nuu blag

This one is weeaboo catman no more.

this is how you meditate!

They were all scented vanilla, and I was drinking vanilla chai tea with vanilla-cream-flavored liquid stevia.

cooling tea without sticking it in the freezer

To use the same method of cooling a gallon of heated milk (for homemade Greek yogurt), why didn’t I think to do the same for freshly-boiled tea until today?

one of the ‘prayer cards’ from ‘church’

this one’s shower curtains superior

Yours: inferior.

explaining is better than raining (blood)

My “new Columbian older sister” actually reasoned out why it’s better to keep the toilet seat down. Ladies, that’s how you do it. Whereas something like the following has quite the opposite effect:

copy-pasting today’s exercise from my S4H progress diary

Oh hey I did a single rotisserie rotation and a few 5-7 blue-band pullups today! Not much more as even this little bit was making the bones of my lower spine grind painfully but it’s a re-start. Decided to try chanting “om mani padme hum” (deep breath, 3-4 mantra-chants, repeat [this takes at least five seconds]) instead of counting the seconds; yay, two birds with one stone!

~3 hours of mindless blogging later:

I just spent ~12:30 on my Schwinn Biodyne, intending to do ~25 min for cardio. I’ve been out so long that I was ready to give up before I hit the 5 minute mark! I spent the last five minutes in my computer chair panting and feeling my heart and lungs lowering from white-hot burning to glowing ash embers. Yeeow. And I did this right after ~15 minutes meditating. How fun! And near the end I was trying to see how many “om mani padme hum’s” I could say and past the 10m mark I couldn’t even finish “padme”!

Okay, it’s been 10 minutes, I can walk again without limping, my chair is soaked, so be right back ice cold shower (second one today) to douse the flames off my quads.

And now back to my regularly-scheduled program of pointless navel-gazing, attention-whoring, and music-cherry-picking.

wait, this is instagram, right?

let’s see how this works out

i’ve become ‘that guy’ with the hippy nuttery…

Carried that weight plate with me everywhere I went: bedroom while gathering uniform and lunch, kitchen when cooking and cleaning, dining room table when making craptastic mala beads, and now computer while goofing off for a half-hour before finishing getting ready for work.