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I am entirely uninterested in Back to the Future day except to note its existence, and isn't that cool, because childhood. I'm waiting for 2019 when we can have Blade Runner day. Because reasons and also that was my big thing. See also: icon.
(Icon is actually from Split Second, which is ALSO a fun movie, but never mind.)
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Plus then I start thinking, okay, if I really am that muscly, how hard do I punch. If I punch someone really hard will they feel it? I'm used to being a tiny person, I will own, the idea of being able to punch someone and make them feel it makes me giggle wickedly. Not that I would.I'd more likely kick instead. But I'll think about it. And giggle.
... and now I'm going to push myself even harder in capoeira today aren't I. If my lungs hold out. Fucking lungs.
Related to all of that flail, my GOD I need to get my exercise discipline back. I have lost it. Completely. After DragonCon. I now do very little exercise except for capoeira twice a week (which, granted, is strenuous exercise but still) and I need to get back into taking that half hour to an hour every morning to work out. I have no fucking clue how to do this, either. Except, maybe, clear the floor every night before I go to bed because with the boy's schedule completely disrupted I don't have the upstairs anymore, he gets more sleep than I do. And then go to bed earlier because it's come winter and that time of year again. I should just do this. We'll see if I can manage it over the coming week?
I have no Wednesday reads these days because my stress has pretty much reduced my brain to endless binges of various TV. So, media consumed? Season One and a chunk of Two of The Blacklist, which continues to be a fun procedural the most fun part of which is Spader being Spader. I can't really recommend it unless you like procedurals and Spader, but if you do, this is so the thing. Nikita is something I've recently been working down, it's one of those Chick Power Fighting Punching Speaking Many Languages Doing Arcane Shit On Computers spy things that appeals to me on a very id not a very have to think about it hard level. I'm enjoying it. Khlyen is in it. I kind of started watching Lost Girl again and where you'd think it'd also be one of those Chick Power Fighting Punching appeal things, it really isn't. There's just enough pretty and snark to keep me watching a few eps each week, but... eh. Ummmm. I finished Dark Matter. That was a thing that happened. That's about all I can say for that. I'm almost done with Daredevil, which I really love, that might have to be a post all on its own. STICK. STICK. Come here you cantankerous son of a bitch. I think that might be it. Rob Stewart, Khylen in Killjoys, is in fucking half of it, too. He showed up in Lost Girl shortly before I started Nikita, after I rewatched Dark Matter (which had him in the pilot for those of you who don't know) and so at this point I just expect Khylen to turn up around every corner. It's creepy. And funny. Like a morbid drinking game.
And a cat update! After staying hid under the file cabinet for several hours yesterday, Little Bit has yet to go back into hiding. Mostly she's been meatloaf'd and sleeping on her bed, or wandering around trying to get out of quarantine or just bunting and rubbing up against us demanding pets. She's still friendly. I can pick her up and touch my nose to hers, probably, I can definitely pick her up, and she just lays there or squirms into a more comfortable position and lays there. She is definitely a friendly, adoptable kitty if we end up not keeping her. Which at this point for me depends on a) the boy and b) whether or not we can convince the other cats to accept her, I think. And. Aaaaand there was a thing. Oh. We haven't gotten around to checking if she's been chipped yet. That was a thing I thought of that I don't know if I mentioned in public, it occurred to me that she might be a very long lost cat mistaken for a feral, and if I could find a chip and the family, that might be a happy if somewhat bittersweet ending. I don't expect to, but you never know.
And that, I believe, is all the news that's fit to print. Now I get to see if I can do writings (which I also need to catch up on as hopefully our situation stabilizies), prep for the show coming up at day job, and edits, and catch up on online classes. Whoof.
(Icon is actually from Split Second, which is ALSO a fun movie, but never mind.)
( Cut for actually talking about numbers in weight and food things )
Plus then I start thinking, okay, if I really am that muscly, how hard do I punch. If I punch someone really hard will they feel it? I'm used to being a tiny person, I will own, the idea of being able to punch someone and make them feel it makes me giggle wickedly. Not that I would.
... and now I'm going to push myself even harder in capoeira today aren't I. If my lungs hold out. Fucking lungs.
Related to all of that flail, my GOD I need to get my exercise discipline back. I have lost it. Completely. After DragonCon. I now do very little exercise except for capoeira twice a week (which, granted, is strenuous exercise but still) and I need to get back into taking that half hour to an hour every morning to work out. I have no fucking clue how to do this, either. Except, maybe, clear the floor every night before I go to bed because with the boy's schedule completely disrupted I don't have the upstairs anymore, he gets more sleep than I do. And then go to bed earlier because it's come winter and that time of year again. I should just do this. We'll see if I can manage it over the coming week?
I have no Wednesday reads these days because my stress has pretty much reduced my brain to endless binges of various TV. So, media consumed? Season One and a chunk of Two of The Blacklist, which continues to be a fun procedural the most fun part of which is Spader being Spader. I can't really recommend it unless you like procedurals and Spader, but if you do, this is so the thing. Nikita is something I've recently been working down, it's one of those Chick Power Fighting Punching Speaking Many Languages Doing Arcane Shit On Computers spy things that appeals to me on a very id not a very have to think about it hard level. I'm enjoying it. Khlyen is in it. I kind of started watching Lost Girl again and where you'd think it'd also be one of those Chick Power Fighting Punching appeal things, it really isn't. There's just enough pretty and snark to keep me watching a few eps each week, but... eh. Ummmm. I finished Dark Matter. That was a thing that happened. That's about all I can say for that. I'm almost done with Daredevil, which I really love, that might have to be a post all on its own. STICK. STICK. Come here you cantankerous son of a bitch. I think that might be it. Rob Stewart, Khylen in Killjoys, is in fucking half of it, too. He showed up in Lost Girl shortly before I started Nikita, after I rewatched Dark Matter (which had him in the pilot for those of you who don't know) and so at this point I just expect Khylen to turn up around every corner. It's creepy. And funny. Like a morbid drinking game.
And a cat update! After staying hid under the file cabinet for several hours yesterday, Little Bit has yet to go back into hiding. Mostly she's been meatloaf'd and sleeping on her bed, or wandering around trying to get out of quarantine or just bunting and rubbing up against us demanding pets. She's still friendly. I can pick her up and touch my nose to hers, probably, I can definitely pick her up, and she just lays there or squirms into a more comfortable position and lays there. She is definitely a friendly, adoptable kitty if we end up not keeping her. Which at this point for me depends on a) the boy and b) whether or not we can convince the other cats to accept her, I think. And. Aaaaand there was a thing. Oh. We haven't gotten around to checking if she's been chipped yet. That was a thing I thought of that I don't know if I mentioned in public, it occurred to me that she might be a very long lost cat mistaken for a feral, and if I could find a chip and the family, that might be a happy if somewhat bittersweet ending. I don't expect to, but you never know.
And that, I believe, is all the news that's fit to print. Now I get to see if I can do writings (which I also need to catch up on as hopefully our situation stabilizies), prep for the show coming up at day job, and edits, and catch up on online classes. Whoof.