Tuesday Notes on Exercise

Last laugh's on all y'all voting for the Saga of the Ticky Box - I don't write in Middle English! (I am a bit fascinated at which two ideas have been neck-and-neck for first place. Who knew the most popular Doctor Who concepts would be ones that don't involve the Doctor at all!)

Trying something new today. I bought Yoga in Bed: 20 Asanas to Do in Pyjamas and am doing a stripped-down version as soon as the alarm goes off. Although the cats want me to bound out of bed and feed them immediately, my ability to leap up at the first notes is... nonexistent. However, I can wriggle my feet, and stretch my arms, and that gave me enough energy to do some of the other stretches and by the time I got up my neck was still tight as steel cable (that's going to need some professional work) but the rest of me was ready to deal with life.

I'm going to try to keep this up and make it part of the regular routine. I'll keep y'all posted whether you could care less or not.

Did one of the slowest exercise CDs (Bollywood) on the basis that the basement is not air conditioned and it doesn't take much to work up a sweat these days. Not only is the heat bad, the humidity is so high that I have to empty the basement dehumidifier twice a day - and that thing has a 90-pint container! (Non locals - when you hear someone in this area talking about people "going down" at the Renaissance Festival, we are not, alas, discussing fun sexual acts. We're talking about fainting from heat exhaustion. And apparently we had a record high number of people dropping during the record high temperatures last weekend.)

Anyway, I'm probably not going to be doing the really fast-paced music mixes until the heat breaks. We've had some corking thunderstorms, but none that really cleared the air.

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For the Heroes fans, possibly the only RPF I will ever rec in my life, the picspammy and gigglicious Milo Eye for the Heroes Guy The boys of Heroes had been invited to The Prince's Ball The Hot In Hollywood Bash, and Sendhil and Zachary weren't happy...

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( Two more exercise mixes )

I've only used the Tiger thermos-style bento twice and I already love it in a manner that would put me on a registry in five states. It's high quality! It's streamlined! It has two watertight containers! The containers are deep enough that you can layer things! (One of them has an internal container of cheese plus crackers plus some mini-3 Musketeers. The other two containers have fruit salad and "tomato pasta soup" [read: leftover spaghetti thrown in leftover tomato soup]).

Bundles of links, mostly swiped from fyrdrakken:
Bitchtastic review of The Devil Wears Prada, hitting all the reasons why I almost wrote a rant about the movie in my LJ when I saw it. She treated her job like a job, not like a social relationship. She accepted an assignment that her boss offered her, an assignment her boss decided she was better suited to than her colleague -- and this, in her own eyes and in everybody else's, makes her a selfish, backstabbing power-slut. Nobody would blink twice if a man did exactly the same thing -- but for Andrea, somehow it means she was selling her soul.

Huzzah for my friends; when I said "I'm going to drop off the face of the earth for X period of time to go back to school" they didn't pull the crap that Andrea's friends did when she dedicated one year to getting a job that would open all the doors she wanted opened.

seti_drd has a Martha at Torchwood story Left Unsaid. S3 finale spoilers. Not for the first time Tosh wonders who Martha Jones really is.

We killed smallpox. Will polio be the next scourge to fall?