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you will note that i suck at flexing. like suck at it. when i was swimming we used to have these little bodybuilding competitions where we would all pose and i just couldn't get my muscles to flex. my muscles need to be in use to properly show themselves off, they've never really been into this idea of bragging for no reason. [we also did biking, running, medicine ball tossing, rope climbing, circuit training, weights, water polo, stairs, wrestling and elementary boxing... and that's off the top of my head]

toss them at a climbing wall or a sledgehammer or whatever and they'll pop like mad though :) [or doing weights with my client tonight, damm i was all impressed with my shoulders]

i think that sums me up a lot too actually. when i'm in repose and i have a chance to think and be alone i'll get maudlin and sad or introspective but if you keep me busy and my brain working it stays all sparkly and shiny. of course one of my favourite things is to get filthy dirty and not go near soap and water for days on end...

oh man i am the metaphor queen these days. it seems like i'm doing it whether i mean to or not. hell i made an entire post that turned out to be hugely uh... metaphorical without even realising it. later i realised what some people were thinking and i almost peed my pants i was laughing so hard.

anyway... there's my biceps.


dzer? you're welcome :)
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eliana!

wow... couple things.
1. hcg has excellent taste in jazz singers
2. jack johnson rules and that bubble toes song kills me

1. just got back from the montreal bistro where genevieve was singing and eliana sat in on a song. i was there for a couple of reasons.

hcg has been bugging me to see this show for like weeks. informing me that i'll love this woman and i have to go see her and since it's at the montreal bistro i'm willing to buy it... but, it's on a tuesday and noone wants to come with. (he and othercat are working, md lost her cell and hubris wasn't home) and i'm like 'nahhh, i'll just stay home and blog' and then this morning i get an email from eliana (who has taken several of my pilates classes) informing me that she's sitting in with genevieve tonight.

and i'm like 'okay universe i'm sort of getting the hint' so i think maybe i'll go or maybe not cause i have to work in the morning and then i get home around 5 and there's the funniest message on my machine which i SO wish i had written down before i deleted it.... but it was something like

"this is a last minute warning
the show tonight will be awesome
you should go
you've been warned" *click*

and i just started laughing. and i went. dudes it was great. those chicks can sing and the bass player? she was totally hubris' type actually. all defiant looking with crazy hair doing something she loved. anyway she was rocking the stand up bass and i wanted to dance so badly. so badly.

eliana got up for a song and they did this lalala thing (such a bad description) and then they did a song in english and portuguese that i think it called 'lovely' and i was so impressed. especially the bits they did in tandem. those girls should sing together more.

and?

they make each other more beautiful! how is that possible? genevieve is lovely with her pale skin and her red hair and her whisky voice... and then eliana is this long tall latin beauty with these flowing wavy black locks of hair. (clearly i know one of the two better *grin*)

oh wow such a lovely image on the stage tonight. two different worlds blending perfectly.

look it's another metaphor *grin*

i think i speak in parables sometimes... just ... sassinak style.


2. this bubble toes tune. it's fucking killing me yo. i don't even really get why but it hits me hard. i must go purchase more of his CDs (and about 47 others) before i wear this one out. oh crap.

oh crap

i REFUSE to replace cable with music.

shit.

all these years of not cd shopping wasted. i've gone and turned into a music snot AND i need to buy zillions of CDs. these people were talking two tables away at the gig tonight and i was doing the turn and stare. [translation for the non canadian. canadians are REALLY good at passive aggression... so if you're talking in the library we'll stare at you and eventually you like die of mortification and shut up... OR someone gives in and goes over to shush you. that's a last resort of course]

talking at a gig and i'm enraged.

this is so funny when i think about my gasworks days. the loudest rock bar ever and we would shout over the music. *lmao*

there are SO many memories in that last paragraph i'm not sure i could even pick one... but KL was there for most of them :)

so yeah. i get a CD that i love and i listen to it like 30 times and then i go to the next one and if i like that one i switch back and forth for a bit with the new one in heavier rotation. currently i have SUCH a pile of unsorted CDs that i have to deal with and listen to. it's uh getting out of hand.

and?

yeah i'm doing the turn and stare because people are talking.

clearly i'm a groan up now *snicker*


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ps hi mom... i turned on anonymous commenting for you and princess valium...