snagged from : “When you read this you’re tagged (if, you know. you want.). Take a picture of you in your current state, no changing your clothes or quickly putting on makeup. NO PHOTOSHOP. Show your F-List the real you!” Not, mind you, that an unphotoshopped photo is any more me–the light is worse in the photo than it is in real life, for example–than a ‘shopped one is, but whatever. Me this evening, anyway. :) And Young Indiana, not this evening, but you don’t care, do you. :) Shout…
so annoying!
I went and bought some jeans and a few other things today, all except one of which I decided I would be hopeful about guessing the correct size but try them on at home and have to return them if they didn’t fit, because I thought that would be easier than manuevering Young Indiana around a dressing room. I carefully checked all the items’ tags against what the hangers said, because the shops are notorious for putting the wrong size item on the wrong hanger. The one thing I did…
other things
I’ve been doing my Pilates for about … a month? Six weeks? Now. I can’t quite remember, obviously. Doesn’t matter. My core muscles are distinctly stronger than they were. I don’t find Pilates makes me thinner–I can’t do a long enough workout to really get calorie-burning going–but really in very little time I do find it strengthens the ol’ core. I *have* done an initial “Pilates for Normal People” video. I just sort of figure I need to do two others–one a talking head thing to explain what I’m doing…
Walker Papers are a go!
I am exceedingly pleased to announce that the final three books of the Walker Papers are a go. Book six, SPIRIT DANCES (which is already written) will be out in April 2011. Book seven, RAVEN CALLS, will tentatively be out in February 2012, with books 8 & 9 coming out…*handwaves* After that. :) Yay! *does a little dance*!
Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Ted and I just finished watching Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles, which my friend referred to a while back as being the best SF show nobody was watching. He was totally right, too. It started off fine (with the single flaw of having Lena Headey do pull-ups she clearly was not really doing, which bugged me out of proportion to its five second screen time) and by the end of the second season, as John Connor was growing up and becoming John Connor, Hero Of The Revolution, it was *really…