so i think this means they are encouraging cumming in not on. that's what i'm hearing. nice typography by the way. clean. simple. though the interlinear spacing in the body text could stand to be slightly reduced. and shouldn't the sign be laminated or otherwise waterproof? yes.
this scene brings the funny. wearing flip flops in a bareback locker room movie is so important. must protect self from the true dangers of athlete's foot. the only thing more ironic would have been foot condoms. yes i mock. maybe they are negative and std free. and maybe the flip flop is about to end up inside of someone.
need some energetic beats and vocal inspiration to keep your workout pulsing in 2009 or just want some music to fuck by? your answer is the pleasure packed new cd workout: pumping house. now i've been busting my ass at the gym since august (packed on a bunch of muscle thank you) and this collection reminds me i need to mix up my tunes just as much as my exercise routine. since i can't count on my gym to play exceptional house (which by it's very nature takes me back to my late teens early 20s high nrg days) i need to fill it in with my own soundtrack for my own body. here's my skinny on selected tracks:
workout - rupaul (tony puccio remix): nice smooth way to start. ru's vocals are yummy and fierce lite. this house has character and 40 inch heels. later ru build it up with a harder looking good, feeling gorgeous mix. rupaul is still a dance music superstar dammit.
mindbuster - jocelyn brown and oliver cheatha (frankie c radio mix): hello 1979 with a time machine trip to future music technology. how come house duets never seem that heterosexual? oh yeah, cause they're not.
that sound - brinsley evans ft. sy smith (funky junction and antony reale radio mix): she's got a great semi-scratch to her voice. it catches just right with the mix. faster faster. lift in time. legwarmers not required.
found a cure - plaza people: this is my new cardio anthem!
do you like my body? - the lollypop gang (audiophreakz vocal radio mix): reminder that at least 49% of the reason you're working out is to be more fuckable, or at least look it. "i see it in your eyes you want to dance with me..." oh yeah, gyms are also for cruising so replace dance with date and you're set for a social life of possibility and hope. just be nice cause you'll see him at the gym again.
ding dong (pick up the phone bitch) - cell phish (money and fun club mix): thick beats get in my brain good. stay a bit longer at the gym. workout loud. workout strong. your body is your body is ready to move ready for more weight. hypnotized by this workout house.
one nation - darrell martin vs. paul cortes (groovepusher mix): we're all a family on the workout floor. all reaching for our own perfection. oh you don't need to look like the guy on the cover of the cd. you knew that right? still this music will help you feel that desire to be your best self and workout: pumping house gives you the tunes you need to help make it happen.
p.s. if you get the hard copy (from amazon for example) you get a 7 day pass to bally's. plus both the 2 cd set and the mp3 version features an over hour long megamix perfect for interval training.
i might join a gym again as summer turns to fall. who the fuck likes unending gray days in seattle? definitely need to amp up my energy with more workouts. so i'm looking at gym reviews and find this:
"This is a great gym for people who are serious about their workout. It's not deluxe and fairly small, but the clientele are sincere and there to work out, not to cruise...For me, the location can't be beat, right between work and the bus tunnel.
Pros: No windows, Serious clientele, Not cruisey
Cons: No windows, Small, No cute boys
so to clarify this person wants cute boy eyecandy, but a non-cruisy gym. i.e. he/she wants to be the only one who gets to cruise cute boys. psycho!
i stopped working out and i don't know why or of course i know why. it's hard in the moment and for some reason when it comes to my body i don't think of long term goals. i'm still lean and reasonably tight and all. i just lost some muscle and probably without the same level of core strength my back gets sore more. and probably without the circulatory benefits my brain gets sore more. and probably without the way to burn off energy my mood gets sore more. so i guess i best work out. it's just i quit my gym because it didn't fit in my schedule but now i have a bike and places to go plus i have a rowing machine at home and the electronica channel on digital cable so there's really no excuse except that i'm not doing it which isn't an excuse but rather a fact.
i think what's missing is when i'm at a gym i get competitive, not directly like i'll lift more weight than the next guy even if i can't, but i figure if other people are in the room i should try not to look like a fool. and maybe if some of those people are guys who look at least somewhat like the pictures i post on here, then it would be to my benefit to look good in comparison. i'm not just a mind i'm a piece of meat (or a piece of wheat gluten since i don't eat meat). other people seem to remember i have a body more than i do. i guess because i'm so close to it i can't see it. i can't see me.
pigs on parade is back on the seattle streets and it took about two seconds of one of the sculptures being in westlake center for someone to rip its wings off, thereby destroying the when pigs fly metaphor. can people please leave public art totally the fuck alone?
my wisdom tooth i had out last week got infected, or should i say the hole that remained got infected, so i'm in total hideous pain, partially from the gut wrenching antibiotics. for awhile there, i was doing a steve lawrence impression, which if you're old enough you'll know i'm talking about that guy who looked like one side of his jaw was constantly swollen.
my bus driver today kept jerking the bus like it was his minus first day on the job, plus he was singing and talking to himself like a maniac which made me terrified. more terrified than normal. this was better than tuesday, when this bag lady, oh i'm sorry that's rude, this bummette paid her fare in pennies. as in 150 pennies. she put a plastic bag on the floor of the bus and kept hunching over to pick up handfuls over and over. i was heard to utter "jesus fucking christ get off the fucking bus, lady." and i meant it.
when i was getting my antibiotic and extra vicodin prescription filled, i ran into someone i knew through an old job and she told me she sold a design to ikea. of course i looked it up and it turns out to be true. see hallaryd. her artwork, which i personally think is kinda boring, at least in its ikea incarnation, is now in thousands of people's houses, and was in a set shot on dancing with the stars, though that last part i can't fact check because i hate dancing with the stars. what kills reality shows for me are when i hate one or more of the judges, and on that show i hate all three. i'm trying to watch so you think you can dance, but i hate mary murphy and mia michaels, so that's going to be tough.
it's amazing how grumpy constant pain can make me. of course, it's better than what someone else i know has: flesh eating bacteria on his face. i'm totally not kidding. the hospital let him out after giving him antibiotics, but then he had to go back because it was antibiotic resistant flesh eating bacteria. so blame the healthcare system for not appropriately quarantining contagious people. don't scapegoat the individuals. except for typhoid mary. it was totally her fault she gave everyone her bubonic plague, i mean typhoid. but speaking of bubonic plague, if you get bubonic plague in your boobs, is it called, boobubonic plague?
wow, posting on vicodin is intense. time for more hardboiled eggs. is that hyphenated?