Saw a show yesterday. It was the preview of some experimental piece about Alzheimer's. Well, I don't know whether it's experimental, but my experience with theater is almost completely of the "I sit in the audience and watch people perform what was in the script on the stage" variety, with some forays into, "I sit in the audience and watch people perform improvised stuff on the stage". Nothing was scripted, lots of following people around through a building. All the dudes around, in the show and in the audience, were in need of gaining 40#. And then maybe 20# more. I mean, one of the dudes was wearing 30"x32" jeans. A 30" waist! The dude had better have cancer or something.
Today they announce whether my city gets the Olympics or not. I'm sort of divided about it. On the one hand, no city ever makes money on the Olympics. On the other, we could end up with some much-needed infrastructure on the south side which would justify the spending somewhat. Still, I severely dislike the idea of local government subsidizing sporting events because I just don't see the money making it back to the people. It just doesn't add up. Though I do admit that they said at one point they would use no city money for it and the only government money used would be for infrastructure and security, which I suppose is fine.
Oh, wait, breaking news: we did not get the Olympics. Huzzah.
Work work work. Then moving. Then picking up heavy things. Then putting them down. Crap, I left my weightlifting shoes and my gym pass at the new place. Speaking of my new place, I wish we were set up in a place where I could just get a bar, weights, rack, and platform and not have to worry about a gym. I could set up the whole place for about $1000. Someday. It would pay for itself pretty quickly.
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