Painfully Funny I couldn't figure out why I had these hard pains in my abdomen this morning when I started exercising. It took a couple of hours for me to remember that I was laughing so hard the day before that I actually hurt myself.
A friend of my father's had lent him a video tape of Billy Connolly's standup.
He did a bit on going to Mexico with his family and telling his kids not to drink the water, only drink from the bottle.
His son drank the bottle and refiiled it from the tap without telling his dad and hilarity insued as the water kept him on the toilet for hours.
The sound effects and facial expressions that accompanied the story had me laughing so hard I wasn't making a sound, could barely breathe, and watched tears run off my face like a fast leaking fawcet.
Never have I experienced this before, so thank you Billy.  ¶ 5:38 p.m. 0 comments

  Double Digits I fear my IQ has dipped below one hundred.
On Saturday Michael was demonstrating his superior skills in the art of baguazhang and managed to land a clean punch to my left temple. It left me disorientated for a few seconds; long enough for an actual opponent to finish me off.
It has been a while since last my brain was rattled and I hope it will be a good while before it happens again.
Ouchy.
Still, the only way to develop real defensive skills is to allow yourself to be attacked on a somewhat regular basis. I just hope I get a lot better real quick.
Can't get dumber, dammit!  ¶ 5:42 p.m. 0 comments

  Handled 'Twas my second session of massage therapy today. It varied from my first session in that the therapists attention was quite concentrated on my hamstrings, calves, and glutes. Apparently I am a tightass.
It was the usual combination of pain and pleasure but in an area where I am not at all used to either.
When she first started working the inner thigh nerves got the better of me and my testicles shot up inside me like two startled squirrels up a tree. After a minute or so I regained my cool and was fine for the rest of the session.
It is just so damn foreign to have someone else's hands on me. I have kept my distance from people for so many years I've made myself skittish. Hopefully by the time I am done with the therapy I'll be more comfortable with the humans.
I will however maintain my high standards as far as the company I keep. I'm not crazy.  ¶ 4:53 p.m. 0 comments

  The Raconteurs Jack White has a new band going by the name The Raconteurs. That's exciting news to me as I am a fan and big supporter of the man.
I listened to the first two releases from them on their fantastic website theraconteurs.com and was pleased with what I heard. Not as hard as I was hoping but still better than most the shit we have to suffer through out there.
When I heard Jack had a new band it got me to thinking who I would team him up with.

Scott's super band:
Jack White - guitar,vocals
Primus' Les Claypool - bass
A resurected John Bohnam - drums
Will Ferrell - cow bell

Yeah  ¶ 12:47 p.m. 0 comments