Today I ran for one point something kilometers without stopping.
I'm not sure theres ever been a time in my life where I've been able to do that, or even done it by accident.
Oddly enough the longest running....longest running memory I have is doing the 800m in primary school. After finishing somewhere near-to-last I had to go behind the groundskeepers shed on the oval to do something in between crying and throwing up.
So that was an encouraging start to my first run for the week. My goal for the moment is to be Alex, running up and down the riverside walk while Snapchatting NEW AND IMPROVED MR NO-DAYS-OFF to everyone.
I just made this in photoshop for something unrelated and I dig it.
Dads got me editing a some pictures of a grandfather I never met. He looks like a rad dude, but theres only a couple of photos of him in existence;
and even then, several decades after hes gone, a grandson hes never met is staring him right in the face using technology unimagineable to tidy up said photo and share it with the whole world.
and so, extrapolating on this, anyone young enough to have a facebook page and a cameraphone is pretty much going to be immortal
the success of a given green screen appears to be directly proportional to how seriously you take it. AND. after the 2 hours it took to put this together last week, i'm left with a permanent hangover of Backlight Analysis for every bit of greenscreened footage I see.
backlights are important because they highlight how much your fucking hair is thinning
death is certain. technically its my birthday today.
The universal piece of advice I got when I told people I've been running is that I should buy some running shoes. For running.
So today after work I went to the Big Shoe Shoppe for some TRAINERS BY THE TRUCKLOAD TRAINERS BY THE TONNE
If you've never been to Athletes Foot (y'all knew I was talking about Athletes Foot right?), their business model is that they evaluate the foot/gait/idiotic walking style of everyone that comes in and then select a hideous shoe to meet their needs. So I stormed in wearing my Onitsuka Tigers with scorched inside ankles from EXTREME MOTORBIKE EXHAUST TEMPS and say "Hey bro I need special shoes because I'm an Athlete!!!!"
So old mate puts me on this weight sensitive catwalk with a webcam attached and tells me to walk. Then he swings a little monitor over to me with a bunch of animated gif's of graphs and unrelated infographics dancing around in a technological manner and says I walk a bit funny ha-ha, then produces some shoes that look like they were made from rhythmic gymnastic leotards from the 1988 Olympics.
But its not enough to try them on, they're running shoes after all. So he puts one of each on my feet and tells me to test them out by jogging around outside. "Outside" being the food-court in the Wintergarden. So caught up in the sales experience, next minute I'm literally running through the Wintergarden food court with opposing shoes, dodging attractive people lining up for Valentines day romantic dinners, trying to establish which of these featherweight foamy-soled sneakers supports my in-step the most. I felt like a right fucken idiot, because I was.
I couldn't tell the difference between two shoes that felt like alternate thesaurus results for the word "supportive" and so I asked the price of each. He told me, then I asked for some more shoes that cost roughly half as much. I tried those ones on and they were were noteably rubbish. It all got too much so I bounced out of there like a nerd. I'll probably go back and drop cash on the nice shoes, because Michelle says the insane price they gave me is kinda par for the course. But for that cash though I hope I can get a colour scheme other than "2001 Advent*jah poster"
But yeah its Valentines Day. Me and the bird threw some home-made pizzas on the BBQ, drank a bunch of stuff and watched some kid wipe out in the figureskating in super slow motion. Mint.
Peep these fucken crows that were hanging out at lunch today;
"...they're shopping centre give me ur wallet shoes"
SHOPPING CENTRE GIVE ME YOUR WALLET SHOES
Phonedump for you dickheads
Studio work started again on the weekend. There was a homeless dude on our live set who was not part of the subject matter. WHAT IS THIS BOSNIA
I signed up for the gym at work then discovered its way easier just to run around my neighbourhood every couple of days. One of my knees really hurts but I'm pretty sure thats the theory behind fitness. Hurt things then eat protein. My knee is gonna be swoll as fuck next summer. Gonna have that beach knee.
Went to a party last saturday and didnt drink anything. Only ate 1 pizza last week. Brutal regime.
First things first, hats are dumb and should only be worn by literal children.
With that being said, I had a cool fucking hat. I bought it in Japan right outside Tokyo stadium and it instantly became my favourite hat ever.
It fit really well, it was a cool team, and I bought it on a really cool holiday so the hat meant a lot.
Well I lost it a few weeks ago. I pulled an ultimate bonehead move and now its gone. I wasn't even phazed at the time I lost it because I dug that hat so much that I had written down the size/branding/specs etc in my phone so I could replace it if I ever lost it. God damn, Adidas Authentics Pro Collection NPB 60cm Yomiuri Giants. Too easy.
So when I got home from being a bonehead I jumped on the old internet and sure enough, theres my hat. For sale. For like 150 bucks. And they're all sold out. In every size. Everywhere. And it was a limited edition, no re-issues. Your hat is gone. Forever. Thats What You Get. For. Being. A. Bonehead. Prick.
Heres a photo of the hat in action, keeping michelles hair out of the sun.
Best hat, and now its gone.
In an act of bare desperation I bought another hat for another team that I dug in Japan. Its a regular old new era and its probably a size-and-a-half too big, but something had to fill the void that the previous hat left me with.
It doesnt really matter how huge/dumb this hat is, I only really wear hats to idly flip them backwards and forwards on my head while I'm playing computer games or waiting for videos to render.
If you see anyone in Brisbane wearing a fucking Yomiuri Giants hat its probably mine and they found it on Newmarket Road somewhere. Link me up, I will pay $$$$/swap for an S13.