It’s all gotten squishy

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This week I’ve stepped up the duration and intensity of my workouts from the mild and inconsistent exercise I’ve been practicing all summer. Monday I was ok. Yesterday I thought I was going to die. Today, I’m sore and a little stiff.

Me: I’m so tired, and my muscles are achey and stiff. If I squat once more I won’t be able to get back up!

Self: Bitch, please. If you hadn’t slacked off all summer, you wouldn’t be in this state right now.

Me: I was busy this summer!

Self: Not listening to your pathetic excuses! lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

Even my brain is tired, too tired to have a proper argument with itself.

A Desk with a View

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One of the few advantages of my tiny workspace is the decent view I have of the lake and the west side of the city. Often I get to watch storms as they creep or rush (depending on the mood of the storm) towards downtown.

Today’s view

My photo shop skills go only far, trying to fix the mismatched coloring is way beyond my technical skills.

The day really was as dark as the photos show.

“Veggie bacon?!? That sounds like a sign of the Apocalypse.” ~ Turtle Dundee

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Can someone explain the obsession with bacon?

It’s been 10 years since I’ve last consumed animal flesh and my memory is telling me that bacon didn’t stand out as particularly spectacular. It’s everywhere now and flavoring food stuff it really has no place to be flavoring (soda, chocolate, gum, vodka, popcorn, other meat, etc…). I even saw someone use uncooked bacon to crochet with. While I respect the experimentation with new materials to create with, using bacon grossed me out. I just can’t wrap my head around the bacon craze. Has pig farming made leaps and bounds and bred a uber-tasty version of pig?

“Yes, I’ll have a non-fat, decaf latte, please. Oh, what the hell? Look, make it a full-fat mocha with extra whipped cream. What the hell, put a slice of bacon on it!”
Dr. Frasier Crane, Frasier