JustinRbunny

Went for Thanksgiving and my birthday back to the cold flat Midwest. For the most part, the weather was only slightly colder than California at night, though it's offset by the fact that everyone has their heater blasting indoors. While there I saw the Young Frankenstein musical and it was quite good, the sets were extraordinary and the songs pretty good. At the end they made a plea for donations to charitable AIDS and breast cancer organizations, joking that for a two thousand dollar donation you get a roll in the hay with the actress who played Inga, or for thirty nine cents you get a hummer from Igor.

While there we finally got my dad hooked up with a new computer. Microcenter was sold out of all their lowest priced PC's and laptops, so we ended up getting him a Compaq Presario with Windows 7 and the new Samsung mini color laser printer. His first complaint was that it did not come with Solitaire pre installed, so I found a copy off the web to make sure his four hundred dollar machine could do the job of a deck of cards. His second frustration is that his dial-up internet connection was not faster than on the old computer. . . oy vey.

There was much eating, perhaps way too much eating. I is fat bunny.

Tuesday: barbeque bacon cheeseburger with garlic fries at Gordon Beirsch in the airport then that night: Pete's Pizza (an old neighborhood favorite)
Wednesday: Leftover pizza for breakfast, then scallops with spinach and tomato sauce with rice, saganaki (flaming cheese appetizer), and baklava.
Thursday: Ham and cheese crossant for breakfast. Thanksgiving dinner of shrimp cocktail, turkey, stuffing, yams, green bean casserole, apple pie. Late at night an invention of turkey and stuffing wrapped in a pita.
Friday: Weinerschnitzel and potato pirogi at Teresa's Polish restaurant and ice cream cake that evening.
Saturday: Giordano's Chicago style pan pizza for late lunch. Carnitas and stuffing for dinner.
Sunday: Crab cakes with poached eggs and spicy hollindaise sauce with potatoes for breakfast. Italian beef for dinner.
Monday: Leftover pan pizza for breakfast, Popeye's catfish with red beans and rice at the airport for dinner.

I have also acquired the SECRET AWESOME BLOODY MARY RECIPE FOR THE ULTIMATE IN AWESOMENESS BLOODY MARY EVAR!!!!
Thusly, I propose a bloody mary cocktail night in the near future, perhaps this weekend?

Been creeping up on me gain lately, the feeling like people are thinking I'm a weirdo, too quiet, etc. It's reinforced by the fact that when I feel this way I clam up and stare at the ground, hardly talk, my mind filled with thoughts like "you're being too quiet, they think it's weird." It seemed to come on with the time change, less light, less exercise = more depression on top of feeling ill and the ever evil 'brain fog'. Feeling bad makes me not want to go out and socialize, and that's where the whole cycle probably begins. Sorry if I've been acting weird and terribly anti-social. Trying to work on it without meds or therapy which ain't easy.

After two weeks of feeling first feverishly sicko and lethargic, then painfully pained and lethargic, I has MANERGY again!!! This had me staring at the hills and going grrr, MUST PUUUMP!! Yesterday I signed up at 24 Hour Fitness to keep training in the evening. I am starting a routine of 30 minutes on the treadmill at 2.7-3mph with the incline at 13%. It sounds slow, but this is next to the steepest grade it goes to at 13.5% and getting my heart rate at 172 bpm. After that, three sets on four weight machines. I can hardly lift my arms enough to wash my hair.

The hot tub...I don't think I shall attempt that again, Chicago beaches in the summer stank less. As I sat in it, a mountain of foam started to swirl towards me and around me, that's when I saw all the hairs sticking out and streaks of brown grime. I took two showers afterward to feel clean again. There are also no towels, and no one wipes down the machines. The chest press looked like someone shot their wad where their head had been; thick, milky sweat in a spatter pattern. 24 Hour Fitness, quite gross.

http://www.salemnews.com/punews/local_story_313233045.html?keyword=secondarystory

This is clearly anti-furry, anti-bunny in particular. What is next on the list of banned words? Murr? Chirr? Or the closely related 'eep?' How else to rabbits supposed to verbally respond to the encroaching **** **** pushing under their ****?

Teh awesome.

http://thechive.com/2009/10/only-the-best-pumpkins-ever-17-photos/

Burning rabbits for fuel?!?! Move the troops to Sweden right away, stop the atrocity!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6316530/Stockholms-rabbits-burned-to-keep-Sweden-heated.html

hyoooge!




Aiee!!

This is a fucking brilliant video. If you can identify the sound clip at the very beginning ending in "it is the opinion of the school board that Dexter is criminally insane", you earn extra props.

Made it to the top of Mission Peak, 2517 feet above seal level, whooo! It took three weeks of hiking almost daily to train, but today I finally made it. This is a huge accomplishment. Paws are so sooooore!

I have hiked every day since my first posting about this last Saturday. Sunday I took the same trail as the day before, this time with hiking poles and got a little further. Monday I started above Ohlone College and went a longer but less steep route behind Mission peak, Nearly reaching it at sundown. Yesterday was cut short by gaming, so did the PG&E trail at Rancho San Antonio. Today, the fifth day, I took the more populated trail up to around 1500 feet till it got dark. This is all good and stuff, despite being constantly sore. Thursday and Friday will be days to relax after work..maybe.

I decided my exercise regimen to lose weight and get into better cardio health would consist mainly of trying to hike to the top of Mission Peak on a regular basis. Today, I got a good ways, though still 1000 feet below the peak. I'm sore yet it was full of awesome and I got some decent pictures with my Canon Powershot.

The top of that hill is where I'm heading.

A coyote stalks cattle just moments before attacking and slaying the cow with a single bite of its powerful jaws. Coyotes are known to bring down large pray using their speed and strength, devouring their prey entirely within minutes.

Been going out and about lately, checking out different stuff like industrial areas of Oakland, San Francisco, and most recently two streams here in Fremont that allegedly contain Mammoth fossils. Did not find anything fossilized other than some petrified wood and some interesting rocks to put in my planters, but got some decent graffiti photos and a workout. Futcie found a baby scorpion.

Mammoth Creek.

A tunnel beneath Hwy 680 which may lead to the spot we actually need to go, the quarry on the other side. Should have brought flashlights, which reminds me of the common occurrence during D&D; "you don't have night vision and you forgot to bring torches!?"

Their funky block letters are so savage.

Futcie has high ground.

Murrr. Shapes, color, and texture.

Graffiti Beaver says yes to drugs.

Pew Pew Pew! I kill you zombies, I kill you in the face, or wherever I'm hitting you as you run at me in packs. Goddamn, I hate this zombie infested city, and why is that one vomiting at me?

I finally got muh website up!!

www.jdrarts.com

I was having this dream where I was dating a guy from Missouri or somewhere thereabouts. He was a geologist working with mines and we are staying at a hotel and learning more about each other. There is a babyfur convention going on and one of them gets into an altercation with the guy I'm seeing. I insult the guy from the convention by mentioning his purpose for being at the hotel, then I feel bad because I acted so judgemental. Next I'm in this huge, dirty, but still carpeted and paneled elevator going down a mine shaft to watch my new boyfriend at work. He takes a cylindrical core sample from the floor of this new mine shaft of a marble like substance. We return to the lab and he conducts a test using a machine that applies pressure on the stone, and then it practically evaporates before our eyes. Had they built the mine, all those people would have plunged into a chasm deep into the earth when the stone beneath their feet disintegrated and disappeared from their weight. In fact, there was concern then for houses and other structures along that belt of strata as sinkholes could suck them down into the Earth. Umm..whah??! I don't think the science behind this dream was very sound.

Never the less, the dream continues on and I take a similar elevator up from a coal mine, and a very coaley, round worker who is my escort starts to hit on me, touching my hand. I'm ambivalent, more interested in the 70's decor of their offices and the abandoned kiosk with cigarettes and gum. I find him cute, but, I'm taken by the geologist who discovered that disappearing rock after all...and then....

*ring ring ring ring*

Hello?

HOLY FUCK I HAVE A JOB!!!!

See you in two weeks Tivo ppls! Whoooooo!

It gives you cat-ergy! GRAAH!