Archive for February, 2006

In dreams…

No, not THOSE kind of dreams, preverts…

I've not been sleeping very well as of late.  In fact, I quite think that I'm coming down with something.  Anyhow, we've been without climate control in our humble abode for a few weeks, and now, thanks to a broken water pipe - the one connecting our condo to the water world - we've been off of that grid too.  All that's left to do is sleep.

So sleep I do.

And when I sleep, I have these weird dreams.

Yesterday, during my afternoon nap (yes, I had a morning one, too, because I didn't really sleep the night before), I had a dream that I was at the Disney Birthing Center.  Yes… I know that Disney doesn't have a birthing center, but humor me here.  The birthing center was set up as a three-story building, into which pregnant mothers-to-be go, and out come mothers and babies.  Only this birthing center was totally unsafe.  There were NO safety features in this birthing center.  No guardrails on the stairs, ramps down which gurneys would be pushed with mothers (and babies) again with no guardrails (especially at the end of the ramps where there would be steep chasms the bottom of which one could not see), open sewers with no grates covering them, elevators with no doors.  All of this, and one lone safety officer running around the place trying to keep everyone safe.  That would be me.

Last night, I had another dream.  Last night's dream was something that occurred in North Florida.  Near Jacksonville, if I'm not mistaken.  The airport was closed for remodelling, so I was running around (literally running, on foot) doing something which I have yet to figure out.  The dream ended with me playing chicken in a railyard with empty boxcars hurtling toward me on tracks that were not totally there, with me having to try to figure out which way to jump to avoid one of them colliding into me.  These cars were being pushed by engines in the style of the short-track relay skaters pushing each other (find some footage somewhere, if you don't know what I'm talking about), down the track, at me.  I didn't, to my knowledge, get plowed into.  A good thing, considering that I love trains.

Anyhow… thought I'd share my fun.

This is surprising…

You are Geordi LaForge

Geordi LaForge
90%
Chekov
80%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
80%
James T. Kirk (Captain)
75%
Spock
74%
Mr. Scott
70%
Will Riker
65%
Uhura
60%
Jean-Luc Picard
60%
Worf
60%
Deanna Troi
60%
Mr. Sulu
50%
Beverly Crusher
50%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)
45%
Data
37%
You work well with others and often
fix problems quickly. Your romantic
relationships are often bungled.


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What if…

What if Dick Cheney had “accidentally” shot Duh-byuh…

Would the secret service have risen up and protected their leader?

What a mess that would have been.

Man that Dick… he's a dead-eye, ain't he?
;-)

So, today starts…

Today starts a new chapter in the Life of Sean.  Exercise, part V.

Four times before in my life, I have started an exercise regimen.  Every single one of those times ended.  I know it seems like there's a missing adjective (adverb?), but the sentence is complete on its own.  Today, I started part V.  Tomorrow, I will start part VI.  And so on and so forth.

Why is this the case?  Why not “just start and never stop?”

Because I feel that I need to constantly renew the commitment to myself if I am to improve my health to the point where I can actually say that I am healthy again.  I've taken to doing this with my food choices as well.  If I happen to eat a McDonalds Crispy Spicy Chicken Sandwich and a large Fries, I don't hit myself over the head for hours.  I just eat three Dunkin' Donuts to make up for my error later.  No, I'm not joking.  The point I'm making is that overall I have dramatically improved my food choices…  now it's time to work on dramatically improving my overall “intake” of exercise.

This morning it was “only” 20 minutes on the treadmill at a 2.5% incline for 20 minutes at 4MPH.  Tomorrow, I'll go a bit longer.  Eventually, I want to get that up to 45 minutes or longer.  Could I have gone longer?  Sure.  Will I go longer?  Definitely.

And I feel great because I've finally started Exercise, part V.  I can't wait for part VI tomorrow.

So, Alito is in…

And last night while watching the Shrub's State of the Union speech, I was wondering who the Danny Glover-looking-dude was wearing the robe.  (No offense intended, Mr. Glover… you, of course, are much better looking!) Of course, it was none other than Hizzonner Clarence Thomas.  I knew that, without thinking.  But I started wondering…

When is Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to go to Scandanavia to get her sex change operation, and when is Clarence Thomas going to get his MJ Patented Whitification so that we once again have an all-white, all-male Supreme Court that truly represents the American people?