April 1st, 2010
|06:42 am - next up: the cruelest month|
March 'went out' like a lion for me, in the sense of a bad breakup with screaming fits and furniture breakage. Yesterday's culmination of failed cooking/arson attempts - boiled a pot dry while steaming a tamale, carbonized a sheet-pan of fries to just short of actual flame - and a meltdown at the gym (I foresee having to explain yet again that I am not there for weight decrease, I am there for fitness increase and if you frame it in terms of the former even jokingly you are pushing big red nuclear ballistics launch buttons: file under Not Helping) left me frustrated and angry. Thus I was strongly tempted to be antisocial and ditch my Norwescon plans for the weekend. However, by dint of self-appointment to the position of Narrator for an experimental recounting of my attendance via social media (breaking the Twitter silence, even) I've convinced myself not to spend the weekend under a rock cursing my involuntary membership in the human race.
Current Location: how high is up?
Current Mood: guarded
Current Music: the sound of silence
|Date:||April 1st, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)|| |
I'll be at Norwescon, we should meet up!
About gyms. I acknowledge (grudgingly) that advancing age means I have to work stupidly hard to maintain a level of fitness that I once took completely and utterly for granted, and it kind of pisses me off, but it's one of those second law of thermodynamics things, there's really nothing to be done.
But I still don't like them. All the rhythmic clanking and heavy machinery makes me feel like I'm working in a factory. I don't like all the televisions being on. I dislike half the music. And there's something about the whole go-go, pump it up! atmosphere that reminds me of the bad parts of the 1908s.
So, to amuse myself, I like to imagine that I am at the gym because I am training to survive the upcoming zombie apocalypse.
Upcoming zombie apocalypse.
Oh, I like that.
|Date:||April 1st, 2010 03:50 pm (UTC)|| |
Carol and I'll be at Norwescon Thursday and Friday evenings, and all day Saturday and Sunday, hopefully we can meet at some point!
Since my car apparently can't enter Bellevue...
I'm planning on stopping by Norwescon in the afternoon(s)/evening(s) once or twice. If it's vile weather all weekend, I may even come during the day. Looking forward to seeing you.