Random Stream of Consciousness
This has been a long week and I’m barely able to think, so I’m going to wrap things up with a little bit of insomnia stream-of-consciousness
- Why does teething hurt? Pain is important, it provides very express feedback to something. Yet an infant or toddler who can’t process why they’re hurting? It seems like a cruel fate.
- What is the purpose of a pimple? I mean, is there any reason why we get them? Or, more specifically, is there any reason why I’m still getting them as I’m in my mid-30’s?
- A really, really short haircut takes some real getting used to when you look at yourself in the mirror – but, damn, is it easy to take care of. Also, related to the previous bullet? Scalp-acne sucks.
- Heading to the gym brings with it the fact that I’m not always showering at home. Men, the rules in the locker room are the same at the urinal: eyes up, eyes forward, eyes at your own junk. No exceptions.
- I’m about to start the formal running taper as I get ready for the marathon. This means that a body that’s used to running 20-25 miles per week will be running less than 10. I’ll be, potentially, getting more sleep 1. I’m normally a “red blooded” kind of guy, but I’m about to keep the testosterone stream right where it is while not running off any excess. In other words, I may end up turning up the thermostat around here, just to find an outlet. Related, not showering at home? That means my “very special alone time” doesn’t happen, either. So, I’m apologizing now if my words over the next few weeks sound, increasingly, like nothing but the ramblings of a middle-aged horny man.
- I sat down for a 15 minute “build your own workout” session at Planet Fitness. First, just because I’m rounder than your average runner doesn’t mean I can’t run a marathon. Second, if you say that you trust me to figure out the machines on my own (it’s not like I’m brand new to a gym), you don’t need to repeat your suggested workout regimen to me. I should have just skipped the session to get more workout time in.
- Why do people tip-toe after finding that my son is adopted?
- Little kids have a sense that they’re “done eating” right? Because my daughter tends to eat until there isn’t food in front of her, meaning if you continue placing food in front of her, she’ll eat all day (though, at some point, she starts to lose steam, which is the point where it’s time to start trying to clean up). This worries me, because I can think of nothing better than somebody placing food in front of me all day so that I can continue eating.
- Next week is Holy Week, meaning that #InappropriateChurchTweet Theater may be in overdrive as I play service after service during the week.
- The new HBO series Game of Thrones starts on Sunday, and I’m giddily excited. I’ve had a love affair with many a HBO series: The Sopranos made me homesick (I grew up in northern NJ), The Wire may be the best show in television history, Cathouse and Real Sex are right up my alley (this should not surprise you by now), True Blood is just eye and brain candy the likes of which you’ve never experienced (seriously, half or fully naked people all over the place, all of them way more in shape than I ever could hope to be, so I’m tempted to do pushups & situps the entire time it’s on) and opened the giddiness that is the Southern Vampire Mysteries series by Charlaine Harris, which are a delightful little diversion. Silly goodness, those books are. Game of Thrones, though, is fashioned after another book series – one that I’ve been reading since the start. To say that I’m excited to see, on a screen in front of me, the characters play out the plots that I’ve been fascinating about is an understatement.
- On the topic of Game of Thrones, the next book of the Song of Ice & Fire series is due out on June 12. The probably won’t be any postings for a few days after that. And then the level of geek will rise here, exponentially.
Ok, that’s it for ramblings this week, though talk of True Blood makes me think that I need a #manCrush post somewhat soon. I’m beyond certain of my sexuality, but when True Blood is on the air, my TV watching time is filled with the likes of Alexander Skarsgård (True Blood), Rob Lowe (Parks & Recreation), Jon Stewart (The Daily Show), Neil Patrick Harris (How I Met Your Mother, which I don’t really watch, but any awards show and repeated showings of Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog), and Nathan Fillion (Castle, which I don’t really watch, but any showings of Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog, Serenity, or Firefly, any of which have a decent chance of being on a TV at casa de Batzer at any time). I have no shame in admiring any of them.