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By gzt (Mon Feb 02, 2009 at 11:53:00 AM EST) gzt, bad man, violent man (all tags)
That's what I feel like today. I'm on a Songs: Ohia/Magnolia Electric Company kick today. Or the past few days, if you will. I've been in long enough to know when it's no good. I've been in long enough to know I ain't even getting close.

Am I a bad man? A violent man? A jealous man? Jealous, maybe. Bad, probably. Violent, no, not intentionally, I don't think, except I'm big, mildly clumsy, and strong enough to be so without intending to. At least, I don't mean to hurt anybody or anything. I'm not even the sort to destroy things. The closest I come is heaving rocks into the sea, and I suppose that is abusive, because I'm married to the sea, but that's a different story and between me and the sea, thank you very much.

I watched "There Will Be Blood" this weekend. Man. That guy got weird. His accent was odd, too.

I think I'm built a little like a T-Rex ( I really need to figure this out somehow. It's not extreme. But it's hard to find good data on what "normal" anthropometry is. I just got a look at info for elite rowers, which I'm not, but it's good statistical data about them, and these two numbers were pretty much the same in the elite and non-elite groups, but, anyways, unless I read them wrong, they suggest that my forearms might be embarrassingly short. I don't have an accurate measurement, I just pulled out a ruler and got a ballpark estimate, but we're talking on the order of 3 inches short. Which can't be right, since clothes tend to fit decently off the rack. Perhaps even the non-elite rowers have long arms.

I have to do my homework tonight. For my classes.

We watched a little bit of the game. With about three minutes left, we ran off to pick up the Chinese food we ordered. I suppose, in retrospect, we should have done it differently. However, I submit that we could not let the Chinese food get cold. We got back in time to catch the last few seconds of the game.

I hit the gym tonight. I'm back up to the point where I'm at weights that I go only with dread and constantly think, "O dear Lord, please do not crush or smite me during this squat/bench press set!" Soon I'll be back up to the point where there are fewer words and more profanity in the prayer. I will not use my new found strength for evil gains.

You know, I'm not much of a football guy, but now I feel like it'd be cool to watch that last three minutes of gametime I missed. Is there any place on the internets that does that?

Speaking of dinosaur comics: See, this is why the TARDIS is "Time and Relative Dimension in Space". This is totally trivial. I am mildly disappointed in you, dinosaur!

O dear Lord, please do not crush me or smite me! Per Dominum nostrum Jesum Christum, filium tuum, qui tecum vivit et regnat &c &c. Usually I'm not so baldly petitionary as that, but sometimes it's appropriate. Namely, when you are inviting something that weighs more than you do to crush or smite you.

I am a bad man.

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