I wonder how it is as a mixer. . . ?

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[fiction] Quagmire

We'd spent several more unpleasant than usual days slogging through territory that couldn't make up its mind if it was going to sink into the ocean, choke everything with greenery, or just try and kill us with moist heat, and ended up doing all three.  On the bright side, we weren't harried by Sentinels, or whatever the local constabulary was called, probably because nobody was foolish enough to try and live there.  We'd spent a vigorous afternoon debating if it was merely an oppressive marsh, an authentic swamp, or a full-fledged quagmire, and decided it was definitively swamplike with marshy tendencies, and had quagmire potential after a hard rain and the introduction of some motivated and hostile locals.

By the second day, everyone had mud in their boots, and the steady trudging squelch of our progress wasn't fit to inspire terror in a basket of rabbits.  Which, conveniently enough, made them easy to catch, skin and eat.  If you liked mud-flavored rabbit, it was heavenly.

I think Sven liked mud-flavored rabbit, and was only complaining to throw off suspicion.  Fucking ninjas

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Okay, who wants to suggest the next word?  First suggestion today gets written tomorrow.

Update [weight]

CW: Open to debate, depending on which scale is to be believed. I'm either a slightly trim 174, or a bulked-up 182. I know I didn't lose eight pounds driving home from the gym. . .
SW: 183 (at least according to the home scale)
GW: 165? 33" waistline, anyway. Four inches to go. . .

In addition to the weightlifting regimen, I've been going to a spinning class (RPM at Lifstyles Fitness) two or three times a week for the last couple of weeks, and it's been one of those "Tell me something I didn't already know" situations. I sweat. A lot. Blergh.

The upside is that it's enjoyable, I've made friends at the class, and the music isn't awful. I've even gotten K to give it a whirl (so to speak), because it's both a kick-your-ass workout, and not something you need to compete with anyone else to do.

And, surprising absolutely nobody, I respond well to cute female instructors in spandex. ;-)

Saturday will be a 5k charity walk (feel free to sponsor me!) followed by yardwork.

critus pwns

Because he's so fucking charming, he not only has a lot of great friends, he's raised a great kid who happens to engender the kind of goodwill displayed here, which translates into good things happening here.

You get to thank Krys for introducing me to you, and I get to say exactly the same thing, man.

Grilled by anngwish42

1. When you met K, did you get hit by the Infatuation Anvil on the spot, or did you two sort of gradually grow on each other?

Definitely the gradual kind of thing.  There were a lot of factors involved, both overt and subtle, but it was a very non-immediate kindling.

2. Seriously, do you think we'd ever have gotten to talking one-on-one if I hadn't made that post on CorpGoth about how I couldn't fit into button-down shirts?

Probably, but that was certainly an effective kick-starting mechanism. *g*

3. What is your all-time favorite get-your-ass-on-the-dance-floor song to hear in a club?

"Turning Japanese" by The Tubes, "Codeine, Glue, and You" by Chemlab, or "Pistolero" by Juno Reactor

4. If you'd been born, say, a century earlier than you were, what do you think you would have ended up doing with your life?

Dying of some easily-cured disease brought on by hard living, most likely.  I can't see myself being Robert Frost or H.P. Lovecraft, nor Henry Ford.  I'd have lived and died as an anonymous drone who might have been recognized at both the pubs and libraries of his town.

5. What person in your life (real or virtual) secretly or not-so-secretly makes you feel inadequate in some arena or another?

deviathan and thewronghands.  Other than being a guy, they do just about anything I have done, but better, as well as a bunch of things I haven't.