“Russia has a choice to make ... No legitimate interest is served when oil and gas become tools of intimidation or blackmail, either by supply manipulation or attempts to monopolize transportation”
—PRICK Cheney, Thursday
“You can't win with these people. You know what all my protesting accomplished in the sixties, at Berkeley? Sixteen scars on my head from a tear-gas canister. We tried to get them to stop the war. They stopped the war when they felt like it. And now all my compatriots are gettin' rich workin' Wall Street, and I can't get my keys out of my mother's car!”
—Mr. Rosso, in Freaks & Geeks, the Bush episode
May 5 , 2006
Win or Lose
time 1:56 P m feeling Dizzy, which makes no sense? wearing mckays shirt music RP reading ??? ready for stickit! next ditch?
Wow, if it isn't our good ol' administration subtly threatening war and making enemies out of friends-or-otherwise yet again. Ohh goody. I cannot WAIT to see how this one ends...well, actually, I can. But the only thing I have to thank Pod for is there IS indeed a two-term limit. I would seriously die if there weren't.
ASSHOLES!
Moving on. Feliz Cinco de Mayo. I'm not sure what to make of this immigration situation, by the way. Sometimes I think I need to join a political roundtable (I HATE that word BTW but I just used it, kill me now) or something so I can logically and calmly discuss these things. Alas I am not so motivated...I mean, I can't even clean up my deathtrap apt (note it is not REALLY a deathtrap, just that my messiNESS has made it so). But I digress.
The thing is, I've long maintained the position that IMNSHO, we should just let anyone on in to this great nation. Seriously. I mean, that's what we're here for, right? A haven for the oppressed? A safety net for the poor, the weak, the restless, etc etc etc? Then again, based on how horribly our current government is interpreting the message and meaning of this country right now, who the hell knows. However, I would like to point out that as early as 5 years ago I was saying this: just let 'em in. It'd be easier that way. Seriously.
BUT what do I know, and now we've got a problem. And again, I really don't know if I can say more here without offending anyone. HOWEVER, having this position, I have a hard time resolving that with current complaints, and it makes me terribly afraid that I am a soon-to-be-ice-cold-heart, instead of bleeding-heart. HAHAHHAAHAH just kidding let's not be ridiculous. But still. You just never know. I just feel like I don't know enough about the situation to pass judgement, yet.
(NOTE TO THE INTERNET: It's RIDICULOUS, *not* REDICULOUS. OK???)
Moving on. Because I don't want to talk about that anymore.
Clearly I am 100% < productive today. I should be smacked. However please note I was here for almost 11 hours yesterday so I am not all that bad, plus Peter refuses to let me help him. I work with a bunch of awesome people, but they're awesome control freaks, too. Ha. It doesn't help that I am one as well though ;).
Another current event I DO have an opinion on: That literature-stealing Kaavya Harvard chick. She can kiss my ass and get her butt back home. Who did she think she was fooling, anyway?!
Isn't this a great entry already, oh help. I know I did have something substantial to say, what was it....
OH!!! The RACE!!! I get it!!! OK so now, I bring you
Crazylegs 2006, from Lexi's POV
Preferatory material: Needless to say, while I am in decent shape I could always stand to improve and am not the most, ah, natural athlete ever born, to put it lightly. So when Jenny suggested we sign up to run Crazylegs together, a 5 mile race, I was concerned. Eventually I gave in, as I ALWAYS do, and come April 28 found myself on the Square in Madison, searching frantically for my sister, having left Jeff ahead at the 'K' starting group (J and I were in 'T', which turned out to be pretty accurate in the end; she ran it in 51 and I did it in 48. Decent but could be better but WCYD right?).
To the joy of everyone we found each other, and before we knew it, we were starting the race.
So. Let me just remind everyone that at that point in my life, the most I had EVER ran at one time was 4 miles. Remember, back in 2001 I considered it a feat when I made it a whole single mile, seeing as I hated running so much (at the time). So then I usually run 3-4 miles 2-3x/week in the good months (uh, April-Oct). Which. Is decent but not amazing. Regardless.
So needless to say I was a bit concerned for this race, because, could I really run 5 miles? Could I do it without walking? Would I collapse and die? Would Satan arise to stop me (hahahaha)? Or whatever.
The race: Jenny and I started out running together, which was a bad idea in the end, even if it was fun, because (a) she threw up after the race and (b) I had to ditch her on the first hill and I felt bad. Oh well WCYD, she understood. We used to run hills a lot when I lived in St. P so I am no stranger to those hillZ.
Eventually, after Alissa and Stef passed me and Jenny and Liz stayed behind, I was alone, which was actually good. I definitely can't talk when I'm running, even though they say you should be able to. Hey, just because I have giant lungs does not mean I am that incredible! Ha.
It was really, really exciting, esp. at the beginning and the end (duh). There were so many people cheering us on and yelling their thanks and appreciation and stuff and it was really awesome! It made me happy to contribute to Badger Athletics, even though Jeff may have rather died, ha. Anyway. There were bells and cheers and yelling and music and crazy fratpeople offering us beer (which, BTW, you do get at the end of the race - hey, I wasn't born in WI for nothing!). It just made me smile the whole way.
Mile 4 was the best part. I was anxiously awaiting that mile because every step I took past that marker would be the farthest I had EVER run, and I was very excited for that. I was also getting very tired which is sad, but that's that. Finally I saw the Mile 4 marker and what do you know, immediately as I passed it there was a small girl cheering by the side of the road who flipped three BHS stepouts in a row for me, renewing my vigor even more. I love her for that!!! AHH gymnastics!
Then, by 4.5 miles, I was behind, again, a woman with a Chico State shirt on. This inspired me, because of the person it reminded me of, of whom you do not all necessarily know. Yes, RL friends and family, this is a reference to an Internet friend. No, RL friends and family, Internet Friend (known here as Waning) is not a creepster. She is a normal 30 year old mom/genius/grad student/person extraordinare that I know but have never met. HAHAHAHAHA everyone be afraid, be VERY afraid, of my INTERNET LIFE. That's that.
Regardless. That last mile was amazing. I felt like shit, obviously, but it was just SOOOO cool and inspiring. I was so proud of myself. And then when I ran into Camp Randall, reality hit. I had done it, and I had ran the whole way!! I felt a shiver and chill much like the one I used to feel marching in for gymnastics meets of days past - something I never thought I would get to feel again - but magnified. It was, to put it simply, INCREDIBLE.
Much like when I learned to skate backwards, this event strangely made me feel unnecessarily good and proud for days after. That sounds dumb but it's true. So maybe I need to do things like this more often. We'll see.
(This is, of course, not taking into acount the fact that post-race Jenny and I basically DIED back at the house, and even into Monday I was sore, which is PATHETIK my dears. Alas, whatevs.)
OK. Jackie is leaving to get her baby looked at, Erik's wife is due soon, Rob is 'out' today, and Salena's working from home. And it's sunny. What does this mean? Time to try to leave. I'll wait for Tom first.
—Lexi