Hodgepodge #2
So I wrote that last entry about what I think makes a blog bad or good, which basically dooms me to total assholedom if my entries aren’t perfect from this point forward.
But I don’t feel like writing a perfect entry. So I guess that makes me an asshole starting…now.
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I’ve been swimming again. I swear, swimming has got to be one of the best exercises ever. It completely flushes my system and it burns a shitload of calories. I did it for just a week and people were already commenting that I looked like I had lost weight (maybe it’s just water weight loss.) It also doesn’t make your knees and lower back feel like hell.
The problem is, though, that it’s just inconvenient.
When you go running, you grab your iPod, put on your shoes, and step out the door.
When you swim, you get all your equipment together (goggles, earplugs, towel, and a quarter for the lockers.) You drive to the pool and unload. Light shower before you get in the pool. Do the actual swimming. Light shower after swimming, sometimes alone and sometimes with a few naked middle-aged men. Get your shit out of the locker. Drive back home. And take another shower, the real shower.
Then you eat a shitload of food, cause by that time you’re hungrier than hell. Actually, I think that meal is my favorite part of swimming. The part where you’re actually in the pool is alright, but I’m not a gifted swimmer, and I’m fairly certain that the urine levels of the Culver City Public Pool are impressive, to say the least.
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I tend to repeat myself a lot, and the Mike G is the poor bastard who usually gets the brunt of this annoying habit. Anyhow, I got my new issue of National Geographic today, and I mentioned to him, again, how it was, hands down, my favorite magazine.
What was different about this time around was the fact that I realized how infrequently I can say that about anything in my life.
I can’t tell you what my favorite movie is. I don’t have a favorite song. Hell, I don’t know what my favorite color is. I mean, I think orange is pretty cool, but not at funerals and business meetings.
Superlatives can be chafing to me sometimes. Good movies constantly come and go. My favorite song really depends on where I am in life and what kind of day I’ve been having. Life is something that needs to be adapted to. I don’t think it’s healthy to drop anchor, at least until your geriatric, in which case it’s not necessarily healthy, but it’s acceptable, and sometimes even funny - to other people.
Today tho, I realized that it is nice to have one or two things that are solid and stable and unchanging and dependable. And for me, one of those things is National Geographic Magazine. You know, I actually read the articles now? It’s very grown up.
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I was going to write an entry on hugging (don’t ask) when something went horribly, horribly wrong. I did a google image search for “hug” and I found this site.
Honestly, I’ve seen worse shit on the web, but man. There is a fetish for everything nowadays.
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I thankfully managed to fix that issue where my blog is outputting the text in my entries as one huge image file.For those of you using iWeb (Freddie), or are planning on using it later:Go into your “Font Book” and disable any Microsoft version of “Arial” that is version 2.90 or higher. It won’t fix your old entries, but it ensures that your future entries are normal text.
EDIT (04/25/07): I’ve since migrated this blog to wordpress, so it’s not so much an issue anymore…
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