When two worlds collide
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 22:41 on 25 April 2005Did I mention I'm a UFC fan? Okay, not really. I'm a closet "Ultimate Fighter" watcher. Or not so closet.
Heh.
Heh.Evan & Dea's wedding cheer
As is normal in the (apparenly Mixed, but not Open or Women's) ultimate community, we cheered Evan and Dea at their wedding reception. To the tune of "Be Our Guest":
You're the bride, you're the groom, All your joy fends off the gloom. From the days back in Rhode Island, Its been never ending smiling. You're the groom, you're the bride, Standing sweetly side-by-side. With no gap in elevation, You're enhancing love's creation. Came out West for P-h-D, Ended with your love degree. And we wish you lots of lovin' With a big bun in the oven! So, now there's no more sin, Let the sex begin! Be our guest! Get undressed. Wow! He's so blessed!
And that dialect would be?
Blog Posted by kitt at 16:51 on 20 April 2005Via Sean Bonner
Damn.
Well, at least I still have my Midwestern draaaaawwwwwwwwllll.
Your Linguistic Profile: |
| 85% General American English |
| 10% Upper Midwestern |
| 5% Yankee |
| 0% Dixie |
| 0% Midwestern |
050419 - WotD: celerity
Book page Posted by kitt at 22:23 on 19 April 2005Today's Word of the Day is celerity.
celerity
Lying here, sick on the couch, I've been watching my Netflix movies as fast as I can. In particular, I'm watching Cold Mountain. The opening sequence of Cold Mountain is at the Siege of Petersburg, Virginia. In reading about why the town of 18000 was sieged in 1864, I learned,-
Unfortunately, after landing on May 4th, 1864, Butler did not move with sufficient celerity to prevent Confederate reinforcements from being gathered from North Carolina, and mid-May found his army solidly corked up in a defensive posture at Bermuda Hundred, having been defeated by Gen. P.G.T. Beauregard at the Battle of Drewry's Bluff on May 16.
- rapidity of motion or action
Sick!
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 19:38 on 19 April 2005I'm sick.
For the last two weeks, Kris was sick. He had some sort of cold/flu/lung congestion, coughing all day/night, with several days in bed, sick days at home. Through it all, I was able to take care of him, no problem. Well, as much as one needs to take care of someone who spends the whole day sleeping.
He managed to heal enough to restart his training for the Wildflower Triathalon, which he, Ben and Kyle are doing in two weeks. And then he overdid it, becoming ill again.
I stayed healthy through it all.
At least until I ran out of apples.
I've been eating a fuji apple a day, with peanut butter, as fujis are in season, they're sweet, crunchy and simply delicious. I'm convinced the nectar of the gods wasn't some mead or other drink, it was apples covered in tasty, tasty peanut butter. Mmmmmmm....
The organic ones are currently on sale for $1.99 a pound at Whole Foods, so I've been buying them by the armful, 20 at a time.
But I ran out last week.
Right about the time I came down with whatever Kris had. Or a reasonable facsimile there of. That was last Sunday. I felt bad on Sunday morning, but went to practice anyway. I managed to do the warmups, run the plyometric drills, play a few points, stand around for a while, then go home. I was tired, feverish and not feeling good at all.
Two days of trying desperately to recover, working slowly from home, and off to try the track workout tonight. Half a mile warmup, ladder drills and I feel like crap. What the fuck was I thinking? High intensity workout with a fever. Hello?
So now I'm back home and feeling horrible: feverish, achy sore, unable to breather, the works. What was I thinking?
Sigh.
(And, no, I don't really think running out of apples was why I got sick. Quite coincidental.)