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Spark

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  • Birthday October 26

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    Lower Nowhere
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    ranger
  1. I went to the nearest one, which is about 80 miles from here. There are some movies that are just worth the trip. Deadpool is one of them.
  2. So I went and saw Deadpool. Deadpool is one of those characters I've gradually grown to dislike, along with Gambit and Wolverine, because he's frikkin' everywhere. Overexposure, is the term. When I first heard that there would be a Deadpool movie, my response could be categorized as "on the cool side of lukewarm." The trailers made me think that it might not suck, as did various reports leaking onto the Intertubes. So I went. This, my friends, is a perfect movie. It was everything that I'd ever liked about the character in the first place, rendered beautifully and, yes, well-acted by Ryan Reynolds. You remember when you first saw Mark Ruffalo playing Bruce Banner? It was that level of perfection, and this is coming from someone who disliked Reynolds and Deadpool both. This movie has changed that attitude. From the opening SECONDS, when the credits referred to the star as "God's favorite idiot," it had me. It felt like reading a Deadpool comic, one of the ones where they were having fun instead of saying, "Hey look! He's popular, here's a comic with his name on it!" Yes, it is rated R, in the best possible fucking ways. It also caused me to fall even more in love with Morena Baccarin, a trick I thought impossible. Gina Carano, the lady who plays Angel Dust, deserves an honorable mention as one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen on a film screen. She did a hell of a job with her part, too, well done. So yeah. Wins all around. Cookies for everyone. I want to go back.
  3. Well, looks like I got the part of Mr. Bumble, the guy in charge of Oliver's orphanage in the play. Looks like fun; being a villain is always a good time, and there's at least one good song involved. In other news, I spent a solid hour and a half working in the yard today, hauling fallen branches and using the post-hammer to...well, hammer posts into the ground. I think I might start doing that as part of a workout; it's pretty amazing and I look forward to being sore again. Tomorrow: Deadpool, and then Hail Caesar. Cheers!
  4. Thanks for the warm welcome, all. It means a lot. =) Yesterday: I listened to my thighs and glutes whine about squats, mostly. Today: I told my thighs and glutes to quit their damn whining and went on a half-mile walk. It felt good, but my wind isn't what it once was. Next time it's gonna be a full mile. I also took some steps toward becoming a perhaps-more-normal person today. I auditioned for our little theater production of Oliver! I did a lot of little-theater stuff in high school and enjoyed it, but I haven't done any since coming back to my hometown a few years back. At first it was because I wasn't in good enough shape to stand there and emote or sing, but now that I'm in close-enough shape, it was my anxiety holding me back. Getting out of the house and into the truck was the hardest step, but once I got there things went fine. I auditioned for the villain, Bill Sykes, and did some singing. It was nice. Maybe I'll stop being a hermit, or at least not as much of one. ...I also went to my first-ever appointment with a therapist. We talked about some of my past and some of my present problems, and I explained that I was mostly there in an effort to learn some tools and techniques to deal with the black dog and associated anger. She felt that this was well within the range of possibility, and I left feeling optimistic about the whole thing. Time will tell, but I made it through the first appt without walking out, so that's a good start. Uh, for me, anyway. Cheers! Tomorrow, thighs and glutes, we squat again. Oh, hush.
  5. Sometimes the grind feels super grindy, especially in the middle of it. Looks like you're doing good, though, and making plans to do better, so what more can you ask for? Go Eric! /recoveringfatguy secret handshake
  6. Today: 3x10 bodyweight squats. It has been a freaking long time since I did anything like that, and it felt both good and a bit enervating; I spent the rest of the day stumbling from time to time thanks to a bit of leftover weakness. This is a good thing. =D
  7. But junk food. Q.Q *sighs* I need to get back to the paleo stuff. That link should help. Also I have her books! I need to go back into my Kindle history, yikes. Hi CT! You rock, keep rocking!
  8. *settles in to watch* o.o Also, ow, ripped calluses. >.<
  9. Come here, horse. Stand by this stump. Wait. There's a ladder. That would work better. Oh, hang on, a crane! ...shit. Where'd the horse go? So I vanished from the forums, and not too long ago Dark_Raider went on a quest to find me to see if I was dead. I am not. Life sort of kicked me in the teeth a couple of times, and then inertia got hold of me. I do this. My computer died, first. It caught some sort of corruption in the Windows program itself and slowly died of computer Alzheimer's as it lost the ability to find or recognize files. This made it difficult for me to post on here, and when it becomes difficult then it often becomes impossible for me thanks to inertia. I go a day without posting, and then it's just a little harder to post the next day. And so on. I broke up with my lady about a month after that. There was a blue period. By the time I got over the blue period I'd been gone so long that it was embarrassing to even come back. I'm really good at starting big, making noise, losing energy, and then slinking away without a word. DR found me and reminded me that no one here is perfect, and that the race is more about recovering from stumbles than cruising along on a silver cloud of perfection (exact words). So now I'm back, from inner space. It's hard for me to come back, not for anything to do with anyone reading this, but because of my own issues. One of those issues is the regular assurance from my self-talk that no one wants to listen to me anyway. Screw that self-talk. I'll blather on and people can read or not, as they choose. So far it's made a writing career work for me, so whatevs. I also haven't been exercising hardly at all. I've been eating...okay, at least well enough to maintain good scores on my diabetes issues and to not regain any of the weight I've lost. But it's time for me to get back on the horse, provided I can find a horse large enough to carry me. Perhaps a mule. Anyway. Monday I start up again with my daily battle. This will involve bodyweight workouts and kettlebells. It will be slow to start, mostly because I've let a lot of my conditioning simply go away. But yeah. I'm back. I probably won't be doing the challenges at least to start, mostly because I can't figure out the new format and how it relates to the character sheet. But whatever. Challenges don't make me a ranger. Rangers gonna range. Glad to be back, no matter what my out of whack brain tells me.
  10. Guh, crappy week was crappy. My computer died! Or rather, it contracted Alzheimer's. Basically one or more files involved with Windows has become corrupted, and it is dying a slow death of not being able to find stuff anymore. I gotta get a new disc, so yay for 80 bucks gone. Tuesday I went to another town and had the root of a tooth cut out. It'd been giving me all kinds of trouble since a half-botched root canal years back, and finally the option was to get rid of it. Operation went really well, and there have been no side effects except for the pain of having my jaw and gum cut open. I've been given strict instructions to do nothing strenuous for....*checks clock*....another 15 hours or so. I want to get back into the workout swing, gah. Writing has suffered as well. It's hard to think while I'm spending the entire day trying to figure out what's wrong with the compy while on Percocet. Hee.
  11. The Mercenary's Guide to the Moon's Remains is book five.
  12. Hi! 1. Mindfulness: Went well today. If I just keep on myself, I can remember to think before eating. It helped a lot that the food was cooked by Spark for Spark. Liver and onions for dinner, mm. 2. Cleaning: The burn piles are done! The stump pile got burned down to a small crater, so I started moving the contents of the other pile onto it. Second pile (bigger) is gone, stump is mostly gone but for a bit of smoldering yet to do, and now there's more yard! 3. Maintenance: I sweated like a dog today. Or rather, like a horse. I don't think dogs sweat. Woo! Visit today: Hi! 4. Writing: 2044 words today. Ward also sweats like a doghorse and, shockingly, manages to irritate several of the women in his life. The Pixie makes a suspicious disappearance. Virgil remains solemn.
  13. He sighed as he built the fire. The Rangers were pretty good at what they did, he had to admit, but he could see that some of them might need some lessons in using the entirety of the animal when it was killed in the hunt. One of them had shot a deer earlier, and there was quite a bit of meat left over when mere muscle was removed. "Pan's hot. Come look here. Okay, see these green things? These are onions. People used to let them grow wild, and they still do. I found these on what was probably someone's lawn. Slice them up like this here, toss them in the pan, and then give me that deer liver. Right. Sliced and into the pan. Yeah, you can slice with an axe if you keep it sharp enough. See? Doesn't take long to cook, either. Got all kinds of vitamins and minerals here." He grinned as he moved the skillet around on the fire. Some of the youngsters were drooling. Well, let them. They could all have a taste, and then maybe they wouldn't be so quick to toss out the best parts of the kill. +++ Today there was liver and onions, fried in the cast iron with just a little bit of olive oil and breaded with a touch of coconut flour. Win, and puts paid to my healing challenge.
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