Next time Proud Mary comes on at the gym, get off the elliptical machine. Collapsing on the floor trying to catch your breath while looking for your legs is not a pretty sight. It was a close call today, how many of those do you think you’ll get?!
I went away last week so I could have a mini-break from everything. I light holiday-hold-the-drama, if you may. Unfortunately the weather was better in Brighton, the drama was still in the way and it didn’t exactly feel like a holiday. Oh well, at least I got to see a few friends that I don’t get to see often. No regrets, no complaints.
So from what I’ve gathered (ha) last night the finale of Lost aired and I am trying very hard to care.
I used to be a fan of the show and really liked it. However during the 4th season I got tired. I got tired of waiting for new episodes that would progress the story only a tiny bit further. I got tired of the forced soap opera styled dramatic pauses (have I mentioned I have no patience for soaps?). I realised that I was waiting too long to be told what a polar bear was doing on what looks almost like a tropical island. What the hell that black smoke that made mechanical sounds was? And what on earth brought down those trees? And I believe those questions are only from Season 1! Most episodes introduced new questions while answering very few of the older ones, if any at all.
So at some point during season 4 I stopped watching it. I cared very little about what was happening and the long hiatus periods didn’t help. I kept downloading the episodes but never actually sat down to watch them. I continued to download the episodes for another year but never watched any of them. And then season 6 came.
By this season (6) I had no idea what was happening any more. I had heard that there were flashbacks (or flash forwards?) of them getting off the island. Or at least some of them. I had seen a couple of season 4 episodes where some were off the island dealing with new issues (that were going to happen later in the show but we hardly knew what they were). However when the words “final season” were uttered I got interested again but could not watch it. Because it meant I’d have to spend all this time to watch a season and a half of episodes in order to catch up. So I’m still putting this off. Because I know that Lost is addictive and if I have all the episodes I will sit down and watch them without stopping sometimes putting off the more important things in life. Like, you know, having one. I’m putting this off until my schedule gets a little lighter and I can afford a new addicting distraction.
In the meantime I will have to try very hard to not have it spoiled. I know everyone will be talking about it for a while so it’ll be hard but I need to know one thing. If you watch the show and had the chance to see the final episode could you tell me, without spoiling it, if the ending was any good? I don’t want to spend all these hours watching it and put in all this effort to not ruin the ending, for nothing.
No really, ignore this. Just testing something. Move along now, nothing to see here!
I’m behind on my tweets, I’m behind on my posts, I’m behind on my reading, I’m behind on my writing. Things are going very well… /sarcasm
I wish I could just give up everything else (like Uni) and tweet and blog for a living. That would be neat. Only I’d have to write more interesting posts. No one would want to read what I’m writing now…
Come to think of it, I might as well stop writing this pointless post here…
This weekend has really flown by. Actually it’s not just this weekend but lately all the days seem to go by very quickly and I feel like I should be two months behind. To prove it, my wall calendar is still telling me that it’s February. I don’t know what happened but that must have been the month I stopped understanding what days, weeks and months (if not time in general too) mean. But I digress, that is a discussion for a different post, this post is…. a Saturday Scene!
I’ve been meaning to integrate my @SatScenes in the blog for ages but I never actually did. Probably because I wasn’t posting much in general.
So, this Saturday after a walk around the shops with “the wife” we decided to visit a new café in the Brighton Lanes which stays open late. Like every coffee shop should! I won’t start ranting about this now but they really shouldn’t close early. Anyway, I’m referring to the Naked café which might actually be a part of a chain or whatever they’re called. I generally don’t like chains but this was a pretty one. We sat in an area without chairs where instead they have placed pillows against the walls and tiny tables in front of them. It’s pretty. Not necessarily comfortable but cosy nonetheless and it made me feel a little childish too. Okay, I’m almost always childish but usually that character trait is not encouraged by my surroundings… Anyway, I had the black Americano and the whoopie pie. How amazing was that pie? I’m salivating just thinking about it! Definitely having another one when we go back.
As always, click to embiggen.
Dear person who peed on our front door,
You should know that the contraption over your head and a little to the left is a CCTV camera. Oh, and FUCK YOU!
Cheers,
Colin
Also, yesterday I saw a homeless guy pee through his clothes. I actually threw up a little in my mouth over that one. I’ve spent the last three days wanting to pee every 10 minutes. Okay, it’s probably because I’ve been drinking a lot of water recently. And since my place is between two bars, I was sort of expecting the pee on the door to happen one day but still!
Yo, Universe, what’s up with all the pee?
Remember how I have a BSc in Computer Science? Well, it turns out I’ve forgotten everything I knew. I believe it was around 7pm on Sunday when I got all excited and thought I’d make a few changes to the template. Of course I didn’t back it up! And of course I screwed up the template!
Since the changes I was making were meant to lead to a new template I decided to skip the middle steps and just switch to a new theme! I gave up on the other template and focused on altering the one I was planning to use instead and which you should be seeing right now. I will probably continue tweaking though… If you spot things looking funny or even not working please let me know?
Say hi to the new theme! And yes, I know how childish this makes me sound… I am just so glad I can continue my May Posting Challenge! And it’s not too late for others out there who may want to take part too!!!
So, what do you think? Is it any good?
A few days ago, I had a conversation with Poe about blogging. She said she wants to start posting more often and I mentioned how I’ve been struggling with frequent posts and so we thought we’d create a challenge for us and for anyone out there who may want to join us!
The May Posting Challenge!
This will be a month-long challenge (May 1st – May 31st) and there are only two, very simple rules:
The numbers are merely suggestions and you can always post more often but obviously you will have to write at least 10 posts by June 1st 2010 in order to complete the challenge and be counted as a winner.
You can decide to take part in the challenge at any time during this month and if you do please contact either me or Poe so we can include you in the participants list!
Let’s blog bitches!
It’s been a couple of weeks since I started going to the gym. I am less whinny about it now. Yes, I am. I have come to terms with the facts that we all have bodies, we all sweat, some people stink and that some guys are very committed to following the ‘if you love your balls set them free’ rule (aka going commando at the gym). I now know that gyms are not clean places. I understand that going to the gym is a dirty business. Yes it is; you have to be in contact with other people’s sweat; you can be viciously attacked by the B.O. of the stubbornly unwashed; and you will be checked out and judged on your fitness and appearance by snooty muscular straight guys (they are just as bad as some gay guys out there).
I have also stopped caring so much about the communal showers issue. Mostly because I have yet to share the showers with another person! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, boys are yucky. MOST of the guys I’ve had the honour of sharing the locker room with, have not bothered showering before leaving. Some don’t even change clothes! Now, all you gym veterans are probably aware of this and don’t bat an eyelid when it happens but to me this is all new and I’m still surprised by these small things. I found the following graph to be fairly accurate so far. (click to embiggen)
With the exception of one thing… Last week I think I saw a guy playing with himself while looking at me as I was showering. I didn’t know how to react to the situation so I ignored it, but mostly I didn’t know how to feel about it. I think it’s a combination of feelings. A general sense of pride that I can still be part of someone’s fantasy even when I don’t believe I look that good, a sickening feeling of being objectified (seriously! and who knew?!) and a worry that I might actually end up getting used or even liking this after a while. I’d rather this didn’t happen again, though.
As I expected, I have seen only a tiny improvement in my fitness. I don’t mind of course because it is very early but I wish I could see results faster because sometimes I feel like I’m wasting my time. Well, I’m a Generation Y-er so the instant gratification expectations are almost assumed here. However, I’m trying to take advantage of this by trying harder. I just want to see at least a small change before the thoughts of giving up start creeping in. I know me and trust me when I say, I only have about 2 months left before I start questioning. So I must either see even the tiniest of results or make going to the gym a habit, if I want to continue exercising. Scary, huh? Well, I am learning how to anticipate certain things so I can improve myself. It’s all part of the ‘Colin Improvement Initiative’.
Since I am going for an all-over-workout and I’m not training for something in specific (although I do have “Run the London Marathon” on my life-list) I have been doing all sorts of exercises. I am in the process of learning which areas I need to work on more so I can have a well-rounded workout. This, in combination with my being a newbie means I sometimes look/sound silly. Especially when I am doing sit-ups. Damn, those are hard to do! It doesn’t help that the area cleared for such exercises is right in front of the stairs that lead to the lower floor of the gym.
So there I am, groaning like a fool, gasping from the pain when a guy comes up the stairs smiling as if to say “boy you sure are making ridiculous noises over there” to which I respond with what I call the “smile of desperation” when all I want to do is ask if he can see the head yet. So I don’t want to encourage conversation at the gym yet. I like working out all by myself. I used to think that having a gym-buddy would be better but I don’t think so any more. I enjoy getting lost in my thoughts and the music coming from my headphones. And it’s not like I would have much to say anyway.
Sample dialogue (guess who of those is me):
- Holy shit those push ups almost killed me!
- Wow, how many did you do?
- Um, two…
I won’t ramble on but it’s tough you guys. Some of you get it and some may not. It’s not meant to be easy. After all, nothing worth having is easy. So here I am. Just a constantly sore wreck of a boy, standing in front of the internets, asking you to keep encouraging me.
