"A hack that uses Google's mapping application to help record distances traveled and calories burned during a running or walking workout."

Well, it doesn't mention biking, but that's what we did.  Jason bought a bike, finally, so hopefully this will be the start of a good habit.  I've been biking on my own (with a non-beach cruiser) since April 23rd, but it's nice to have someone else there for motivation, especially when it's someone who you know will push you to keep going.  There's a calorie counter where you enter your weight, but I don't know (don't want to know) my weight, and I'm not sure how it calculates.  It doesn't account for hills or speed, so ...oh well.

Still... this is AWESOME.  I love maps and stuff like that.  So!  I'm hoping it's correct.  It looks correct.  It also means we went 11.2 miles this morning and 6.3 miles on Friday night... something that my glutes and quads can attest to.    It *also* means that my route to work is just under four miles (2 miles each way), which is nice.

Back in the day I used to walk around my Pennsylvania neighborhood quite a bit.  The month or so before I moved found me awake every morning before 7, then off to walk/jog almost four miles.  I'd come back home, make breakfast, and play the Sims/chat with Jason, and not really do much else.  Mainly I was just waiting for the moving day to get there.  It was fun looking at the route though just now, and remembering why I took a specific way or some of the things that used to be there.

My next goal is my Bird Rock Route/LJ Route, one of the most scenic and peaceful rides ever.  With some hills and everything.

Chart your own course!  
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/

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I'm pretty torn between several people, however a recent present has swayed my decision.

Dirge's work has been a favorite of mine for almost a decade now.  Maybe it's the dead animal factor.  I don't know.  But he is, indeed, very snazzy.  If you haven't seen his Myspace or website yet, do your eyeballs a favor and head on over.

Damn! There's so much good stuff I am having a tough time even posting an example.  Instead of being biased, you're just going to get a picture of his cat.

PS:  You'll notice that either you're behind the times or I merely started this series at Number Eight. 
Go with the former and blame it on me - I have the first seven parts in my MySpace blog, but haven't yet linked 'em up.  You can peruse the archives if you'd like.

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http://www.glubdub.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogsection&id=8&Itemid=10039

Booga and Brody - Collaborative Works In Progress.

Just because this is The Internet, you get the disclaimer.  If your place of employment doesn't care if you surf it at work, then it's probably okay.  There are some nudie bits in the drawings though... but they're just drawings.  

Gahh.  Their work (collectively and separately) is so GOOD.  I love it.  Michelle proves that there's more to life than just drinking your way through the weekend.  If any of you people are in the PA/Ohio area, please go check their stuff out and support it.  

::wayne's world moment::

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...is relished by the wisest men.

drunkbunny's got some newness up.  primarily paintings, but other stuff too.  checka checka.

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It's been a long time (almost a year!) since I've done one of these posts.  So of course my next post will catch you up on the previous six; after that I'd like to make this a weekly posting.

It's high time to mention none other than the fantastic Camille Rose Garcia - who's cool enough to have three first names and use them all in a row.

There's a lot about her work that is inspiring. Drippy. Dark. Candy-coated.  Just go look. 

For further perusal: 
http://www.myspace.com/camillerosegarcia
http://www.camillerosegarcia.com/

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Mine, this morning (0500 to be exact) was the following:  MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW MAOW?  MAOWMAOW!

When you are pulled against your will from your sub-conscious, your brain goes into Kill Mode as soon as you recognize the noise.  Oh Kitty, where aaaaarre youuuu?  There you are.  Why, what's that in your mouth?  OH A MOUSE HOW PLEASANT.

Mister Murderer had successfully caught - and killed - a little mouse very early this morning.  What threw me was that as soon as I stumbled into the bathroom and found a light to help deduce this situation, he stopped making noise.  I saw Brak stretched out on the living room floor in kind of a weird position, and my brain immediately said "Hello, your cat is no more. He has ceased to be."

A bad feeling, that one - until his tail flapped a bit.  Then the other girl-y portion of my brain kicked in to remind me of the prior time he caught a mouse.  That's right.  I was standing on the sofa for 25 minutes and trying to get the mouse outside via telekinesis. 

Brak had begun jumping around a bit and pawing at the carpet where ...something seemed to be, so at this point there was really only one thing to do: Wake Up Someone Else.  (He's a guy, things like this are in his contract.)

Me: ::squee squee:: kitty - he has something - i think it's a mouse - itsamousehehasamouse
Jason: ::sleeping::  guh. whut?
Me:  I THINK THE CAT HAS A MOUSE
Jason: grr. uh. guh. k.

He went out to the living room to confirm that the cat did indeed have a mouse, which had now upgraded its' status to Dead Mouse.  Probably a heart attack, possibly Death By Kitty.  This current (very dead) mouse looked just like the one that had previously been trapped in our place, so I can't help but wonder if he came back to try and claim some vengeance.

Sorry buddy, today it looks like you're traveling by failboat.

As J was helping Brak realize that his new toy was going out to its' new home (the dumpster), I see a spot on the blinds.  A large black spot, and we don't have Christmas lights that could possibly be poking through. 

Me: Look at the blinds.  In the front.
Jason:  ::looks::
Me:  What is that black spot?

He pokes at the blinds, and you know what it is?  A MOTH.  A moth!!!!   You don't understand.

As he proceeds to score more man points by removing the mouse, killing and removing the moth, I close the bedroom door and go back to bed.  It is 0530.  Happy Sunday.

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Won't you have some Waffles Of Mine?
Ahhh... anybody that gets the reference.... well, you win. :)

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Do you/did you call your significant other Baby/Sweetie/Honey?
No. Never.

Do you/did you call your significant other by a special pet name?
When I am feeling particularly girly (this is generally only in written format) I call him "mi mono". Back in the day he went by "bishop" and also "Erick". Those two names are pretty much tucked on that mental shelf that hardly ever sees any light. On rare serious/loving occasions we will call each other by our full first names. Full first/middle/last names are reserved for joking only. He has a number of pet names for me, but it's pretty much along the lines of 'wench'. :)

Do you/did you do this in public (at the store, etc)?
Not really - when we're out in public we rarely call each other by any sort of name, the conversation is unspoken or continuous.

Do you/did you do this around your friends?
Yes. West Coast peeps know him as "J" or "j'luxe" or even "Monkey", but East Coast friends/family know him as Jason. And yes, it's "J" as in the letter.

How frequently? (It's replaced their first name for me, very often, often, rarely, only during cuddling/special time.)
Since we've got multiple names for each other, frequency depends on the situation. I switch between "J" and "J'luxe"... in varying forms of l33t. Calling him "Monkey" is reserved for casual moments, mostly between close mutual friends of ours. The majority of the time I refer to him as "J" (when speaking to people), and he usually refers to me as "Larissa" when he's talking to other people.

If you do not/did not do this, what are your feelings on it?
That whole honey-sweetie-baby thing just feels like a mental splinter. This is probably because most people I know that do say it go overboard, and it's always sounded very fake to me. Like cilantro*, it should be used sparingly.

*haha sure, why not.

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Oh yeah - after I came home I thought that some attention should be given to the bling that J'luxe is sporting as well. You can click all these for the larger sizes.

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I was out biking the other night, and thought (as I so often do on my boardwalk travels), that the scenery (minus people) really can't be beat.  The expanses of sand, palms, waves and various beauty still take me by surprise sometimes... it's such a far cry from the familiar urban sights of my hometown.

Sharing is caring.  Here are some a few shots of my evening adventures, there is a "SoCal Scenery" album over on my Myspace photos if you care to see all of them.  I have about 30 in there since I'm doing a new painting and want some references.

Oh yeah, I thought I'd take some shots to display The Shiny as well.  The textures came out pretty nicely, although I'm sad that one of the shots blurred a bit.   My favorite was originally the first one, now I think it might be the third.
 

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If I ever finished everything that I needed to finish... what would I post about?

Cali to the A, we speedin' on the freeway...  Look at me, look at me, hands in the air like it's good to be... alive.

Progress draws progress and patience sits patient, you flow with the inside of the inner circles, you don't know what to do or where to go, you keep on knowing what you know, oh I don't know... oh I don't know.

v1 versionzer0.

Friday - worked until 7. Blank spot after that.

Saturday - worked from 8 to 4.  Spent most of the day giving tours and trying to figure out what direction to go in.  Weather: HOT.  After:  Sushi at Mizu with Maria & Trent.  Mizu is still the numero uno sushi joint in all of SD (in my opinion).  VIP seating and people watching made the food taste even better.  We also noticed that THE MOTHS ARE BACK.  I hate the moths.  They get into my apartment and flap like bats.  They scare me.  Screw you, moths.

Sabbat, accompanied by Jason.  The place was empty at 11 (upon our arrival) and somewhat awkward.  The beat was off and neither of us really wanted to be there.  Met up with Daisy & Eric. Discovery: it is difficult to dance in flats.   Secondary discovery:  I still love dancing, but not to Goth Musik.  Whatever playlist they were running should have been wiped clean of Du Hast and Closer.  Oh wait, it wasn't Closer, it was just some song that flat stole the infamous beat and put some crap yelling over it.  Winner!  Anyway, I was painfully sober and realized Air Conditioned would have been a better choice.  Either that or maybe another Saturday, one with more patrons and whatever music they played at the 10-year anniversary.  It just seemed like there was an abundance of newly-turned-21s and weirdness.

Sunday - Slept until 1500.  AWESOME.  Daisy showed up around 1800 and succumbed to my craving for Dairy Queen Goodness.  I'm freaking lactose intolerant, I knew what I was in for.  That peanut buster parfait (with chocolate ice cream) was so worth it.  Then we went to Ichiban (on the rocks), Trader Joe's (my first trip in there ever), and finished up at Whole Foods.  Got to listen to some chit-chat about an upcoming event in the leather scene, and saw a girl from my past.  Of course I didn't say hello because I didn't know for certain if it *was* her, but a quick convo via MySpace confirmed it.  Yay for Kitty.  

Today - bills to pay, errands to run, cleaning to do.  Relaxation to attend to as well, I do enjoy Mondays for that.

In other news, we are looking for a new spot to move to.  The beach scene has pretty much killed my love for the actual beach.  Since house-buying probably won't happen in under a year, my sanity needs to be saved and we need to GTFO.  This is frustrating but A) the neighbors won't give me peace, B) the landlord won't put in double-paned windows, so C) I need to do something about this.  Five years is enough already.  Of course Hillcrest/Mission Hills is my spot of choice, but it's tough.  A large one-bedroom under $1100/monthly, that comes with parking, no drama and a decent neighborhood within 10 minutes of my job.  HOW HARD CAN THIS BE.

Oh yeah, the Nigerian/West African/South African scammers have moved on to not just spam, but putting up houses for rent.  Awesome.

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