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A New Catch Phrase

THINK TRON!


What do you think?

Rebuild Plan Inspiration

We Will Rebuild Him

Lately I’ve been feeling sluggish. Nowhere has this been more apparent than in Karate.

I’ve never really had all that much endurance to begin with, but lately it seems as if I have lead weights attached to my legs.

So, I started running with Mrs. J. She’s quite good, and is a lot of fun to run with because she has a reasonable pace, and is very positive.

Last night, I went on my own. I was a little worried before I began, because I’ve always had a problem motivating myself to go. I usually rely on an MP3 player to get me through the session, but I sold mine off a little while ago.

It was just me and the rain.

And the run was the best one yet!



All Part of the Plan

Not only have I been physically lazy, but I have been mentally lazy as well.

In our dojo, the mental and the physical work hand in hand. Knowledge of history and philosophy are part of the requirements to become a higher belt.

When I started with this dojo, I created two notebooks in which to take notes on techniques, history and the like. It began to get messy, as the learning is done in chunks. Several points will be revisited and revised as we learn more and more about each technique. Due to the messiness of the editing process, I became discouraged.

I recently started transcribing my notes into the computer. This allows me to edit my entries much more effectively.

The goal is to write a manual so thorough that someone could conceivably pick it up and read it and actually understand part of what I understand.

What do you think about this concept?



Inspiration

I’m very lucky to have so many sources of inspiration from which to draw positive energy.

Mrs J, for one, makes me very proud. Her running ability makes me want to do better.

Dave and I are going to be running a half marathon next year. When we did a 10K a few years ago, he was very supportive, and didn’t complain once at how slow my pace was, or how many times I wanted to stop.

Another friend, Isha, just did a half marathon in the most God-awful heat. But she finished. Other people were being hauled off on stretchers, but she managed to run the whole thing! So awesome.

And then there’s Mama, who turned her critical eye to her own swimming education and is now outracing mermaids.

How can you be friends with these people and not want to improve?

Wish me luck!

Roasted Nincompoop

Rump Roasted

At the risk of appearing to be a geek* I will tell the story about Game Day, and the royal beating my wife gave my ego.

It all started fairly recently. Sometimes on a weekend Mrs. J will do her own thing, leaving me to my own devices.

So what I decided to do was have some friends over to play games on my Nintendo Gamecube.

Now, I can practically hear the eyes rolling in the audience, but let me state my case: It’s a great excuse to get together with friends in the winter (and rainy days), share some food, some beers and just relieve stress without anyone getting hurt**.

This previous gameday saw some new games, some new faces***, and good times in general

Towards the end of the day we started playing Soul Calibur. I’ll openly admit that after Shatton mopped the floor with us in Mortal Kombat: Deception, I was looking for some sweet payback.

So I continued to win, much to the chagrin of my fellow gamers.

Just before the final few guys left, Mrs. J, in an act of mercy, asked one of the boys for a controller, and promptly kicked my ass with her favourite character.

Mrs. Hai-Kuul? Winner.

Jorge? Humbled. Again.



Journey of the Nincompoop

I recently learned a neat fact about the theme song to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It was a fact that I thought no one knew.

I told a few people about it, and they were just as surprised as I was.

One evening, I showed Mrs. J the beginning sequence to the movie…


Jorge: I want you to guess which band wrote this music.
Mrs. J: Okay.
Jorge: Seriously. You’ll never get it
Mrs. J: Umm…
Jorge: I’ll even give you a hint. This song was on their debut album.
Mrs. J: Hmm…
Jorge: If you guess this I will give you a thousand dollars.
Mrs. J: [A few seconds pass.] The Eagles?
Jorge: [Jaw drops.] I don’t believe it.


She guessed the damned thing right off the mark. Thank goodness I decided to do a double-or-nothing bet on the name of the song****. I don’t have that kind of money.




* – Or more appropriately, even more of a geek.
** – At least, not physically.
*** – Old friends. But their first time at Game Day.
**** – Journey of the Sorcerer

Progress – This, That and the Others

This

So far, things are going according to plan regarding the translation of the Spaces version of Barking Space to the WordPress version.

The challenge is the sheer volume, mostly of the haiku entries. Not to mention that in November the server that hosted my images took a tumble, leaving most of the articles that had pictures without images.

So now it’s all about uploading those images again. But before I do that, I have to find them and format them.



That

The Figtography Blog seems to be a success. Quite a number of visitors have been to the site, and there are a number of comments.

If you haven’t gone already, I encourage you to go.

One warning I have to give you is that the photos are all posted by date. So it may appear that none have been added recently.

I apologize for making people do work to look at my images. That was never my intention when I started time-stamping everything.



The Others

Who watched the seaon finale of Lost last night?

I don’t think I have enough pee to properly express my excitement over what transpired in the two hours of the episode.

I know there was a lot of disappointment over season one’s ending. I don’t think that will be the case this time.

Any thoughts? Theories?

Paddy Whacks – The Sequel

Paddy Whacks Addendum

So, I posted this article a few days ago, encouraging people to chat about funny or silly things I have said or done.

Honestly, that was a great trip down memory lane. I had me some great belly laughs. Since you were all so kind, I thought I would reciprocate by posting some funny pictures of myself growing up.

So without further ado (feel free to click to enlarge)…



Infant


They call me Bill Z. Bub…


Yes. To quote Rodney Dangerfield, when I was born they didn’t slap me. They slapped my mother for having such an ugly child.



Me. Au natural…


Honestly. What photo show would be complete without the one photo that parents will always show your closest friends?



Adolescent


Worst…Cop…Ever…


I really don’t know what I was thinking here. I suppose when you’re a kid, you don’t really think things through. Obviously, cops will never be caught dead wearing shoes like that.

Nor will you see them hiking their pants up in such a manner. At least, not north of Tennesee.



Pride of the Boy Scouts…


By pride I meant embarassment. I don’t know how I ever thought this was cool. I always heard that chicks dig a guy in uniform. Er…



Grown Up


The Beginning of the End…


This was one of the first big pants photos that Dave and I took. The idea was to take a photo of us in a huddle using our feet.

Don’t ask me why.



This picture makes us look far too young…


My wife lovingly took this photo because we reminded her of two childhood friends. Given that we still act like kids once in a while, I suppose that was fair.



The Moment You’ve All Been Waiting For


Never pack too light…


Yes. This is the picture of me drying a pair of underwear over the camp stove, as detailed by Tien in the comments of the last post.

What more really needs to be said?


I hope you all enjoyed my tribute to my own embarassing moments. Have a great long weekend!