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Muahahahaha! The secret project is complete! Got the final steps done this morning, and now it’s all done. And it works, surprisingly enough 
Now all that’s left is the unveiling… One is chuffed with One’s self.
Secret Project Final Straits
The secret project is almost done! And it’s coming out beautifully. Just a little more tweaking, one minor addition and then a little customization and all will be revealed! And goddamn I’ll be glad not to have to keep it a secret any more…. it’s killing me
Gym Addiction
I noticed something about myself the other day. No, not that, I noticed that a long time ago – hard to miss really. But I noticed I’ve become addicted to the gym. I always enjoyed martial arts workouts, but now that I’ve been so regularly pounding away in the gym I find I get cranky if I miss a morning It’s a strange thing for me, but can only signify goodness I guess, as the more I do it the more benefits I’ll get. I think part of it is being able to see some change now, some effect on my muscle tone and weight etc. I do miss sleeping in… although there’s a lot to be said for being up before the child in the morning and getting some peace!
Shiny New Clothes
Went to Black and Blue a martial arts clothing storte on saturday. They have some great clothes, many of which I’d wear regularly if they didn’t look so bad on fat people However I managed to pick up some new training gear etc, so I’m all stocked up for the gym. For once I don’t feel as though it’s a frivolous spend, as I’m actually attending the gym 5 days a week (when not interrupted by work etc) so I was quite happy splurging. Plus their prices have gone down anyways…
New old traditions
B and I had a tradition which kinda follows on from something my own father did with me. When I was little, he used to take me to the pub across the road – the Lion and Lamb, and sit me on the capstone wall out the front (you know, those white painted ones with the black tops). I have a vivid recollection of me drinking a blue can of jolly’s lemonade there once. Well with B and I it’s not quite a trip the the pub, but we walk up to the 7-11 on the corner and buy a milky way if he’s been a good boy during the week. We then walk home again, and B sits on the letter box pillar (it’s built into a section of wall) to consume the chocolaty goodness – partly by osmosis as he squishes it into his face. Unfortunately, since it’s revamp, the 7-11 has ceased carrying milky ways – I know! How wrong is that… I’ll have to find somebody to complain to. However we have a solution – we’ve gotten into kinder eggs instead
Kinder is the perfect solution, as it’s chocolate and a toy, and I get one too hehe. So I get a little toy to add to my menagerie at work and B and I get to have fun making them. Yay for kinder eggs.
The mystery of the reappearing lint
I have a secret power. Well, more of a freak accident of nature really, but that doesn’t sound as good. The hair on my abdomen, just over my solar plexus, is patterned in a strange whorl. My own personal crop circle, if you will. Now this is possibly fairly normal, but it has a peculair trait – it generates lint. No, no I’m not joking. Nor have I gone mad, I just don’t have much of interest to say, and I thought this worth sharing
I had a habit for a while of smoothing the front of my shirt with my hand – it was some unconscious reaction to something or other, but I continually discovered this small lump in the aforementioned area. I had assumed it was a particular tshirt that had “balled” inside (you know – like polar fleece clothes sometimes do when you wash them or they get old…) but I kept forgetting to investigate it properly. I eventually noticed that it seemed to be happening with all of my tshirts, and determined to get to the bottom of the matter.
The next time I noticed this little faerie mound of tshirtness, I delved inside – thrusting my arm quickly down the neck of my shirt, doing it irreperable damage in the meantime, and seized the offending object. A lint ball. Now isn’t that odd, I thought. I disposed of the lint ball (I don’t recall exactly how, but probably through the age old method of turfing it over my shoulder – hey, it’s just lint) and continued about my business. Later that day I noticed the bump again. You can’t be serious, I mused and ferreted out another lint ball, from exactly the same location.
This went on a few times more and eventually in the privacy of my own house, I removed my shirt and peered blearily at my belly. Ultimately, although granted, it took me a while – I linked the mystical lint balls to the whorl pattern of hair on my stomach and finally had my answer.
There is always the possibility that these lint balls are merely the projection into our reality of some ultra-dimensional being, granted access to our existential realm through a portal generated by the pattern on my stomach. Or perhaps the lint is a side effect – a by-product if you will, of the intradimensional passage of a race of beings hereto unknown.
Then again, perhaps it’s just lint. Regardless, I wanted to collect it and see how long it took to fill a jar (which seemed like a perfectly normal pursuit to me) but I have been informed that if I embark upon such a mission I may be forcibly seperated from parts of my anatomy to which I am rather attached. Sigh.
Duh
Went for a walk this morning as R took B to the swimming pool for his lesson. I got to the supermarket all chuffed with myself, and realised I had no cash. More importantly, I now had to abandon the idea of grabbing a nice coffee and sitting for a while before catching the train to make my appointment for the secret project. Me stupid.
We had Big Michael and Sian around last night though, and that was nice. Naughty us had takeaway curry which was lovely but probably not good for the dieting Made up for it somewhat this morning with walkies, meditation and the same sort of breakfast I normally have at work so that’smade me feel a little better.
Giving Lip
Got a lift from R to work this morning, as I overslept and passed out again – must have needed the extra sleep. Anyways, coming down the big road toward work past the docks, a little red car zipped past and something suddenly whacked me in the lower lip. I thought perhaps it was a drop of water or some such – momentarily panicking and checking my beard for guano…. Then I discovered I’d been smacked by a single piece of gravel.
Nothing particularly amazing, just peculiar, so I thought I’d share Really? Well sod off, it’s my blog and I can talk rubbish if I like….
Getting closer
The secret project is nearing completion. Another week or two should see it sorted, which is exciting. Only a couple more things to organise, and one or two more bits to buy and it will all be sorted. I’m looking forward to unveiling the result plus a journal of the work involved on this blog, so stay tuned in the next monthish.