Abs are sore, as expected, but not really that bad, considering. In a way, it’s nice, proof of concept that abdominal muscles do exist, under that flab
Blog title isn’t due to any spectacular flameout on my part, but rather another BLC inspired thought. This weekend’s portion of that challenge has a bingo board of mini goals, some accomplished more easily than others. One of the easy ones is to post a GOYBAD (Get off your butt and dance) song to the team message board. As my tastes are usually not geared towards pop or dance music, I’ve been posting whatever comes to mind, and what came to mind last night was a song called the “Toxic Waltz,” by Exodus, off their Fabulous Disaster album. The waltz is a dance, right?
I got a bit derailed by what I was actually typing, though. I started saying that, as usual, what I’m posting is a bit off the wall, and…you guessed it…I ended up posting a Michael Jackson song instead.
And yes, this is a juxtaposition that is a possibility when I put the music on my computer in shuffle mode. I think my favorite switch in mood ever occurred when the computer jumped from a band called Rhapsody (which calls itself ‘Hollywood Metal’, a term that undersells how wonderfully cheesy those guys are) to Rachmaninoff, which narrowly beats the Yanni to Slayer switch encountered last week.
It's been a rather useless week, and I'm glad enough to have it end. Don't think the weekend will be any more utile, but it could be entertaining. I’ll watch the Super Bowl, I suppose, but I don’t really care about it this year. I’m far more interested in the #1 Michigan vs #3 Indiana college basketball showdown tomorrow. Hopefully, my alma mater’s first trip to the top of the rankings since 1992 extends past a single week!
And now, to get off my butt and eventually get to the gym.