Fit Is The Goal

Why does glass art sound like a good idea right now?

Because blowtorch. That’s right.

…if I can’t type in the morning, I’ve lost my fingers in a horrible, fiery accident.

anothercausefordispute replied to your post: Confession Monday

Oh my goodness I just watched some of those the other day

Hahaha, it’s fun, with the right partner. 

I, personally, enjoy reading Lord Byron while doing it. I enjoy listening to sonnets.

almondsofjoy answered your question: So, I’m going to be at a con 2 weeks from now, and…

I like making mini pancakes for field days. So mini waffles would be BETTER!

Ooo…that might work, but waffles get soggy after a while, don’t they?
And this is supposed to be a set of snacks my friends can munch on while they work because they won’t have time to pause and eat a proper meal.

I was thinking of doing little bite sized things like corn dog muffins, cup cake sized shepard’s pies, maybe meaty egg rolls. Things like that. Protein and carbs to keep them going and I’ll pack some fruit to keep their sugar levels high.

So, I’m going to be at a con 2 weeks from now, and if you’ve ever gone to a convention, you know people tend not to eat well while there. You eat junk food or you end up not eating much at all.

But we did something awesome. We decided to rent a condo for the week, within walking distance of the convention center and it has a full kitchen!

Now I’m trying to figure out how to make small meals that will sate the stomachs of my friends.

Any ideas?

What would you want to eat if you had someone who could make practically anything, but it would be small meals to much on, not huge things to get you through hours of not eating?

My knees have been giving me issues, so, low impact it is!

I was trying to figure out what to talk about this week, since I’m running out of weird quirks about me that seem interesting.
Contemplated taking about something that occurred during my trip the other week, but that’s more my body being weird than a confession.

Had lunch with a friend today and we kind of had a bit of a bawdy conversation, as her and I tend to do, and she said, “Well, hell, the way I figure it, why not get a little weird with your followers? Tell then all the strange shit you’re into.”

I laughed at this, and figured, well, why not. This really will become a confession sort of post, to get you guys to know me better, beyond the surface level stuff. 
Because…it’s my blog.

So, confession for the week:
I really like doing Hysterical Literature readings.

Well…I ended up staying awake a little late.

For the last…hour and a half? I just lay outside in my hammock and pondered the universe. The vastness of it all, how infinitely insignificant I am. 

I was reminded of a wonderfully quirky quote from Douglas Adams’ book, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe:

“It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.” 

It’s time for this imaginary young man to get to bed.

almondsofjoy replied to your link: Hangout with anothercausefordispute and I

If only I didn’t have to wake up 6 hours :( Also, it’d help if I had clothes on…

Psh, I’m half naked as it is. We’re watching theme songs from our childhood! Enjoy work in the morning.

Just hanging from my pull up bar by my fingers.

Nothing else, just feeling that stretch and strain as 190lbs are supported by 8 fingers.

I do it almost every time I go thorough the doorway that the pull up bar is in, which is decently often. 
Before I get off the bar, I try and do at least 10 pull ups. 15 if I hadn’t done it in the last hour or so.

anothercausefordispute replied to your post: Considering booze before I even get breakfast in…

Considering booze before I even get breakfast in me.

…could be fun.

Going to read a book. Kelsey and I are reading the first Dexter book. 

What are you all reading?

britsfit answered your question: Dilemma

It’s kinda weird. Maybe you can call the hotel and ask to leave a message for her to reach you if she’s still able to hang?

Yeah, that’s the thing. They’re with the tour, more specifically, at Disneyland. They probably won’t be back till tonight, which is when I thought to swing by, but the thing is, tonight is their last night in the city. 

Messaging is a bit difficult, we’ve pretty much been able to talk in the mornings, but it may have been that the program we’re using, whatsapp, is not working right and I’m not getting messages. I don’t know what it is. It shows she got them. 

Ugh. This is what I get for wanting to be social, hahaha.

(PS: We need to hang out again. Sorry it didn’t work last time I was in your city!)

So, I was supposed to hang out with another fit tumblr person today, thing is, we kind of are having difficulty reaching one another. I blame most of it on me, but a lot of it is that I’m kind of sure she can only check her messages at certain points and in very specific circumstances. 

Now here’s the thing, we wanted to meet up, somehow, but the last 24+ hours I’ve been in a bit of a blackout when it comes to updates. She’s told me where her and her fiancee, it’s my proof this is mutual and I’m totally not being a creeper, along with the rest of her tour are staying. Should I swing by there and wait for them to come back to the hotel? 
I’d like to not miss this opportunity, since she lives on the other side of the world, practically. 

Would that be a weird decision to make?

That is all.

I think they’re trying to get someone, it is North Hollywood after all.

The sound has totally screwed over my afternoon reading, so I’m planning to head out, find the guy, beat him up a little, and then hand him over to the police.

If it gets on the news, I’ll be the guy in the leather, linens and screaming obscenities about my afternoon being disturbed.

almondsofjoy replied to your post: Once again, I’ve made a horri…

I skipped the first sentence and went O_o

I…oh my. No…
I haven’t had one of those accidents…in at least a month!
Hahaha…oh geez.

And I REALLY love Radio Lab! I’ve been listening to all sort of neat subjects on there! Thank you so much for the recommendation! 

…I just depressed myself with memories. I guess that’s what happens after 2am.

If I were a more emotional person, what I did would hurt a lot more.
As I am…I just need to go work out.

Off to go run this feeling away.

…I was whittling in bed.

Ugh…now I have to change my sheets.

Why do I do these things?
…I may just sleep on my couch tonight.

I’m going to tell you all a little secret:

If you ever see me with my messenger bag, chances are there is a composition book in there.
In that composition book is mostly small notes to myself, recipes of things I’ve thought up while out and about, a D&D 3.5 and 4.0 character, some stamps and a few envelopes.

There’s also the occasional unfinished story. Little snippets of things I write at around this hour.
Sometimes they’re battles of good and evil, flashing blades, extraordinary displays of magic and such.
Other times they may be sappy romantic stories, lover’s last moments before a separation, a first kiss, a very descriptive and bawdy romp.

Whatever my head seems to be thinking of at this hour. 

I really dislike getting angry, but damn does it feel good.

Ugh. 
Anyone listen to podcasts? I could use another good one to listen to.
I’ve listened to Beer and Battle, Roosterteeth, Internet Box and TED talks in the past, and right now I’m listening to an audiobook of Red Queen, but I could always use more.

Ugh. If ever there was a time I was ready for sleep, it would be now. 
That kink in my right wrist is fixed though! That was bothering me for a week now, and after some heavy bag work and some sparring, bam! Better!

Violence CAN be the answer!

Going boxing. 

Sure, it’s past midnight.
Sure I’ve been doing manual labor for hours upon hours the last few days. Sure it would be best if I just rested.

But…I’ve got energy and I could really use some punching things time.
Thanks goodness I know people who could use punching time at this hour as well.

But I started singing Fine, fine line from Avenue Q.

No reason. Just came up in my head.

Huh. Thought you should know.

Quick edit:
If I’m ever heart broken, have me sing it. I think it sounds great as a baritone part that transitions into a tenor piece.

Pretty much sums up my day. Dug…a dozen feet, trench is about 2 and a half feet deep and just as wide.

Sore, tired, but now I’m making home made fish sticks.
Yay! Fish sticks!

Well, I’ve made a horrible mistake.

The half life of caffeine is 6 hours. So if we figure I took in around 300-450mg at 3, I’ve still got somewhere around 100mg still in me right now.
I was curious of my cognitive state so I started doing simple puzzles, like my rubink’s cube. I can, under normal circumstances, solve it in less than a minute from a random state and right now I just completed it in 52 seconds, so…brain still functioning well. I should be tired, my body feels tired, but my brain is still clogged full of the stuff and is probably getting none of the adenosine, which would tell me I’m weary.

So…off to read.
Blah. Coffee.

Acclimated to caffeine but muscles are cramping. Not sure if coffee related. Also, posting on a kindle I get the old text prompt screen I miss it. Stomach rumbles. Twitching stopped. Still claustrophobic but listening to an audiobook helps.

I have the problem of liking ideas a lot more than the actual actions when it comes to vices.

Like, when I talked about wanting a drink. I really could go without one, but I like the idea of it. 
Same with going out, actually. I’m a home body, for the most part. I want to read and not be out, but the idea of an adventure is seductive to my mind. 
The real confession: I’m kind of boring, hahaha.

Still claustrophobic. I hate being under the house.

I remember now why I only drink tea, coffee makes me twitchy. My teeth actually are bothering me, which is weird.
Good thing, I’ve dug about a 5x4x3 trench in the small time I’ve been under there. 

My head actually aches a bit as well. Oh, the caffeine.

So, a tablespoon of ground coffee has something around…what, 100-150mg of caffeine? 
I just put three into my French Press. No sugar, no cream. 

I’ve got some physical labor to do. Let’s see how I hold up. I’ll give intermittent updates when I can from my kindle. 

beboldbealive replied to your post: beboldbealive replied to your post: Game of…

i own the first four books… i just need to actually finish reading them. the second one is taking FOREVER to get into. despite already seeing season 2. bleh. I WILL PREVAIL.

Yeah, some of it is hard and when I reread the books I realized there were SO MANY characters I just didn’t give a damn about. Like Theon? Screw Theon. Go be annoying and cry somewhere else.
Catelyn’s chapters killed me as well. Wah, I don’t like anyone. Grr, son, you’re a horrible king! 
And then Sansa…I think hers are the chapters where I’d regularly speak out loud to the book in frustration.
It gets…better?
I have to admit, savor the third book though, because the fourth one is rough.

beboldbealive replied to your post: Game of Thrones Spoiler!

oh god everyone’s dead and i still need to finish the second book so I can watch the new season and argh they’re all dead. I know it.

Just a suggestion…read the third book before you watch this season.
The third book is THE BEST of all the books thus far, in my opinion.
And yes, everyone is dead. It’s George R.R. Martin. Everything you love has been spoiled and has died. There is no happiness, ever. There are no good guys, no bad guys, the evil ones live far too long and the good die early. 
And Joffrey is an ass. Always an ass.

Tiny edit: And if it makes it any easier, you’d only have to read half way into the third book, since they’re splitting this book into two seasons. THAT’S HOW AWESOME THE THIRD BOOK IS!

Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor, Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor! Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor. Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor. Hodor! Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!

Hodor…

Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor.

polkadotbop answered your question: Game of Thrones tonight!

All I know about GOT is that there are a lot of butts.

There totally are, but it’s not just lady butt. Well, there are far more of them, but it’s not the only butts you see. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. That’s a butt you want to see.

almondsofjoy replied to your post: Game of Thrones tonight!

I watch my room-mate read and watch Game of Thrones. Does that count?

Ooo, did not know this! What do you think of the show thus far? 

I wish we were all capable of watching it together and live chatting. Stupid time zones.

Curious, who does watch Game of Thrones? And who has read the books thus far?

almondsofjoy replied to your post: Slowly dying…

We can drink together over zeee internetz!

Hahaha, I’m sorry I took so long to reply! Otherwise I’d totally take up this offer! And we need to chat again! 

polkadotbop replied to your post: Slowly dying…

get some stella artois

Is that your beer of choice? A friend of mine LOVES Stella. I’m conflicted as to whether or not I like beer. I’ve always been more of a liquor person when I drink, though I don’t do it all that often.

I forgot I had things to do today.

So, my alarm went off barely 2 hours after I had gone to sleep aaaaand I was off.

Blah. Just got home not too long ago, and I need to take the dogs out on a walk and then eat something. It feels like a drinking night. 
Ooo…I have moonshine.
Frak, drinking alone, that sounds depressing.

Tiny edit: This is my 666 post. That amused me.
OK, off to go take a walk.

I spent my evening in the company of good friends I don’t see nearly as often as I wish I could.

There was laughter, tears, threats, plotting, screaming, all the things that make a social gathering worthwhile.
Now, I sleep and wait for the eventual wave of DOMS to overcome and cripple me.

I am about to go take my dogs out for their walk and then I don’t know what to do afterwards. 
For some reason, I’m just antsy today. I feel like I should do SOMETHING.
Thoughts? Anyone?
Otherwise I’m just going to make dinner and listen to audiobooks then read. Maybe play my violin a bit.

Would have written earlier, but I’m kind of lazy.

Quick summary: It was amazing. 34 minutes of two people whirling about like we were two very deadly dancers. We actually used blunt steel, the kind he uses for performances, which made it all the more thrilling. Their weight was a teensy bit off, the handles a bit light, but that was easy to remedy with a bit of steel lined cordage around the blade guard and pommel.
Oh, and a certain set of events yesterday morning set me off and he got his wish of seeing me fight angry. It was good, and I totally Hulked out.
No one died, though the show swords are pretty much useless now after yesterday.

Long version:
So, we had talked it over and I really was curious to try and be a tiny bearded and angry god of war for our last day. I even talked it over with my therapist and she found it interesting, given that the sword fighting is actually what seems to elicit the least amount of emotions from me.
She was actually interested enough that she asked to watch, more curious to see me angry and that extremely emotional more than anything else.
I’d like to digress for a second to say I’ve always kept myself from being angry because I dislike the idea of losing control. That sounds like an asinine or arrogant thing to say, as if in my rage I would actually destroy a small city or something, but the truth of the matter is that, more than anything, I dislike the idea of doing anything that is done in an emotional outburst.
Which actually I’d like to talk about more, eventually, but that’s for another post.

In preparation for yesterday, we were trying to figure out what gets me angry. Once again, I’m a slightly off individual when it comes to things like this. The feeling is there, but very far off. We poked and prodded at things but realized as much as I wanted to bring about the feeling, nothing was doing it.
About four days ago, we found my button though. Social issues. Weird, right? I actually get fired up when reading about the idiocy of humanity, how people can treat each other because of differences that they have no control over and over personal choices. 
Where best to read things like that? Reddit. Goodness, I realized half the time I was ready to go on a rampage.
So, the morning comes and, oddly enough, I was feeling…calm. I had gotten so angry over the last few days that I was just empty. I had nothing left and actually felt light. It had been so long, keeping all that pent up that after all of it was out, I just was kind of…at peace.
I sent him a message saying that and he sent back that he was amused at my sudden enlightenment and that our last match should be fun either way.
So, I’m getting ready, putting on my gear and what not when I suddenly go into the kitchen and something my brother did pissed me off.
Now I’m suddenly riled up and ready to destroy the world again.
I was off and met up with them at a friend’s house, since they have the perfect back yard for our event. Big space for us to move around in and they have a patio perfect for spectating. 

We got there and I was still huffing and puffing, holding on to that feeling because I actually figured I’d get it out and have that experience. 

Now…let me tell you the biggest difference between my sword fighting when angry and when calm. 
When I’m calm, everything is like a tree of choices. I see the center of gravity on my opponent based on their stance, how that alters their choices in movement and what they can do from there. When they do move I quickly reassess what can occur from there and I find the best possible solutions for countering that.
It’s like…ballroom dancing when you and your partner take turns leading. You have to read what that person is going to do, follow them and then when you can, you lead…with a sword.

When I’m angry, all of that goes out the window. It’s the last few years of learning taking over, no thinking just instinct and muscle memory. I’m a human blender, blades in constant movement as my body takes over, hacking and slashing relentlessly.

Once again, I was dual wielding, two short swords and he had a short sword and a shield. 
I’d love to try and recall the entire thing, but it’s actually difficult for me to type right now. My wrists hurt from, awkwardly enough, cooking the other day. Not the vibrations of slamming metal upon metal and wood, but from juggling several different pans while cooking up a storm that evening.

Suffice to say, the match was amazing. His technique was still way beyond me, but I made up for it in the fact that I was faster, a bit stronger than him and that my style was focused solely on offense. My anger also made me more prone to being random in my recklessness. I would block an overhead slash with an X guard with my swords only to let them fall to my left, spin to his shielded side and slam into him with all of my weight. Several times I actually tripped him up by causing him to have to push his center of gravity too high with my attacks in such close proximity to him and then suddenly using the flat side of my sword to pull his legs out from under him as I leap to one side.

He got in a lot of great hits as well, using the shield to hide his body made it difficult to see when he was moving to attack, and once again his years and years of experience often made the biggest difference. As much as my rage, speed and offensive style gave me an advantage when it came to the fact that I could attack more, he, several times, knocked a sword out of my hand with a deft flick, or would deflect my attack down with his shield, causing me to be wide open to a nice punch to the head.

At the end, we both decided we would missio at the same time. There was no winner, but we didn’t need one. We fought for over a half hour and were exhausted. I was done being angry and we were both starving.

We showered, dressed up in suits and ties and went downtown for some Italian food.
There’s actually more story for me to tell, but I need to get going.

To be continued!

btw it’s vivialive with vivi not viv :D

:Facepalm: I’ve been reading your tumblr name wrong for ages. It’s like…ever see a word over and over in a book and you never quite get the real pronunciation, so you have this idea of it in your head only to find out you’ve been wrong the entire time?
Yeah…awkward…
Fixed it though! 

a mi tambien! banana + mango + coconut milk :D

I just saw! That looks and sounds like it would be amazingly tasty! I must try it some time!

i scream always works :D

I made my own s’more ice cream today! Even made the marshmallow cream! Unf…it is so good…