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An Open Letter to My Pores

Dearest Pores,

Okay, I get that you're necessary. And really, I appreciate all you do. But we need to talk.

First of all, I'd like to apologize for the way I treated you from 1971-1996. I really took you for granted during those years and only gave you attention when you presented me with a red shiny gift. This attention was pretty harsh and was occasionally accompanied by anger, such as in the Homecoming 1987 incident. And I know that. And I wish I would have done things differently. If there's anything I can do to rectify that old situation now, please let me know and I'll really try, I will.

That being said, we're now living in the present. 2009. And I know you've heard over the years that bigger is better and that everyone should supersize everything - but please realize this does not apply to you. I just caught a glimpse of you in the bus window, and I had to say something. Because, really, how far do you plan in taking this to prove your point? Uncle! I get it now that I never acknowledged your invisible awesomeness. Sorry for the confusion over this and the mixed messages on my part. I hope it's not too late to rethink your path.

Oh, and if you could go back to being invisible, I promise to notice and applaud you, as if you were more visible than Paris Hilton and Octomom combined.

Thanks in advance for your consideration.

Chances for the Masses

I listened to the Beatles a lot in junior high and into high school. Now I'm not knowledgable on the how's and why's of music and music theory (that would be my brother!) but I always marveled at how their sound changed over time. From something boppy and fun to something mysterious and fun, with harmonies that are SO fun to sing along with (I'm looking at YOU, "Because").
They're very inspiring like that for me. Changing from awesome into...still awesome. Taking chances. But...chances for the masses, if that makes any sense. Doing their jobs, but in a way that they find interesting. Hmm...

Mental note: listen to more Beatles.

Oh wait, that's NOT all!

I've been playing Fable II again - started from scratch. Why would I start from scratch, you ask? Okay, I gotta go off on a tangent for a moment...

Those of you who have played Fable II - or have seen the ads - know that your appearance in the game changes over time based on what you eat, the strength you have, the number of times you've been knocked out, etc. Those of you who know me, know that I'm primarily a melée player. I'm not so good at hanging back and taking enemies out from a distance - I prefer the "hack and whack" approach. This means I need a lot of strength (and get knocked out a lot). This means that in Fable II, My character ended up being this huge huge burly woman with a tiny tiny tiny head. And a halo, because she also is kind to animals.

Call me weird, but if my character lives a good clean life, defending the downtrodden and eating only fresh celery - well, I think she should get hotter, rather than looking like the human incarnation of Optimis Prime. (Ha ha - inCARnation, get it?)

Anyhow, this time I'm focusing on Will (magic) rather than strength. Hopefully my character will end up looking like a willowy Mage rather than a freakishly large bodybuilder who ran afoul of some shrunken head witch doctor. So far, I think it's working.

Oh yeah, and I'm also playing it over because it's fun.

Ack!

Uh oh.

I have a blister. It's not painful, so I think if I go get some supplies (like moleskin or something) I can still run.

That is all.

Milestones

News flash: I'm still running.

I honestly didn't think I'd keep it up this long. Because as most people know, GETTING INTO SHAPE IS HARD! And not very fun much of the time.

But for some reason I've continued - and now it's starting to pay off.

Today I ran 2 1/4 miles before walking. Did a 6 mile loop. Experienced being in the zone (or the runner's high or whatever you call it) for the first time. When I got home all I could think about was running tomorrow. It may sound weird, I know. And coming from someone who hates sweating as much as I do, completely bizarre. But there you have it.

In other news, I'm watching the movie "Real Genius" on tv. I love cheeseball movies from the mid-80s.