all i needed was endomorphins
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bluelovesorangeWent to the gym today with Sharlene, a bonafide gym, and not just a woman's centre, and it was different. Lots of loud annoying pop music guaranteed to make you run faster on the treadmill or kill yourself all over the highway of middle of the road - whichever comes first. I did a lot of stretching before manning the machines. The recruiter was a bit scary - one of those overly thin, bright eyed and overly made up people, who are supposed to make me want to look like them, and I kept on getting distracted by her lipstick - it was drawn over her natural lip line in two sharp points, so it looked like she had the mouth of a seventy year old hausfrau (years of smoking and pursing her lips prissily, so that her mouth looks like a knife wound) and not really paying attention to her spiel. I also wondered if she ever had the urge to just eat her arm.
Resistance on all the machines kicked my ass so by the end of two hours, I was sweating profusely and feeling like I had to be either floating on an imaginary treadmill or moving my arms up and down, just as long as I was moving that bastard fifteen pound weight. Because I stretched a lot beforehand, I'm not horrifically sore now, but I'm not sure I'm the gym type - plus with my schedule currently, I really only have time for work or class. If I could master push ups and do some situps now and then, I should be fine.
Prior to my big adventure in fitness land, I fell at work and managed to catch my shoulder on several fake wood shelves, scratching and bruising the front of my right arm, and opening a nice gash on my right hand - what was funny was the reaction to it. All my male co workers were much more concerned about it than I was, and kept on offering to do things for me - chivalry when it happens, always surprises me, but I suppose I really shouldn't be. I work with all nice boys even if some of them are a little strange (pot, kettle, new shade of black), and when they weren't being solicituous ("For god's sake, man, she JUST CUT HER HAND OPEN!") they were making me laugh. A and M kept on singing the little incidental tune from Sesame Street (or was it the Muppets) and debating the merits of Batman versus Superman (Batman Totally Wins at Life), George Lucas' reputation as a hack, and how stupid some of our customers are. In short: I have found my People. Again.
It does seem like I ended up in a band that only the pretentious indie hipster kids would like, but the hilariousness of some of the titles....and my demise by fish? Only too perfect.
ETA: I nearly had a heart attack last night when I read that Uncle Neil, aka, Neil Gaiman was a Scientologist - but emphasis on Was. Due to the insanityathon that is Tom Cruise, I realized that I really didn't know very much about Scientology, except some far fetched, insane, this is not of our reality theories/rumors...so I did a little digging, and you know what? I wasn't far off. There are some aspects to Scientology that sounded like therapy or motivational workshops, and 'levels' sort of reminded me about Buddhism, which is fine and almost normal...but then you add things about suspicious behavior of Scientologists reacting to ex-Scientologists who speak out about the religion, the mysterious death of the founder's son, the little things like Aliens and Spaceships and then you start to think, okay, skeevy now.
or at least I do. It's not so much mocking as it is genuine befuddlement. Jason Lee, we hardly knew ye. But then you had to name your kid Pilot Inspektor, and Beck, yeah - not so much with the understanding, either. Kabbalah and Scientology just seem like fashion trends to me, scary, multi million dollar cult like fashion trends, that have very little to do with what I think about in faith, spirituality, or grace.
Resistance on all the machines kicked my ass so by the end of two hours, I was sweating profusely and feeling like I had to be either floating on an imaginary treadmill or moving my arms up and down, just as long as I was moving that bastard fifteen pound weight. Because I stretched a lot beforehand, I'm not horrifically sore now, but I'm not sure I'm the gym type - plus with my schedule currently, I really only have time for work or class. If I could master push ups and do some situps now and then, I should be fine.
Prior to my big adventure in fitness land, I fell at work and managed to catch my shoulder on several fake wood shelves, scratching and bruising the front of my right arm, and opening a nice gash on my right hand - what was funny was the reaction to it. All my male co workers were much more concerned about it than I was, and kept on offering to do things for me - chivalry when it happens, always surprises me, but I suppose I really shouldn't be. I work with all nice boys even if some of them are a little strange (pot, kettle, new shade of black), and when they weren't being solicituous ("For god's sake, man, she JUST CUT HER HAND OPEN!") they were making me laugh. A and M kept on singing the little incidental tune from Sesame Street (or was it the Muppets) and debating the merits of Batman versus Superman (Batman Totally Wins at Life), George Lucas' reputation as a hack, and how stupid some of our customers are. In short: I have found my People. Again.
It does seem like I ended up in a band that only the pretentious indie hipster kids would like, but the hilariousness of some of the titles....and my demise by fish? Only too perfect.
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ETA: I nearly had a heart attack last night when I read that Uncle Neil, aka, Neil Gaiman was a Scientologist - but emphasis on Was. Due to the insanityathon that is Tom Cruise, I realized that I really didn't know very much about Scientology, except some far fetched, insane, this is not of our reality theories/rumors...so I did a little digging, and you know what? I wasn't far off. There are some aspects to Scientology that sounded like therapy or motivational workshops, and 'levels' sort of reminded me about Buddhism, which is fine and almost normal...but then you add things about suspicious behavior of Scientologists reacting to ex-Scientologists who speak out about the religion, the mysterious death of the founder's son, the little things like Aliens and Spaceships and then you start to think, okay, skeevy now.
or at least I do. It's not so much mocking as it is genuine befuddlement. Jason Lee, we hardly knew ye. But then you had to name your kid Pilot Inspektor, and Beck, yeah - not so much with the understanding, either. Kabbalah and Scientology just seem like fashion trends to me, scary, multi million dollar cult like fashion trends, that have very little to do with what I think about in faith, spirituality, or grace.
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I'm in California now.
Date: 2005-06-28 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: I'm in California now.
Date: 2005-06-28 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 06:10 pm (UTC)Neil Gaiman was a Scientologist?? Oh, Neil! He's way too intelligent for it. At least he quit.
From what I know of it, Kabbalah actually has legitimacy as a religion (it's a sort of sect of Judaism, I think) that's been around a long time. But Scientology? Totally a cult. And it was founded in like 1964.
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Date: 2005-06-28 07:44 pm (UTC)Well. Yes. We have the Ribisi family to blame for that.
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Date: 2005-06-28 10:12 pm (UTC)I am writing Dave, Lane and Special Guest Star fic.
Date: 2005-06-28 10:34 pm (UTC)Re: I am writing Dave, Lane and Special Guest Star fic.
Date: 2005-06-30 09:15 pm (UTC)