traffic is amusing

Ever look at the sitemeter stuff for various sites? I tend to tool around just to see... things (Hey, I'm a 31 year old with an IQ you can't count to who deifies The Batman, one of whose titles is "The World's Greatest Detective... c'mon, of course I look at that sort of thing...). For instance, Nic, sorry, "Phoenix", may have a stalker in the Count (vun.... ah ah ah two.... ah ah ah... ). But I digress- I actually get traffic from people looking to find out how to make an omelette. I'm not kidding. How rude a discovery must THAT be?!??!?

I also get random people from, like, Ireland. And random places in the Midwest and CA. But they never have anything to say. Odd...

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS PERSON??? That's a lot of checking my blog without commenting...

IP Address		76.1.144.# (Unknown Organization)
ISP		Unknown ISP
Location		Continent : North America Country : United States (Facts) Lat/Long : 38, -97 (Map)
Language		English (United States)

[Brief Chest-Thumping Interlude]

So, I can call the shoulder fully healed...

Tonight I went to the gym to run my 3.13 miles, and since the machines were taken, I did a little benching. No time to warm up, not sure how many sets I'd get it, I started with my working weight, 225 lbs. This just happens to be the NFL combine bench-press weight.

Now, as an aside, if you're in the gym and you see someone working out and they're struggling without a spot, you step up and spot. You don't ask, you don't talk to them, you just step up and do it. I don't even take out my headphones. So I did that for the guy on the bench next to me, who did 3 reps at 265, and probably was very impressed with himself. Presumably as payback, he stepped behind the bench when I posted the 225. He stepped away at rep 8. I pressed out 16.

That's pretty good. 16 reps at 225? Yeah, pretty good for a 31 y/o attorney.

So, feeling good about myself, I did 3 more sets because the machine was still taken. Then I dropped to 185 and did burn outs. Bring the bar down slow and throw it up as fast as you can. With 185 lbs.

So, as I said, the shoulder is fine...

I'm not really this much of a meathead, but it's the only thing anyone might find fascinating in my life at this point.

You think YOU'VE got it rough?

In case I didn't mention it, and I didn't, PCG and I have been talking again sporadically (yeah, we're both pushovers). Her mom had some big news that required PCG and her brother to get together to meet her. To recap, she's had major clinical depression, an STD scare, a cancer scare, and two boyfriend break-ups that I know of in the last year. At 6:40 am western time I got a call, which meant it was going to be a big one. Last night she found out that her father, who died 15 years ago, wasn't her father. And her brother might not be her brother. And the records about who is her father were destroyed 7 years ago, the Dr. who did the artificial insemination is dead, and her mother destroyed all the records she had. Oh, and that means all the medical history she gave for her experimental lupus treatments is inaccurate, so they may boot her out. And her brain is rotting even being part of the experiment (which is morbidly cool, because not only can I piss her off and she forgets why she's pissed, but also I can tell her the same story over and over and be really interesting). Now THAT'S what I call a BAD DAY!!