty rig of rope lighting tucked into the overhead recesses of my TV armoire, and even a recently-installed dimmer switch in my dining room. Lighting's everything! 'course, having a few slick tongue-based moves doesn't hurt much. And hygeine. And maybe some cookin' skillz. But lighting helps!

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