Watch, though, how his hand keeps phasing right though his leg.

Precious little writing accomplished yesterday, but I did do the battle of Thor vs. Jörmungandr the Midgard Serpent in 285 words, which included references to both Gatorade and cottage cheese.

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This weekend will involve grilling (pork ribs and a chicken), Kung Fu (probably just brown belt class), writing, exciting NBA playoff action (Go Suns!), and Pacifico (since it's Cinco De Mayo, and it's also what I have in the fridge).

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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? (via barthanderson)

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool…

Opening Credits: Of the Simarils and the Unrest of the Noldor - J.R.R. Tolkien (Oh, and isn't this going to be an exciting movie!!)

Waking Up: So Cruel - U2

First Day At School: People Get Ready - Jeff Beck

Enter The Villain: Some Kind of Monster - Metallica

Falling In Love: Invisible - Everclear

Breaking Up: #9 Dream - John Lennon

Prom: Road Trippin' - Red Hot Chili Peppers

The Big Game: Another World - Poe

Life is Good: What On Earth Will You Do (For Heaven's Sake) - Johnny Cash

Mental Anguish: Hey, Johnny Park! - Foo Fighters

Driving: Oh! You Pretty Things - David Bowie

Flashback: Blow Up the Outside World - Soundgarden

Getting Back Together: Dancing Nancies - Dave Matthews

Meeting the Parents: That's It - The Cars

Wedding: Some Day My Prince Will Come - Miles Davis (perfect!)

Paying the Dues: Black Water Blues - Bessie Smith (and again, perfect, cuz you gotta pay the dues if you wanna sing the blues.)

The Night Before The War: Space Oddity - David Bowie

Chase Scene: I Don't Sleep, I Dream - REM

Final Battle: One Hand, One Heart - West Side Story

Moment of Triumph: Mr. Jones - Counting Crows

Death Scene: Stream - Dave Matthews/Tim Reynolds

Funeral Song: All the Young Dudes - David Bowie (third Bowie, and nicely ironic)

End Credits: Heart Breaker - Led Zeppelin

What does your drawing say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You are driven and ambitious and tend to make radical moves to reach your goals.
You are a direct and forthright person. You like to get to the core of the issue right away, with few signs of hesitation.
You like following the rules and being objective. You are precise and meticulous, and like to evaluate decisions before making them.
You are ambitious and optimistic, determined to prove and advertise yourself.

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

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I have rug burn on my ankle from learning a White Crane form the other day. The Shaolin monks didn't have rugs in the temples, so they never got rug burn on the ankles when they learned White Crane. Ergo, I have it much harder than the Shaolin monks.

On the other hand, the temples weren't next to the 24-hour taco joint and the good pita place, so maybe there are a few advantages to learning Kung Fu in a 21st century strip mall.

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Had a very pleasant mostly-Day Off yesterday, catching the Rembrandt exhibit at the art museum and eating a really excellent salami sandwich.

Honestly, I have to say that the Rembrandts didn't really move me all that much. I mean, I can appreciate his lighting, but the images were of the sort that I appreciate in my head once someone tells me why and how I should appreciate them, rather than the kind that make me go, "Holy shit, will you look at that?" and make me want to cry or exalt or something.

There's probably something broken inside me.

I did encounter two pieces of contemporary art that moved me, each of which made me feel, for a brief instant, as though I had superpowers. One of them was made from the charred remains of a lightning-struck church, the pieces suspended from the ceiling in a gravity-defying cube. The other was a hall of mirrors and tiny lights that seemed infinite. It made me feel like a god, but then the docent shined her flashlight on me and rushed me out. I shoulda smote her.

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The work-in-progress meme:

Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. (If you haven’t gotten to page 123 yet, then turn to page 23. If you haven’t gotten there yet, then get busy and write page 23.) Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.

See, this is not a well written paragraph, but a meme's a meme. Admire my sense of fair play.



Hermod disliked how light his duffel bag felt as he walked down Centinela Avenue, head bent forward, into the drilling rain. His encounter with the giant had left him swordless, and that left him feeling naked. Not that his sword would do him much good at the moment, when his most formidable opponents were the buses that huffed by, kicking up rooster tails of dirty rain water. Ahead, Winston darted from puddle to puddle, globs of water flying from his wagging tail. A late lunch of two grackles had put him in a particularly chipper mood. Hermod was too troubled to be chipper, pondering what the girl at the pet shop had told him, about the man who'd asked her where to find wolves a few weeks ago. She said he resembled Hermod enough to be his brother. Hermod compiled a mental list of his brothers, of whom there were many.