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Nov
2007
Kameron Hurley
“There are two-hundred-fifteen bones in the human body. That's one.”
- Sarah Conner, Terminator 2
Archive for November, 2007
22
Nov
2007
Perfume: the movie
I really didn’t expect them to keep the orgy at the end.
Really, really didn’t expect that.
But, there it was, in all its glory.
Actors were so-so, nobody was very well characterized, and I didn’t much care when anyone died, but the images were pretty and it’s an interesting sort of fable.
Still has the same problems as the book, which I know I blogged about at some point, but can’t find in my archives. Suffice to say, the whole “random murder of random women” thing gets old. Why are all 13 scents the scents of women? Would it have had the same effect if he distilled men? Why not? And, you know, I get bored with movies where all the female characters are bought, sold, captured, killed, locked up, mutilated, and/or distilled.
It gets old.
22
Nov
2007
Quote of the Day
Suddenly, my dating history makes a lot more sense.
21
Nov
2007
Hitman
You know, a lot of this guy’s problems would be solved if he just wore a fucking hat.
Also, worlds that include women who are more than just whores are generally more interesting than the ones that don’t.
I’m just saying.
20
Nov
2007
Other Reasons to Love Gymming
Cause while you’re doing your 40 minutes of cardio before you yourself descend into the weights area, you can do so on the second level of the gym, which overlooks the weight training area….
…and all the folks in the weight-training area.
Yum.
And, of course, there was also the Amazon chick, who was like Nyx on crack, dude. All I could think was, “Hot damn, I could so totally have muscles like that and then I could crush armies with my mighty fists!! Crush, I tell you!!!”
It was most excellent.
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Nov
2007
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Nov
2007
If WWII was an MMORPG
I don’t know why I find this so damn funny, but I do.
Maybe cause I’m a history major who spends way too much time with gamers.
19
Nov
2007
Gymming
In an effort to combine all of my various interests into one easy payment, I went to the gym at the Greene today to check it out. On their little survey of things you’d like to accomplish with your gym membership, I noted that they did not include “health reasons.” They did, of course, include, “weight loss” and “weight gain.” I suppose “health reasons” should have been covered by “cardiovascular fitness.”
Whatever.
When I sat down with my poor little just-out-of-college gym monkey sales guy who showed me around, he checked over my reasons for coming in and did a double-take. I watched him do it, skipping over “weight loss” and coming back to it, stuttering, going back to “building strength” and “cardiovascular fitness” which I had checked, talking about those, and then warily coming back to fat loss.
“Are you interested in reducing your fat percentage or losing weight?” he asked, tentatively.
“Not really,” I said. “If I lose weight while increasing my fitness level, great, but if I don’t, it’s really no big deal.”
“Oh,” he said. Long pause. I realized he had no script for that, particularly when talking to a female client. How often does a woman come into a gym and say she *doesn’t* want to lose weight?
And it was like: Honey, I lost way too much of my life to that dull pursuit. I learned the thin=fit=good lie first hand, when I lost weight and everyone thought I was somehow spiritually good and greater, when in fact, I was dying. I got to eat like a normal person for the first time in my life, eat and not worry a moment about my weight, and you know what? I could only do that cause I was dying.
Not interested in that anymore. It’s lost a lot of its luster.
I want to be strong.
“Oh, OK,” he said, and moved on. But did, in fact, bring it up again some time later as we were walking around touring the pool and the squash courts.
“We do have personal trainers. I know you say you aren’t interested in losing weight, but if you’re interested in a nutrition plan or anything like that, our personal trainers can really help with weight loss.”
“Great, thanks for telling me,” I said. I’m polite when I need to be. He seemed terribly nervous about the whole thing, though, so I projected strength and competence, and talked about Chicago, South Africa, the rec center in Alaska.
What I’m looking for is someplace to go when I’m bored and it’s cold and dark outside. Our house is pretty small, and with two jerks, two dawgs, and the Boyfriend coming around all the time, well, it gets crowded in here. I’ve been extra bitchy toward my roommates and the Boyfriend, and I have a feeling it has a lot to do with the fact that now that it’s cold and dark, and I don’t get outside enough, I don’t ride my bike around as much, and just generally… yeah. I need some room to kick around.
I was actually pretty happy with the look of the gym. It reminded me a lot of the rec center at U of Alaska, where I pretty much lived for much of my dorm life. Alaska’s pretty damn boring unless you’re willing to get outside, and when it’s fucking cold, you don’t want to go outside. The problem I’ve discovered with my kickboxing gym is that it’s not on a bus line and I’m paying a lot for classes without a lot of variety. I need someplace I can live all winter.
This place has a pool, tons of equipment, an indoor track, spinning classes, kickboxing classes, strength training classes, and much more. It might be the best place for me to spend the winter.
I need to run out some of this excess energy, and I want to feel strong again. It’s time.
19
Nov
2007
To Do
Find out what the next book for the SF book club is. Check out both local area Writers’ Groups (cause really, why not?). Check out the downtown boxing gym. Get certified on the local climbing wall.
etc. etc.
In short, be more social.
Also, write more.
You know… the usual.
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