sometimes I wish...

...that Pingu was a Pinga. Then I could dress her up in pink and glittery stuff, and buy her pink Legos and Hello Kitty and stuff. Just to piss off the so-called "feminists" who are anti-pink and anti-anything girlie. Because they hate being women and femaleness and girlieness so much that they will deny anyone with XX chromosones the right to want to wear pink, be pretty, etc. because misery loves company and all...

Oh wait, or is the real reason why they want to get rid of pink that they will actually have to defend the boys who choose all that pink crap? It's OK for girls to like "boy stuff" but for boys to like "girl stuff"? Is it really OK? Where is the outcry against the tyranny of blue? Think about it...

(One of these days I'll actually dive deeper into this topic.)

By the way, am I the only one who has noticed that the result of the 70s "make everything gender neutral" experiment seems to be a greater than ever division between the sexes?

Eurovision...

I normally do a snarky blog entry for the Eurovision Song Contest, but due to other distractions (Pingu), I decided not to do it this year. It's just as well as this is the worst Eurovision I have ever seen. Usually, Eurovision is "so bad it's good." This year it's all just plain awful...

It's a shame that Dana International didn't make it to the final. I would have SMS voted for Dana International... *sigh*

annoying...

There was this dude at the gym who was lifting up his shirt to check out his "abs" in the mirror. All he had to offer was a round belly, even when sucking it in...

Now why couldn't this have happened when I was 30-something weeks pregnant, so that I could carry out my evil plan? The one where I whip out my pregnant belly and admire it in front of the mirror each time I see some dude lifting up his shirt to check out his abs... *sigh*

stupid calves...

Don't you hate it when a pulled muscle ruins your workout? And the rest of your day? Grrrrrmf!

I did manage to do a set of Tabatas though. I tried to do back and abs exercises after I limped off the treadmill, but my mood was already killed... bah...

I hate daylight savings...

I really need the hour that I have now lost. Because of it, I probably won't be able to take Pingu out in the pram so that he can get some fresh air. I'm off-schedule and in a bad mood because of it. Everything feels so wrong today...

I didn't make it to the gym until noon; I had been hoping to go between 10 and 11. Grrr. I did mostly upper body work and I'm still pathetically weak since I'm only able to do proper strength training once a week. My hips will be screwy for quite some time, or so they say, so no heavy squats for a while. Not sure what to do about the evil legs. I'll figure it out. Not this moment though... *grumble*

Running is getting better. I did some treadmill work yesterday and it felt pretty good. I warmed up for 10 minutes on the elliptical again, and I think next time I can cut that out and warm up on the treadmill, or cut it down to five minutes. We'll see. I was also able to run faster this time. But still too slow for me. Nonetheless, I think I'll be ready for some Tabatas next week. And hopefully in a few weeks it will be possible to run outside. It's starting to get warm enough, but it's rather dirty and nasty - lots of sand and gravel and leftover snow and other crap. It gets windy this time of year and all that crap blows into your eyes and you have to breathe it in too... yuck. They really need to clean up the streets soon...

Pingu is 11 weeks 1 day today, and I hope to get some photos taken since we didn't do anything last weekend. But as mentioned earlier, this daylight savings crap has thrown off the timing of everything... :-(

my name is feitpingvin, and...

...I'm an exercise addict.

Today is my day off. People struggle to go to the gym; I struggled to not go to the gym today. I'm still obsessing about what I wanted to do...

It's Time Magazine's fault for this article about barefoot running. It made me want to test out my Vibram Five Fingers on the treadmill. I didn't get to play with them much last summer, due to an injury. And injuries happen when you don't take breaks like you're supposed to...

Oh, and quite often after Krav Maga training, typically high intensity training for 90 minutes, I get the urge to train some more. Hmm...

I think this is the first time I've been pissy about a scheduled day off though. At least the first time I've been this aware of it...

Chest out, stomach in!

Argh, am I the only one who gets really bothered by people who slouch? What ever happened to good posture? You know, the whole chest out stomach in thing, keep your back straight, blah blah... now all you see are people slumped here and there, curved spine, hunched up shoulders, looking down... what gives?

Ladies, slouching makes you look fat and dumpy. All the fancy clothes and shoes and whatnot in the world won't make you look attractive if you don't have the posture to pull it off. Gentlemen, slouching makes you look like a knuckle-dragging doofus. Especially if you're tall. (What is it with tall guys and extremely poor posture anyway?)

Get your act together already, people! Sheeeesh!

the war on pink

So pink is damaging for girls but blue is not damaging for boys?

I think some of these "commentators" take themselves too seriously. They go on and on as if every single thing out there for every friggin' female is pink. Sheesh...

January sales in December

So there's this so-called financial crisis, and all the stores are having sales now. Yep, in December. Right before Christmas. Supposedly, this will get people to buy more stuff to give as presents or whatever. Just what we all need. More stuff. Yippee...

I have never seen anything like this before, at least not here. Sales are for January, not December. I wonder what's going to happen in January, when it's time for me to hit some of these sales (I recently purged my closet of some winter clothes that are too worn out to wear to work, or use for anything else other than dusting rags for that matter, so I need a few things, unfortunately). Will the clothes I would have bought been already sold out? I really don't have the time, or the desire, to shop now... sheeeesh...

karma is a bear

Bear defends itself against poacher

Just so you get that right. The poacher was the one on the attack. Not the bear.

I also hope that the poacher's injuries are permanent, disabling, and painful. Just so you know how I feel about the matter...