Things I do not like...

I believe this is supposed to look sexy.  Anyone who knows me knows that I place this in the same category as a bunch of guys standing around in dirty overalls, or a bunch of overweight guys wearing multi-colored Zubaz.  The boots don't help at all.

One Fourth

I don't think I've ever stated it, but when I was at my heaviest I was 285 pounds.  Shoes off.  Just before 2011 I decided to lose weight.  A lot of weight.  I blogged before that I plateaued for a while, and just before the accident I was refocused on starting the downward trend again.  The afternoon before my accident I'd been out geocaching in the heat near work.  I bumped into two local cachers, ASL Girl and Found Unicorn.  They were on their way out of the loop.  I was on my way in.  But we intersected on a difficult cache that wasn't at ground zero and required several sets of eyes.  I was a sweaty mess by the time I got done looking for the caches around the small pond/lake, particularly after I'd crawled under the local bridge for an hour with no luck (I think I walked for closer to 2.5 hours).

While the accident interrupted my ability to exercise, being in a coma for a while achieved pretty much the same thing.  So I'm at my lowest weight since my freshman year of college.  Between 208 and 210 depending on the clinic scale.  75 pounds.  I officially lost one fourth of me, despite having a new chunk of metal in my hip.  That has to weigh more than bone, right?  And the bone is growing back, so that just makes it extra.

I'm supposed to be back on my feet around the 25th of June at which point, if I can't ride an upright bike, I suspect I'll find a recumbent to buy or rent just so I have some way to exercise.  My original goal for this year was to get past the plateau at 220-225 and get down to 200.  So despite people telling me I look thin after the accident, it's still 8-10 pounds heavier than my goal.  200 is a nice weight.  Round number.  15 pounds heavier than high school.  But I don't spend 4 hours a day playing tennis and basketball and running for an hour now, so I have no delusions about going that low.  Not to mention, I don't want to chance it that I'd be the right size to fit into my old gray jeans jacket with matching gray jeans should they still be stored away somewhere.  That would be a serious fashion faux pas.

Peculiar Fashion Choice

When I dropped Eryn off for camp at the Minneapolis Institute of Art on Tuesday, there was this guy standing outside as I left that had on a white shirt, overalls, and a severe bowl haircut, with everything below the bowl shaved tight. It immediately brought to mind Ben Stiller in Tropic Thunder as Simple Jack. I found a picture of Simple Jack just to be sure I was remembering it correctly, and except for having slightly darker hair, this is how the guy was dressed, and this was his hairstyle.

Based on his location, I wonder if they're doing Simple Jack as a play for the Children's Theater in 2011.

Given the whole "full retard" controversy this created when the movie was out, this is a bold move by the CTC. I hope they know what they're doing.

Tropic Thunder : Film Clip - Nobody Goes Full Retard - watch more funny videos

Ankle-Strap Wedgie

I don't have much to scribble because I just got done with four pages of writing and that sort of used up my productivity for the evening, but I offer this Google pictorial of an Ankle Strap Wedge and Flickr pictorial of the same, because being a male of the sort completely uninterested in fashion, I had no idea what the hell Harlan Ellison was talking about when I began reading his story "Miss Ankle-Strap Wedgie". You can only imagine my disappointment to discover it was a shoe, and that the story was in the Nebula 2007 collection when it had absolutely nothing to do with science fiction.

On a more disturbing note, here's a wonderful story from the Southern Poverty Law Center just because I don't feel like keeping it to myself. That's right, someone(s) in Idaho vandalized an Anne Frank memorial not once, but twice. Even if you don't believe in the Holocaust, what's the sense in vandalizing community property, and in vandalizing a statue dedicated to a little girl? Hate. It's just hate. Some days it seems to drive an awful lot of things in the world.

"[ID] Anne Frank Memorial Vandalized - The Olympian / May 21, 2007
A memorial to Holocaust victim Anne Frank was toppled and damaged by vandals two months after being plastered with neo-Nazi stickers."