An irreverent Friday post concerning my ass. (But not concerning to my ass.)
It hurts. Yesterday at the gym I was doing some ass exercises on the seated leg press and I was like, "I'ma do 60 reps lifting my entire body weight!"
I also made the mistake of wearing heels today. Heels look hot because they make butts rise and sort of--pop! And who knew that an ass that goes pop! hurts extra-bad the day after it's done 60 reps of full body weight on a seated leg press?
This is the Y, by the way, the unsexiest, least stylish gym in Toronto. I love it. There was a girl there yesterday who couldn't have been more than 15 who was dressed so skanky, wasn't even exercising, and was totally showing off her pubes, lying down on the gym mats in the stretching room and reading magazines, checking herself out, showing off her pubes. People who come to the Y to be seen are so damn funny.
Also concerning: Michael Crummey
I have very big crush on author Michael Crummey. I hope he invites me to Newfoundland to tell me jokes. I'm about to send my 4th piece of fan mail ever (to the email address I hope to be correct) asking him to do so. Who wouldn't want to get a letter from a stranger saying, "I will buy you unlimited hooch if you tell me some jokes"?
Here's a photo. Ladies, he's mine. Unless he has a wife or something.

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He looks a bit like a rapist. Though imo most men with beards do. And most male authors seem to have beards. As do male science teachers... what's with that?
Re: Gyms. A lot of gyms here seem to be specifically placed so that the maximum view passer-bys get of the inhabitants - like some kind of giant hamster maze.
I'm not sure what the motivation for doing this is... perhaps the idea was that onlookers could admire the fit and tanned bodies of the young and successful - like living mannuquins in a shop window. The reality is mostly... jubbly. Bits that shouldn't, moving not quite in sync with the rest of the excercisee's frame. Usually in too-tight space-age fabrics. And sweat.
For this reason I can't stand gyms. We took a walk up One Tree Hill yesterday, which as far as I'm concerned is a lot better for my body, self esteem and wallet.
Though I suppose with the unfriendly-to-human-habitation climate of toronto, gym memberships are far more practicle.
Anyway, getting carried away with this comment.. was just supposed to say hi.
Hi!
Potentially slanderous statement about Michael Crummey
+ joke about science teachers
+ comparing gyms to habitrails
+ "jubbly"
+ Hi
= perfect comment! Hi Hamish!
although I'm afraid I must disagree with the statement about the "unfriendly-to-human-habitation climate of Toronto." Oh my no!
Me too! I agree with everything up to unfriendly to human habitation bit. I hate gyms too, on the other hand I heart the grid system, and burn my calories walking to random locations, because it's so easy. I feel like an ant on a huge piece of graph paper. Temperature's nice at the moment too.
Glad to hear your back is better by the way! Hope the arse-injury is less permanent
Heart! I think Toronto looks more like a grid with some spaghetti on it . . . which is just as tasty as the regular kind.
I guess I'm just soft. We like our winters warm and our summers cold. Why, I just bought some 3/4 pants in September. September! (read this is in Kirstey Alley voice)
*tag*
That's it, Hamish is no longer allowed to watch Dr. Phill... too many Jenny Craig ads.
*hangs head in shame*
For the record, I MISS SEASONS!!! "Rainy" and "not-so-rainy" aren't seasons, damnit.
*tag*
I prefer "Moisty" and "Tepid".
"Moisty" and "tepid" would describe Toronto quite well, but as a nod to Laura's scheme I'd say we're more like, "humid" and "goddamn Earth don't get this cold." That being said, I am a summer girl at heart and the fall makes me sad. Yet the view from my office overlooks the whole valley and the colours it'll turn in the next couple of weeks. Now that I don't smoke my break from work is to go look at the trees. I'm becoming a clean goddamn hippie.
On a completely different note, you book-loving hippie, Neil Gaiman will be touring again soon with his latest book Anansi Boys. He's supposedly coming to TO in October. If you STILL haven't read any of his stuff, I highly recommend that you do. Good Omens is a hilarious Douglas-Adamsian type sotry, while American Gods is more like Atwood, Findley, and Lewis Carroll thrown together.
I think you'll find Gaiman to be much more... intriguing looking. (Apparently, he makes women's underwear slide off. Not my words: this is from librarians.)
You crazy tag-teaming kids...
I just wanted to pipe up for Neil Gaiman. Good Omens is sweet, and reminded me of Douglas Adams too! I'd lend you my copy if I hadn't left it in Belgium... Looks like I'd better check out American Gods...
I *cannot* wait for goddamn-earth-don't-get-this-cold to roll around.
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