I just finished watching the movie Spectre. I feel I would have made a good supervillain except for my lack of intelligence, ruthlessness, psychotic ambition and sense of purpose, and finances. However, I can do a wonderful evil laugh…
I’m listening to some experimental music via Pandora, at the moment.
At least, I think it’s experimental music – it could just be someone having a lot of trouble tuning his guitar…
Also, I don’t remember ever adding The Captain and Tenille to any of my playlists… *suspicious expression number 4*
Most nights when I practice tai chi, I light citronella candles, because it’s entrancing to watch the light flickering and dancing among the branches of our mango tree, which overshadows the little courtyard at the side of our house.
Last night it was raining heavily, and I almost decided to skip the practice session. However, I have only just started learning tai chi, and I felt guilty about letting the elements discourage me from being a diligent student.
So, into the storm I went…
It turned out to be a refreshing and invigorating experience. For forty or so minutes I moved slowly through the forms I have been taught, with rain water coursing down my face and soaking my clothes. By the time I was finished I was drenched, but a hot shower and some dry clothes later, and I was glad I had persisted.
It looks like the rain is here to stay for a few days, so probably tonight I will go out into the storm again.
Murray @ Midnight
I had my first Tai Chi / Kung Fu class today. This is part of my “2013, The Murray Has Landed!” project, which is why I spent this morning wishing I was still in bed, instead of being in a Ukrainian Community Hall performing a move that I think was called “Fondling The Pony In Slow Motion”, while my thigh muscles screamed about the retribution they would be inflicting on me tomorrow.
No, wait… the move is actually called “Parting The Wild Horse’s Mane”. I looked it up. Fondling The Pony In Slow Motion is probably a move that will only get you arrested…
I had a haircut yesterday. Every time I go, my hairdresser says, “What do you want today?”, and every time I say, “Make me devastatingly handsome,” and we both laugh, but a little bit of his soul dies every time; you can see it in his eyes.
I have a theory that the world did end today, but then the universe instantly created an exact replica in its place, with one tiny detail different — say, a coffee cup on a small table in a cafe in Azerbaijan is now 3cm to the left of where it was before.
I had to have gum surgery today and I feel like someone has been playfully tapping on the side of my head with a hammer.
Gum disease, unfortunately, is one of the many common problems associated with Lupus. Sadly, it looks like I might be losing one of my teeth in the near future.
For now, I am going to curl up in a ball and hope the painkillers start working soon.
I’m toying with the idea of always referring to myself in the 3rd person.
This means I must be with at least 2 other people at all times.
The 3rd person would like a doughnut.
I just had to tell a friend that it would not be a good idea to make his staff play human chess, where death is on the line if your piece gets taken.
It must either be Friday, or I’m living in an episode of 30 Rock.
I have a theory that if you ever hear bagpipes playing in a parking garage you will never find your car again. You will be cursed to wander the parking garage until you lose all hope and decide to abandon that car and buy another one.
Have you ever noticed that there are almost no middle class superheroes? Superheroes tend to be from either insanely wealthy, or depressingly poor backgrounds…
What the hell is wrong with middle class values that we’re not out doing crazy things to try to save the world?!
One of my co-workers has announced that he and his wife are having a baby, and for some reason they are resisting my suggestions for names.
So far, I have suggested:
- Count Dracula
I mean, sure, I agree that 2 of the 3 names are creepy, but what’s wrong with Rasputin?
I just made myself a coffee that is so strong and so full of dark energy, that it defies the laws of physics and mocks the voluntary guidelines of sensible baristas everywhere.
One sip of this intense brew and I will either transcend time, or get an intense headache, or both.
See you tomorrow, and please have some pain tablets with you.