Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Usually wait for a scale reading to be consistent across three days before posting it on here, but since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I went ahead and noted that I hit 179 lbs this morning. Maybe the exercise is paying off scale wise, after all. And, as I found the measuring tape (turns out I was sleeping on it! During the move, I tucked it into an under bed box, which I opened looking for something else), I was able to add numerical evidence to my, uh, to what my pants were telling me. Down an inch or so here and there, says the tape, and as suspected, the number for the belly shrunk less than the number for the waist, so, hey, maybe I am fatter for having lost ten pounds since I last consulted the tape...which amuses me no end.
Messing around with the trackers, I see a way to track pushups and crunches, might have to add that to the mix...pushups are something I'm very bad at, although I've been messing around with doing some with feet elevated on the stability ball. Planks are something I'll play with, too, although an initial attempt went poorly. Oddly, I have no problem with the so called beginner version, with knees on the floor, and big problems with the big boy version. Think I need an extra joint somewhere down on my shins to give me an intermediate experience. Or maybe I'm just doing them wrong.
Thanksgiving day tomorrow, to be spent with friends from around the country who are also not getting home. Plus a German guy who keeps showing up. He and I have made it to the Wisconsin football game on the Saturday after Thanksgiving the last couple of years, and totally let our inner undergrads fly, but unfortunately, the Badgers are on the road this year. Rude of them, I must say. Think the plan is to hang out on Friday, with some of the same crowd, plus others who are away for Thursday but back Friday, so that should be a good time. But maybe I just won't weigh myself until *next* Thursday :)
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Spent the last half hour, 40 minutes rambling in this space, and apparently, because I used a less than sign and a greater than sign at one point of the ramble, the site interpreted it as html, and rejected it, and when I "click here to go back", I see a blank space. First time the site's eaten a blog post composed on a computer rather than on my phone.
Kind of sad, really, I'd been streaming my consciousness on a number of topics, laying a couple of bits of big news, and or confessions, and now it's all gone, vanished into the ether, and I'm not in a mood to resurrect the brilliance (or banality, if you will).
So here's the bullet pointed, cliff notes version, which you can be sure will be copied over onto microsoft word lest this window decide to reject my words once again.
- Getting an aural contact high from listening to some awesomely sludgy stoner rock (the album/song “Jerusalem” by the band Sleep. One 52 minutes song, or 63, depending on the version.
- Going to the gym a lot, since they have a 25 check in to a free t-shirt thing going on. 8 times this month, which is sad. I now live 8 miles away, and I don’t think I ever made it 8 times in the 36 months I lived less than 2 miles away.
- Working out more…and getting fatter. I use ellipticals, bikes, rowing machines regularly. Lower body stuff. Waistline shrinking, if you can trust what my pants are telling me (dunno where I put the measuring tape), and stomach not shrinking adds up to more bulging stomach.
- Weight pretty much stable. Blame it on a 50 cents a day Oreo habit. Only got one package, so that was limited to a 5 day binge. Not beating myself up, just reporting, mentioning for posterity for some future time when perhaps there will be less posterior.
- Foresee a whole heck of a lot of stress upcoming. Moving to Michigan, in a nutshell. Moving’s bad enough, doing so because I can’t get my crap together to land a job and I’m going broke, worse. So, yeah, stressssssss. One good point: more nephew time! Hope that destressor counteracts the fact…well, a whole lot of facts.
- Thanksgiving will be spent with people I’ve known a long time, and don’t spend nearly
enough time with. The host mentioned that it will be her last Thanksgiving in Madison…which I can relate to. Conversation should be interesting.
- The moving thing, first time I’ve mentioned it on here, but it’s something that I’ve resigned myself to a little bit ago. Still throwing random resumes out there, but it kind of feels like pissing into the wind. So I’ll start throwing random resumes in the direction of Ann Arbor, and see if I still get all wet. Suppose it’s probably best not to use the image that just popped to mind, that of an employer as a urinal. Don’t think they’d appreciate that! :)
- The fact of the moving (currently set for December 15), means I have 25 days to get to the gym 14 more times, which means I might have a cushion against the ravages of the holiday season. We shall see.
I’m sure there was more. I was in fine ramble mode, when I was so cruelly denied. Probably had three blog posts in one, and bits of another week’s worth of mental floss sticking out of that pile, too. But this is far easier to read, since punctuation was optional on that first attempt.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Got to the venue to see Conniption, a local band, playing already...at 7 pm, when I thought they were to play at 8. Eschewed whatever was left of the Black Dahlia Murder's set to watch those guys, as they're a fantastic band, hopefully slated for bigger things. Funny thing, I'd seen the Black Dahlia Murder play once before, when they were a local Detroit act foisted onto a bill they were unsuited for (in terms of musical style), when they opened for Symphony X and Blind Guardian in 2002. This was the second time I've been in a position to see them again, and just passed. That first impression wasn't... impressive.
The second band on the main bill, All that Remains, was also a band I'd caught before, and not been particularly impressed with. As I attended that show (in a small club in Madison) on a freshly sprained ankle, hobbling on crutches an hour after a softball injury, I'd wondered whether that impression was colored by pain. Tonight, I found the answer, and in a word, it's No. Once again, I was kind of bored by their presentation, more so than just not really being into their music.
That wasn't the case with the headliner, Dethklok. Now, I've seen bits and pieces of the Met apocalypse cartoon, but not enough to know any narrative or have a grasp of who even the main glcharacters were. Didn't matter, the music was backed by scenes from the show, including some with lyrics allowing even dethklok newbies to yell along. It did distract a bit from me watching the individual musicians I'd planned on watching, but no matter. The evening was a ggod time overall, and all the better for having been free. My friend Mike, who drove, waved away my offer of gas money by referring to the fact I'd procured the tickets, something that took all the effort of reaching out toward a guy offering free tickets and grabbing some. But hey, I wasn't complaining.
A good night, all told. Might have been even better better, had Robb Flynn's hernia not required immediate attention, forcing Machine Head off the your, but again, I'm not really complaining, it really was a swell evening.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
A tale from Monday: went to Popeye's for a bit of fried chicken. Got there and was seduced by the idea of crawfish instead, so I ordered that. It wasn't ready, so I grabbed a seat, chatting with the girl behind the counter. Didn't have any timeline on where I was going after, so played my turns in Words with Friends. Looked up on occasion to see the employees chatting it up. Finished playing the last game where it was my turn and went up to the counter, and was asked if I needed anything else. Told her I hadn't received my food yet. The kid had the decency to turn red, obviously mortified, but not flustered. Totally give her points for that. She offered a bit of chicken on the side, in addition to my order, and I accepted, lunch the next day, or that was the plan anyway.
One effect of this fast food double shot was that after I'd gone to my next destination, instead of heading home, I put in an unplanned stop at the gun. Might not have been the greatest idea, what with me verging on being sick (again!) (And I say verging because it seems limited to a head cold rather than full on ick, after all, I made it to the gym Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, which is sad in a way since there were entire months when I lived two miles away that I didn't make it to the gym three times, but I digress), but hey, I was feeling good, and I was in the (creatively defined) neighborhood, so I went.
The extra grub was consumed piecemeal over the entirety of the next day, a piece of chicken anchoring lunch, the side of red beans and rice adjoining dinner, and the apple pie annointing desert, of you'll excuse the grammatical mash I've made of this sentence.
And tonight, back to Milwaukee for more rock and roll, to watch a cartoon come to life. Going to see Dethklok, the band from the cartoon network show Metalocalypse. The album released under that name are fairly engaging death metal, but I'm excited to see drummer Gene Hoglan (the human atomic clock, for his precision) and guitarist Mike Keneally and bassist Bryan Bellar. The latter two both played with Frank Zappa and Steve Vai, and have a cool, quirky band together called Beer for Dolphins. Interested to see them turn the amps up to eleven and get their metal on.
Don't think I'll mix it up with the kids in the pits tonight, though. Spent last night wheezing and not sleep well. Don't need the added exertion. Doesn't guarantee I won't go for it though.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Went to a concert last night and decided to get in on the crowd action rather than watching from the wings or balcony...now, the bands playing included Hatebreed, In Flames and Lamb of God, so the point of getting into the crowd was, in addition to having fun, to get what I call the heavy metal workout.
Even if you're unfamiliar with the metal crowd, you've probably heard of the moshpit, which is essentially human pinball. One flavor is the circle pit, where participants are running in the same direction, bouncing and getting shoved by the people on the edge of the circle. In addition to this localized action, the area in front of the stage is often a seething mass of humanity, propelled to and fro by people pushing and shoving, often in an attempt to gain better position, whether in terms of getting closer to the stage, or frankly, just stay upright. Now, there are a few rules, even in that scrum, cardinal among them the fact that if someone falls to the ground, you help them up. But past that? A ton of anything goes.
Honestly, it can be a lot of fun, trying to maneuver within that mass to get to where you want to go, or to deny some young punk from getting to where they want to go (ie take your hard earned spot). Given the fluidity of the crowd, and the fact that you don't always have a choice in which way you're heading, your relative position changes often, and in that fight to keep upright, and going where you want to go, well, let's just say it's a very sweaty endeavour. A good workout, if you can deal with a lot of hairy sweaty dudes around you, and the near certainty that you'll be going home with a few bruises.
The damage started early yesterday, with my first foray into the pit resulting in a busted lip courtesy of a guy's elbow. Giving Angelina Jolie a run for her money today, though fortunately all the visible damage is on the inside of the lip. Later on, there was the kick below the belt from a guy jumping up to go crowd surfing, the head butt in the pitt that oppened near where I was trying to get OUT of the crowd, and the mystery Charley horse that I hadn't even realized I had until I tried climbing down the stairs and found myself clinging to the barrister. Adrenaline, I suppose.
As suspected, I did emerge from the show with a good few bruises, in addition to the Charley horse and busted lip.and that's in spite of not making it all the way through Lamb of God's set. Four songs on, I bailed for the safety of the balcony. I made it through Hatebreed and In Flames in decent shape, but the crowd took things to a new level as we waited for Lamb of God. This crowd was moving and pulsing 10-15 minutes before the band appeared on stage. After a few songs, I had to escape. Maybe I'd just had my fill, or perhaps it was more brutal in there than during the opening bands. Don't know, really, but it was the first time in many years that I felt compelled by something other than the desire to watch the show to get out of the scrum.
Had a lot of fun, but paying for it in soreness today, and I suspect the next couple of days as well.
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