{"id":591,"date":"2004-04-22T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-23T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=217"},"modified":"2004-04-22T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-04-23T06:00:00","slug":"id-be-happy-to-tell-you-myself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=591","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;d be happy to tell you myself."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, updates and such. Hi!<\/p>\n<p \/>So here&#8217;s my room now. I have to wash the walls and paint, but first I must choose paint. And before that, I have to figure out my lumber needs for my adirondack chairs from the cut list that came with those fancy-pants plans Scotty found me. But every time I even start to think about that, I remember that my last brush with math was like 12 years ago, round about high school. Therefore, Home Depot must wait just a little longer.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align='center'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/myroom.jpg' \/><\/div>\n<p \/>Because the room is the size of the bed with a small surrounding margin, lots of shifting was involved with the de-wallpapering effort. I wanted to scream every time I tried to move that tall shelf in the corner, and couldn&#8217;t figure out why it was so damn heavy. Once I finally got it wedged into its current spot, I realized that maybe it had something to do with the 60lbs in free weights on the shelf. Hmm.<\/p>\n<p \/>So <a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=216'>when the cops came a-callin&#8217;<\/a> the other day, they got to witness the wallpaper-shred mess. The older one peered in and said, &#8220;Um, did the cat get loose in here?&#8221; Dude, if I was in possession of a cat that could strip wallpaper from entire rooms, do you think I&#8217;d not have sold it for vast profit long ago? Hello.<\/p>\n<p \/>Now that it&#8217;s nice outside on a regular basis, much walking is underway. I did Lake Calhoun yesterday and we took G to Lake of the Isles today. It took a full hour to walk 2 miles, but people dig puppies, and wish to treat them like local celebrities. It&#8217;s cool. Also, he&#8217;s no damn good at walking yet and likes to make like he&#8217;s your own personal mobile obstacle course, but if you run with him, he can manage.<\/p>\n<p \/>Besides the walking, I&#8217;ve finally accepted that I&#8217;ve gotten too good at the crosstrainers and need to vary my workout. So today I was a cyclist, even though somehow it feels like cheating when you&#8217;re sitting down. It was fine, but way less effective than the other machine, which is why I started doing that in the first place. Maximum efficiency! I spend waaaay too much time thinking about stuff like that. So I&#8217;m working on fitness zen. It&#8217;s not as easy as it sounds.<\/p>\n<p \/>In other news, I&#8217;ve become a little disenchanted with the internet of late. I know it&#8217;s my choice to tell everyone all the mundane details of my life done up all sensational-like, and I realize there are tradeoffs. It&#8217;s like that telephone game in elementary school, where one person whispers a sentence to the next and so on down the line, until the output is something not dark and evil, but really fucking stupid. Someone should consider doing a case study on the viral nature of unhappiness on the web, because I think it may be about 500% higher than in the rest of human interaction.<\/p>\n<p \/>Anyway, Stephanie and I have a double-date with Luc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, updates and such. Hi! So here&#8217;s my room now. I have to wash the walls and paint, but first I must choose paint. And before that, I have to figure out my lumber needs for my adirondack chairs from the cut list that came with those fancy-pants plans Scotty found me. 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