Thursday, November 27, 2003
Guilt-free Thanksgiving
I ran in the annual Turkey Trot 5K this morning. Yes, I am nuts. Well, it's only once a year. And some of the ORC rowers hopped on board, so we made it a team effort by wearing ORC T-shirts and looking like a group of Brazilian tourists. I recorded a personal-best 5K time, around 37 minutes. To anyone who has run competitively, it's a horrible time. But seeing as how even the thought of me "running" 3.1 miles was pure folly a few years ago, I can live with it. I was mostly just proud that I (1) woke up that freakin' early in the morning, (2) got my best time yet and (3) jogged the whole way without having to stop or walk, even though my jog sometimes was no faster than a race walk.
There are pictures in the moblog from my phonecam, which I carried with me.
And speaking of the Turkey Trot, I distinctly remember writing in my blog about running in last year's Turkey Trot. So this blog has been in existence for a little longer than a year now. Happy Birthday, me.
Current mood: Tired
Current music: Intermix | CorollaryPosted by Lynniechan @ 09:26 PM EST [Link]
Happy holidays
I just read an incredibly sad story about a man who has Duchenne muscular dystrophy.
He is about my age, but most people with the disease (almost always male because of genetic reasons) live only half as long as he has.
The disease causes its victims to slowly lose control of their muscles. If the victim lives long enough, he eventually will no longer be able to speak, blink or even move his eyes. He is a prisoner in his own body, his mind fully aware. It has been described as being buried alive.
The man's DMD has progressed to the point that he no longer can move his arms. He is bedridden and on a respirator. His mom feeds and attends to him, and a nurse's aide stops by three days a week to check on him and give him a bath and a shave.
He can move his fingers enough to type e-mails. He says he is happy because he has a TV and a computer. His mom says that she doesn't know how much time left they have together, but she'll take whatever there is because he is her life.
I am looking at a picture of him. He is lying on a bed, and his mom is sitting in a chair next to him. He is smiling.
Current mood: Crying
Posted by Lynniechan @ 07:53 PM EST [Link]
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
For no reason
http://drunkmenworkhere.org/17.php?n=0
Current mood: Blank
Posted by Lynniechan @ 08:17 PM EST [Link]
Sunday, November 23, 2003
WTF
Good news: I got my cholesterol screening results back from when I donated blood a few weeks ago. It was 129.
Bad news: Oddly, it also said my blood type was A+. As far as I can recall, I've always been O+.
Either there was a clerical error with my blood type, or my cholesterol level is not 129 and someone out there has my real result. Or I'm a vampire.
Current mood: Blank
Posted by Lynniechan @ 11:28 PM EST [Link]
2 hours I'll never get back
I just drove all the fucking way to SuperTarget, shopped for an hour, put a shitload of stuff -- including my dinner of day-old sushi -- on the conveyor belt, and as the Cash Register Lady started to ring up my stuff, I realized in horror that my fucking wallet was sitting right here at home in front of my computer, because I had been online shopping earlier in the day. Embarrassed, I pushed the empty shopping cart back to the rack and slunk out the door.
Fuck me. And I'm still hungry.
Current mood: Fucking pissed
Posted by Lynniechan @ 10:59 PM EST [Link]
Thursday, November 20, 2003
CSOTD (Cool site of the day)
News-images.com, a site of thumbnails of photos from news of the day, which link to actual stories.
Current mood: Bored
Posted by Lynniechan @ 10:59 PM EST [Link]
Monday, November 17, 2003
Sabbatical
I'm taking a break from this blog for a while. Motivation to share my thoughts with the world has bottomed out. Lately, I've felt like putting my thoughts in a small lock box and closing the lid, maybe showing the box to someone close to me over dinner as opposed to leaving it out and open for everyone to peek inside when they want.
It isn't because of any one incident or misunderstanding. It's just a cyclic, general feeling of melancholy in which my energy and interest level in things are low, and I want to keep to myself and a few very close friends.
I can't say when I'll be back blogging; I only know I will. I could blog my heart out tomorrow, or it could be months. It just depends on how strongly I feel about what I have to say and whether I think it's worth sharing.
I'll continue to post amusing links as I come across them, update the wish list and update the photo galleries.
Current mood: Pensive
Posted by Lynniechan @ 11:48 PM EST [Link]
Friday, November 14, 2003
Nails on a chalkboard
Least-favorite butchered pronounciation of my name: "aun-DRAY-uh."
Current mood: Blank
Posted by Lynniechan @ 06:45 PM EST [Link]
Spreading thin
Added: Link to online wish list
Added: Link to Head of the Chattahoochee 2003 photo albumCurrent mood: Dead
Current music: Intermix | AnguishPosted by Lynniechan @ 01:15 AM EST [Link]
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
E
I have a few thoughts I'd like to write about, but I'm desperately trying to drum up some energy to jot it all down.
Current mood: Beaten
Posted by Lynniechan @ 07:07 PM EST [Link]
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Everything that has a beginning has a video game
Just got back from seeing The Matrix Revolutions, and I didn't think it was bad at all. Critics have been calling it rather mediocre, especially when compared with the first Matrix movie. But this one pretty much made up for all of the bad dialog and metaphysical mumbo-jumbo that bogged down the second one. Yeah, the bad dialog continued, but at least it was limited to a few characters and conversations in order to squeeze in more fight scenes and lotsa bad guys getting shot at.
But I have some plot nitpicking to get off my chest because hey, I can. So if you plan to see the movie and don't want to be spoiled, don't go to the entry's archive page by clicking here.
When the evil machine Sentinels (aside to co-workers: maybe it's no coincidence they're called that) started to invade Zion and the humans opened fire, I had to chuckle when my friend said: "Hey, it's Galaga." (Aside to DB: The link to KLOV is a shoutout to you.)
Current mood: Wired
Current music: Intermix | ProcessPosted by Lynniechan @ 01:35 AM EST [Link]
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
Two steps forward
My baby girl is sick again. She's had a relapse of her previous health problems and has been lethargic and distant. We took her to the vet today, and we were encouraged to hear that steroid medication they'd given her last time should help her again. I hope she's herself within the next couple of days -- my fingers are getting chewed up trying to force her to eat.
Current mood: Concerned
Current music: Jurassic 5 | ContactPosted by Lynniechan @ 11:39 AM EST [Link]
Show's over, folks
I'm back from the Hooch and have returned to the daily grind. I was in two races during the weekend, an eights event and a four. We won the eights race handily, but unfortunately, my four came in eighth of 12 boats. I hated to end a long day of racing on such a sour note.
My four was doomed from the start. The coach had busted up the members of the eight into two boats of four by taking the four biggest and strongest people for the "A" four and the other smaller, shorter rowers for the "B" four. I was put in the B four. In putting the tallest and strongest people in one four, the coach did the right thing. He did what he had to do to ensure that ORC as a club would have a shot in the event. And, as it turned out, the big ORC boat won the event, to everyone's amazement.
However, he shouldn't have taken the leftovers and formed a second four. He should have just made the one good four and left it at that. The B four was destined for failure from the start, and I wish he'd have saved us the embarrassment and apprehension. We had only one practice together, a very inexperienced coxswain who steered us all over the course and technical problems with the boat itself. I considered it a success that none of us got hurt or crabbed or cried of embarrassment. I'd never been so happy to see the finish line.
On the bright side, the eights race was one of the best we've ever had. It was nearly flawless, surprising us all, since our practices together had been shaky.
In the meantime, the women's crew Web site I'd been asked to set up is online. Keep in mind that it's just barely online, and I realize it's spartan and plain. But I wanted to get the mechanics up and running. It's hosted at ORC's Web hosting company but it's basically a Blogger blog, mainly because I wanted several people to have Web-based access to post announcements without having to know HTML or how to FTP. And it looks like crap in any browser but Safari (groan).
Current mood: Mellow
Current music: Chimera | Destination UnknownPosted by Lynniechan @ 11:30 AM EST [Link]
Note to self
Baby
Life's what you make it
Can't escape it
Baby
Yesterday's favorite
Don't you hate it?
Everything's all right
Life's what you make it
Everything's all rightBaby
Life's what you make it
Don't backdate it
Baby
Don't try to shake it
Beauty is naked
Everything's all right
Life's what you make it
Everything's all right
What you make itBaby
Life's what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday's faded
Nothing can change it
Baby
Life's what you make it
Everything's all right
Life's what you make it
Everything's all rightCurrent mood: Relieved
Posted by Lynniechan @ 11:04 AM EST [Link]