So Tai Chi came and went. We learned two moves, both of which were pretty easy. One required no foot movement at all (always a good thing) and the other was basically a deep knee bend with a few extra bits. Of course, my legs now KILL from deep knee bending over and over again. The deep knee bend move is called "carrying the tiger to the mountain." I asked then, as I ask now: what kind of idiot carries a tiger any place? A guy with sore legs, that's who.
Oh, and to rebutt a popular misconception here at the (not really that) exciting world of Mike: I am not spazzy arm guy. I'm quite cool with the fact that I'm not the most coordinated cat in the land, but arm-guy is truly something else. I am completely serious when I say that this man just out and out flails his arms - up and down, side to side. I'm wondering if he'll ever just start flying.
A reasonably good day in Otterburne. Only had one class and the students wrote an inclass assignment (I've hesitating calling it a midterm, but, honestly, that's what it is) so I had to amuse myself for an hour and a half while they wrote. I spun around on my chair, found a bag of suckers under the desk, I watched the students' funny faces and I replied to various blogs. I was planning on doing some more responding/posting of my own, but the keyboard was kind of clicky. Afterwards I had a good conversation with a few people, and then came home early and voted. I ACTUALLY voted. It is a red letter day.
And finally, there will be no sexy, cute or sassy photos of Mike published on this blog or any other blog for that matter. No such pictures exist. Any reference to such photographs should be ignored.
That is all.
44 comments:
Three things:
1) How awesome would it be if I could comment on your blog WHILE in class with you? Pretty friggin awesome.
2) I want to see these pictures
3) If I don't see any pictures of you on here within a week of this comment then I'm bringing a camera to class and we're having a photoshoot.
wow, he pretty much ingored everything you said in that last paragraph...
umm...I think you probably ARE the most coordinated cat in the land.
INGORED!!!
obviously that's supposed to be 'ignored'.
i hate typing too fast for my fingers.
i've experienced ingored before...not much fun...
Ingored? Ignored? I'm used to it.
Hello, this is Reb's Laura. I'm just checking out her friends' blogs so don't be alarmed, I'm a fun person. You are super, Mike, because you just quoted some Leonard Cohen AND you like the Beta Band. We could probably have a great musical-snobbery talk.
I hate being ignored. I'm fairly neutral about being ingored.
And you love the Decemberists! Be still my proverbial heart!
Yes, I'm lurking.
proverbial? are you implying that you don't literally have a heart?
the things I don't know about you, laura....
Yes, I'm implying that.
Crap, I just negated all my good words from last night.
Did she imply that? Or did you infer it?
I think that to be ingored is to be wounded so grievously as to have your internals gored (as opposed to merely your skin and muscle, where ordinary gorings occur).
Someone tell her he is married before this gets awkward.
Dude, I know he's married. I pursue awkwardness anyway.
Now I'm in love.
I love Leonard Cohen. by the way. I feel that you should know that.
dave, you're from kelowna?? nice. i also hail from BC
How the heck did you figure that out? Do I have a stalker? I don't hate it.
Yea, I'm from Kelowna. I was born in Chilliwack and lived on Vancouver Island for 9 years as well. Whereabouts in B.C are you from? Also, please tell me your top 3 reasons of why B.C is better then Manitoba.
Apparently, from what I've heard of Dave (yeah I know about you-I didn't before, but Cheryl has enlightened me), he excessively pursues awkward situations so I think it's pretty much meant to be between Dave and Laura.
Tom, you know what I love about you? When you remember random jokes and manage to fit them into completely different situations. You do that alot and I like it.
Laura, I've met you, you're not a whore. I'm afraid you gave Dave the wrong impression with the whole coming on to married Mike and name thing.
was I there for the gored joke? I don't remember it.
I feel as though there is an incessant amount of lurking/stalking/awkwardness going on in Mike's blog.
I'm just sayin is all
Exactly what I was thinking Rozzz!
However, there is one potential problem with a Dave and Laura relationship; I'm allergic to STD's and "Laur-whore" doesn't exactly say "disease free" to me.
But Roz, get Cheryl to show you the dang pics I sent her.
Peril, I'm confused by your comment. Are you saying because she came on to Mike and her name says "whore" that that is why I said I was in love with her?
If so... that is kind of mean... and AWESOME!
I'm impressed if that was the joke.
It was not the joke, sorry to disappoint.
Also, I think I've met you Laura, Rebs cousin right??? If not, you could very well be a whore, and then I'd be wrong to say otherwise. I'd probably call you a prostitute though, ya know to be politically correct. It's probably too late right now for me to be posting.
Um, Roz did not want to see those pictures, I tried, she knows which ones they are and doesn't need to see them.
Aww, Roslyn... *blush*
Cheryl the joke was about implication versus inference. Ask Rebekah sometime. The definition of ingoring was a completely new lame joke by me. I wouldn't have tried, but that seemed like the only possible definition and I couldn't stand everyone ingoring that fact.
Do lots of people call you Peril now?? That's pretty awesome...
Can you guys remember who first said that? I'm trying to play it back in my head but I've got a discontinuity right at that moment
I'm pretty positive it was me.
because I am awesome.
Only possible definition??
What about if you swallow something sharp and it gores you from the inside – out? I think that’s a fairly plausible definition for ‘ingored’.
(by the way: Haha....)
Re: Dave sending Cheryl pictures. We need to amend the definition of creepy.
Just saying.
Rebekah I think that the scenario you're presenting falls under the umbrella of the definition I originally posed.
i disagree.
Yeah, don't worry Mike, Dave has officially out-creeped you...you and Tom put together!
Dave, I have actually seen those pictures. After all I AM in them.
Cheryl I can't believe you didn't get that Dave and Laura joke, I thought it was funny because just the other day Cheryl was telling/trying to explain to me why Dave was being so creepy and she said that he just really likes awkward situations. He said he was in love with Laura because she pursues awkwardness
Roz, are you telling me you don't want to take a walk down memory lane everyonce in a while? Those pictures are pretty much the greatest thing in the world.
I like how you got the joke and Cheryl didn't, you might be able to surpass Cheryl as my bestest best internet friend. Also, you have an open invitation to come over to the apartment whenever you want. Just so you know
i heard you almost did once, that would have been amazing. The epitome of awkward, wow, I would have loved it.
i'll bet almost anything dave and i were born in the same hospital...
bc is not better than manitoba, other than the fact that it's green, has oceans, and has people.
manitoba is far more great. it has vast expanses of flat land, sunny and snowy days all at the same time, and tonnes of scarf days.
are you at booth or prov?
ps - it only took a click or two of the mouse to find your profile/blog. i'm really not all that sneaky. i try, but i'm really not.
I just talked to my mommy and she said I was born in Chilliwack General. She also said that there was only like two rooms babies were born in so chances are we were born in the same room. We're basically best friends.
Manitoba is only good for the two weeks of fall. After and before that it smells like garbage
Aaaaand I go to Booth
Smells like garbage eh? Whoa this blog was confusing for awhile because I thought that Abby was Abra, because she also lives in BC and used to live here, but I don't think Abra ever comes to this blog (sorry Mike)
Dave, memory lane smells like garbage.
I don't recall ever almost coming to your apartment! Some one's been feeding you lies! LIES! I was in the building once visiting some one else on a completely unrelated matter, but I had no intentions of going to your place. Nothing personal, 'preciate the invitation though
Dude, some scary shit just transpired here while my computer wasn't working and I was away.
I don't even know who this Dave feller is!! Zoz, shame on you!! And no, I'm not a whore, but I agree that it produces a frightening mental picture. I usually give people the wrong impression...it's just not generally that one.
I'm not going to say anything about the 'disease' comment.
Leonard Cohen is one of those people who if you don't like, you don't deserve to live. Same goes for Elton John, Cash, Ben Folds, and Styx.
I agree with Dexter's definition of 'ingored'...not only plausible but downright logical. And y'know how I feel about logic right now.
Oh, so much to respond to.
Laura, Yes, some scary shit has indeed gone down. And you had me up until Styx. Domo arigato, Mr Roboto.
I'm assuming that Rebs = Dexter. Correct me if I'm wrong. So many names. I'm having difficulty keeping them all straight. As apparently is true for Roz.
Roz: Abby and Abra are different people. Abra has commented at least once. She told me how awesome I am. You regularly call me creepy and insult me. Therefore I maylike Abra better than I like you. Abby currently resides in Winnipeg, but comes from British Columbia.
Dave: Certain areas of Winnipeg do smell of grabage. Remember though, you live downtown. Downtown has the most promient garbage stink. Although the river is no bouquet of flowers.
Now, everyone play nicely.
abra is coming here... in december. so you can meet her then and judge for yourself! she's probably less inept at understanding stuff than zoz is.
unfortunately, I am 'dexter' to some. few are allowed this privilege.
i love downtown and it's prominent garbagy aroma. just so's y'know.
Aw, as if you don't love Styx, Mike. Mr Roboto indeed.
Rebekah=Rebs=Bexter=Dexter=Dextrose
Pretty much it never ends.
Roz: Party at my place on the 7th, think about it!
Laura: Don't worry about who I am, just go with it.
Mike: Downtown is the best of the worst. I'm within walking distance of Portage, The Exchange, Osborne, The Forks, and that smelly river. The rest of Winnipeg might not smell like garbage, but it looks like it, that is for sure.
Also, Styx? What is this girl thinking?
Aaaaand does anyone know if me and this chick were born in the same hospital or what? The suspense is KILLING me.
do you actually know of any other hospital in chwk? i sure don't. we were indeed both born in that one.
my part of the city (south end) looks pretty, especially at night when it snows.
roz sounds like a more normal name than zoz does.
there're a lot of comments on this post. i really wanted to be #37, but i missed the boat.
You guys are weird and need to be introduced to Chris Kehler. People who don't like Styx are kind of dumb.
Mike I think you're awesome. Please like me again? (I won't call you creepy anymore)
I'm glad that dexter thing has been explained because that has been confusing me for AWHILE. And on various different blogs.
Just for further clarification. My name is Roslyn but I'm also known as Roz and Zoz. And Rebekah is also known as Zeb or I guess Dexter. Oh and Jonathan is jpunk
All right, Roz. You are awesome too. You are liked.
haha #37....
dave was the lucky lucky winner there.
abby...I disagree. 'zoz' is a perfectly respectable name.
when I call her 'ziz' on the other hand, we start to get into the Territory of Weird
FOURTY-FOUR!
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