Time for a cheerier update.
Jun. 3rd, 2003 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I should probably post something cheerful here. Because my life is not all getting yelled at and having personal space invaded and all. I've built myself a little barricade of junk to prevent my personal space from being casually, unknowingly invaded-- my garbage can, my backpack, my shoes, my sneakers, and the chair is wedged into place and I've got my feet on it. So...
Last night was actually a lot of fun. We had German meatballs, we played with StrongBad on Dave's computer (it really, really improves Mondays to have new StrongBad emails on them. Really it does.) and then I went and played on my computer, which I hadn't done in a long time.
I decided to come up with a title and design for my website, which Dave has mentioned he might start working on again. I've settled at least for now on Inscrutable Toaster, after the story I never found a plot for. I had a setting, a wonderful character, and several wonderful atmospheric scenes. And, a title I was thoroughly pleased with. But...
No plot. So sad.
So it's a decent blog title. I mean... "slumbering lungfish" is the title of Lore Sjoberg (formerly of Brunching Shuttlecocks)'s blog, which is a pretty funny one. He has a whole explanation of it, too. Hm.
Anyhow. I was playing with designs for it, and mostly Dave and i ended up screwing around (not that way, you sickos), being really silly and tickling each other and so on. We ended up surfing a webring, which neither of us had done in a while-- starting at toaster.org (i was seeing how google-able my Inscrutable Toaster idea was), we followed the Ring of Unusual Museums on the Internet. There was some really, really, truly, genuinely terrible webdesign, such as I had not seen in some time. It was genuinely horrific.
I did get a wonderful awful dancing animated .gif of a banana, that prompted Dave to make up a song that went "I am a banana, I am a banana" which he continued to sing even after he was theoretically asleep.
So, a very silly evening, and a welcome interlude of nonsense and joviality after a long time of not doing much. I need a lot of nonsense in my life. Dave's also much more fun when he's full of nonsense. He's quite good at nonsense, for someone as logical as he is. I like it. ^.^
I'm a little stuck today; I need my co-worker T's input to finish the project-- I mean, she has to edit each page before I can submit it to our manager and to the CEO for approval. But... yesterday morning, she was out walking her dog in high heels on her lawn, and she turned her ankle. She showed up for work with an Ace bandage on it and when I asked if she'd iced it, she said she'd taken Motrin which was just as good. Fortunately we have RN's working here, and they forced her to go to the hospital and get it X-rayed. For the second time in two months, she had a foot injury like that.
Last time, it was a little bone in her foot that was broken.
This time, a major ankle bone is snapped in two places.
Well. So she's not in today. I think this might be some motivation for her-- she has to either get serious with her diet and actually lose the 150 pounds she's been wanting to, or she's going to have to give up every one of her cute but slightly impractical pairs of shoes. Mobility, or food? One's going to get sacrificed. She's the type who goes on a diet and the moment she hits a snag of stress, will go eat four Twix bars and have a six-pack of Coke.
Which means that while I turned my ankle the other day and managed to get home on it, took the weekend off, and was right as rain by Tuesday, she turned her ankle and the force of the ligament separating pulled the bone with it in two different directions.
So there's an incentive to me to keep up with this attempt at fitness. I may not care that much about a dress size, but please God, don't make me so immobile. Another coworker has started dieting because her blood pressure is dangerously high and the pressure in her eyes is giving her glaucoma. So...
A general slimming of this part of the office will have to ensue, I think. I'm making miniscule progress-- I lost ten pounds by the end of last month, but gained 5 back. They appear and disappear every day-- in the morning before I shower, I'm all nice and light, but at night after dinner, I'm 5 pounds heavier, no matter what I eat or do during the day. So...
I'm going to try to eat a little bit less, and maybe work in a little more exercise-- perhaps something intensive on the weekends, or possibly a regimen of calisthenics in the morning before I leave. I just have so much trouble being interested enough to actually do it. Sigh. How much do I want washboard abs? Especially given that no matter what I do, my abs will never washboard, and the best I can hope for is gently squishy as opposed to the violently wobbly that i have now.
Ah well. My motivation is to not ever, ever, ever have trouble climbing a flight of stairs simply because I'm fat. If I'm sick, or weary, or hurt, or drunk, or it's a big flight of stairs, sure whatever. But I do not want my fat ass to actively impede my life. No. That's just... gross. T is so gross-- it's all fat hanging from her belly. That's just not right. it's just not. I can't let that happen to me. Ew.\
So anyhow. I'm looking forward to a relaxed night tonight, perhaps eating some more meatballs, perhaps being silly again, or perhaps actually getting work done.
By the way, they've lowered the price of the Powerbooks. So tantalizingly close to the amount I have in my bank account that unfortunately needs to be spent on, oh, bills and the like.
So mean.
Drooooool.
Last night was actually a lot of fun. We had German meatballs, we played with StrongBad on Dave's computer (it really, really improves Mondays to have new StrongBad emails on them. Really it does.) and then I went and played on my computer, which I hadn't done in a long time.
I decided to come up with a title and design for my website, which Dave has mentioned he might start working on again. I've settled at least for now on Inscrutable Toaster, after the story I never found a plot for. I had a setting, a wonderful character, and several wonderful atmospheric scenes. And, a title I was thoroughly pleased with. But...
No plot. So sad.
So it's a decent blog title. I mean... "slumbering lungfish" is the title of Lore Sjoberg (formerly of Brunching Shuttlecocks)'s blog, which is a pretty funny one. He has a whole explanation of it, too. Hm.
Anyhow. I was playing with designs for it, and mostly Dave and i ended up screwing around (not that way, you sickos), being really silly and tickling each other and so on. We ended up surfing a webring, which neither of us had done in a while-- starting at toaster.org (i was seeing how google-able my Inscrutable Toaster idea was), we followed the Ring of Unusual Museums on the Internet. There was some really, really, truly, genuinely terrible webdesign, such as I had not seen in some time. It was genuinely horrific.
I did get a wonderful awful dancing animated .gif of a banana, that prompted Dave to make up a song that went "I am a banana, I am a banana" which he continued to sing even after he was theoretically asleep.
So, a very silly evening, and a welcome interlude of nonsense and joviality after a long time of not doing much. I need a lot of nonsense in my life. Dave's also much more fun when he's full of nonsense. He's quite good at nonsense, for someone as logical as he is. I like it. ^.^
I'm a little stuck today; I need my co-worker T's input to finish the project-- I mean, she has to edit each page before I can submit it to our manager and to the CEO for approval. But... yesterday morning, she was out walking her dog in high heels on her lawn, and she turned her ankle. She showed up for work with an Ace bandage on it and when I asked if she'd iced it, she said she'd taken Motrin which was just as good. Fortunately we have RN's working here, and they forced her to go to the hospital and get it X-rayed. For the second time in two months, she had a foot injury like that.
Last time, it was a little bone in her foot that was broken.
This time, a major ankle bone is snapped in two places.
Well. So she's not in today. I think this might be some motivation for her-- she has to either get serious with her diet and actually lose the 150 pounds she's been wanting to, or she's going to have to give up every one of her cute but slightly impractical pairs of shoes. Mobility, or food? One's going to get sacrificed. She's the type who goes on a diet and the moment she hits a snag of stress, will go eat four Twix bars and have a six-pack of Coke.
Which means that while I turned my ankle the other day and managed to get home on it, took the weekend off, and was right as rain by Tuesday, she turned her ankle and the force of the ligament separating pulled the bone with it in two different directions.
So there's an incentive to me to keep up with this attempt at fitness. I may not care that much about a dress size, but please God, don't make me so immobile. Another coworker has started dieting because her blood pressure is dangerously high and the pressure in her eyes is giving her glaucoma. So...
A general slimming of this part of the office will have to ensue, I think. I'm making miniscule progress-- I lost ten pounds by the end of last month, but gained 5 back. They appear and disappear every day-- in the morning before I shower, I'm all nice and light, but at night after dinner, I'm 5 pounds heavier, no matter what I eat or do during the day. So...
I'm going to try to eat a little bit less, and maybe work in a little more exercise-- perhaps something intensive on the weekends, or possibly a regimen of calisthenics in the morning before I leave. I just have so much trouble being interested enough to actually do it. Sigh. How much do I want washboard abs? Especially given that no matter what I do, my abs will never washboard, and the best I can hope for is gently squishy as opposed to the violently wobbly that i have now.
Ah well. My motivation is to not ever, ever, ever have trouble climbing a flight of stairs simply because I'm fat. If I'm sick, or weary, or hurt, or drunk, or it's a big flight of stairs, sure whatever. But I do not want my fat ass to actively impede my life. No. That's just... gross. T is so gross-- it's all fat hanging from her belly. That's just not right. it's just not. I can't let that happen to me. Ew.\
So anyhow. I'm looking forward to a relaxed night tonight, perhaps eating some more meatballs, perhaps being silly again, or perhaps actually getting work done.
By the way, they've lowered the price of the Powerbooks. So tantalizingly close to the amount I have in my bank account that unfortunately needs to be spent on, oh, bills and the like.
So mean.
Drooooool.
