I'm just gonna go on a maaad nostalgia trip on your expense now.
I really miss Norway... or more specifically: my cottage in the Sylan mountains by the Swedish border. It's an Easter thing... Norwegians go skiing, paint eggs, watch crime TV-series and eat oranges in mountain cottages.

stupid pretty norway

[JuZ]

Recovering from my first jog in... well, many years. I've always hated jogging. I'm tall and have lower back problems so I've always cycled for exercise. But other issues mean I can't ride at the moment and haven't really exercised in a few months. So I'm doing the Couch To 5km program. In theory I should be able to run 5km in 9 weeks from now. I'm pessimistically optimistic.

...and it's almost impossible
It's like gravity is more powerful up there. The couch is like a magnet.

Oh... and you might stumble upon these lads every once in a while:


OH GAWD I MISS THAT STUPID BORING PLACE SO MUCH.

What am I doing? Listening to this:
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Good advice.

So.... I'm having breakfast after waking up early (7am is early for me) as I had my little sister stay over last night. She just got picked up. I'm playing here until shower time.

[JuZ]

Trying to untie the knots in my back and legs after spending yesterday jogging, gardening and completely restructuring our stuff in the garage.

Owwwww...

Aye to the "gardening" part. Ouchies.
Though I got a lot planted and also made another batch of El Toxico hab sauce.

Jogging? What mean this word?
I couldn't jog from here to the end of my eyelashes any more but I feel your pain, brother.
My walking stick hasn't left my side so far this morning.

[JuZ]

Aye to the "gardening" part. Ouchies.
Though I got a lot planted and also made another batch of El Toxico hab sauce.

Jogging? What mean this word?
I couldn't jog from here to the end of my eyelashes any more but I feel your pain, brother.
My walking stick hasn't left my side so far this morning.

At least you can hit people with it and/or give people directions! Mostly hit people.

Yeah, I turn 37 this year and have a little family to provide for, plus my health has been shite since Christmas so it's time to do the hard yards while I still can. If the back doesn't let me down I'll be running 3 times a week. Curious to see if I ever become someone who enjoys running. I was a little cross country champ when I was 12 and I hated it even then.

heh heh...that is how they ALL start. My mate started jogging about 10 years back.
He's 3 months older than I, and two strokes later - he's in the line-up for the 2013 London Marathon.

The man is a junkie.

On Topic: now ripping a turdload of tracks to iPooed.

Currently eating lunch and resenting work. As usual.

[JuZ]

heh heh...that is how they ALL start. My mate started jogging about 10 years back.
He's 3 months older than I, and two strokes later - he's in the line-up for the 2013 London Marathon.

The man is a junkie.

On Topic: now ripping a turdload of tracks to iPooed.

Hmmm... I could do without the strokes.

Right now I have been mostly eatin' Brussels sprouts. Delish! Oh and playing Civ V to scrub the thought of work from my brain. I'm with you wyrmy, fuck work. The only real blight on my existence is the lack of a job I love. What I do now is far better than what I've done for most of my life and I get paid decent money but it's so freaking stressful and elements of it are so repetitive, I can't wait to move on. It'll happen but in the meantime, ugh.

Sorry, rambling here. Wife and son are out of town so I'm going a little stir crazy.

As it's Bank Holiday, not got any pickups/deliveries till tomorrow so I'm chillin', scribbling down some stuff for a very grim, elaborate photo shoot we're doing.
We've got a rough idea of what we're doing, location scouting is a fucking nightmare though so I've told everyone to go to Selco, buy some drywall and build a set in my garage
Other than my neighbours on both sides and one a few houses down, I don't really talk to anyone in the street, so no one actually knows what I do for a living...so there's always a shroud of confusion when I'm working from home and they capture a peek. Like one morning, everyone out in their dressing gowns peering from their drives looking at the mad girl from 159 drag a cheeseburger the size of a car into a truck, shouting at everyone around her...

Drinking beer and contemplating the remaining number of creme eggs.