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Results of my Cert III practical work have come through, and I now have ticked all the boxes to be deemed "competent."  Now I'm into my Cert IV text on advanced aerobic conditioning.

I'm not certain if Roxy is still here or if she has moved away already.  She always kept to herself, but I've not seen or heard from her at all in days.  The soon to be new housemate is Chloe.  (Not her real name, but I accidentally called her that on a number of occasions so that's her name here.)  She and Surveyor are out right now celebrating EmPrime's birthday which was on Australia Day.  I think the new household dynamic is going to be a happy one.  I gave Surveyor and Chloe a lift into the city for the festivities and we all had drinks on Australia Day.

I've been doing some heavy lifting this past week, and I've been getting into Tumblr for the first time.  Molon Labe Fitness now has a Tumblr account where photos and WODs will go.  Recently I posted this little thing I put together.

Keep Calm and Click Here )

And it has been reblogged over 400 times.  Today I put this design on a t-shirt, along with a Molon Labe t-shirt, and one that reads "Whatever doesn't kill me... had better start running."

I've also been improving Otani.  I tried filing some hand holds, but I now find it more effective to use a hand saw and occasionally a drill I brought back from Collaroy.

I've also developed what could be called a bit of a workout crush.  I came across a girl in America whose Tumblr account and blog have made an impression on me.  Part of the appeal lies in the fact that I think she is very nice to look at, but far beyond that, she impresses me.  Here is a girl who isn't afraid to lift.  I think that is worthy of heaps of respect.  Gym girls impress me.  "Gym babes", not so much.

There is another American girl with a blog whom I have taken note of recently.  DC Dana is friends with a political contact of mine, she seems to have a sense of perspective about politics, and we both seem to be going through similar career and personal frustrations right now.  Again, since discovering the blog, I've read it regularly and looked back through some old posts.  I seem to have taken a liking to American girls.

On that note, there was an American girl in Sydney whom I met during my New Year's festivities.  Klydemestra is doing a PhD in film.  We got along quite well when we met, and last Sunday, we had dinner again.  I didn't strike me that what we were doing might be construed as a date until I was halfway through my barramundi.  I'm still not sure if it was a date, though I will be seeing her again.  You might think it would be awkward to have that ambiguity, but I don't feel it.

Finally, there is still contact with another girl whom I met/hooked up with on New Year's Eve.  There was mutual crushing between MadEllen and I, and there still is.  She lives in Brisbane, so my habit of being interested in girls who live far away remains.  It's kind of nice at the moment to be able to take an interest but not have to do anything about it.  I'm still very much not in a relationshippy kind of place right now.

My first fire was supposed to be last Wednesday, but the controlled burn was cancelled to avoid upsetting the red breasted finch.  (One of the fireys pointed out "it's a bloody bird. It can bloody fly away."

My parents come down this week for a couple of days.
luckycanuck: (madmen)
Investing talk. )
We now have EmPrime in Chez Canuck and Esky is off in Melbourne before moving to Switzerland to have a crack at the next Olympics.  Today I found out that there will be more turbnover, as Roxy is leaving to do a PhD in Melbourne.  Also her boyfriend lives there and it would make sense for them to live in the same city.  In February I will be the only original resident of Chez Canuck.

There have been a couple of high profile deaths recently that I want to call attention to.

First, Vaclav Havel.  This was a tragedy.  He was someone I admired, what with his sincerity, perspective, and humanity.

So here are some of my preferred quotes of his.

Click for Vaclac Havel quotes )Also, today Kim Jong-Il died.  Clearly it's been a bad year for tyrants.  Mubarak, gone. Gaddafi, gone. Kim Jong-Il, gone.  I know there is always the chance of instability and chaos in a power vaccum in these situations, but what's so great about stability anyway?  Eventually, the tyrants must fall unless you want them to be in power indefinitely.    I don't know what will happen in North Korea now that the Dear Leader is dead, but the kind of "stability" that Kim represented with his blackmail and threats was not a good thing.  Good riddance to him.  Good riddance to them all.

I have an interview tomorrow arranged through an agency that had frustrated me, but who have lifted their game.  Other larger agencies have lost my trust, but this one seems pretty responsive, and the problems I've had with previous interviews they had arranged are not really their problems, but problems with the public service.
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I voted to fire two directors of BOW and two of NBS today, and soon I will vote to fire two directors in CCV.  In some instances I felt the company was being mismanaged, in some I thought they were being shady, and sometimes there was a combination of the two.  Sometimes they have been poor at getting back to me when I have contacted them, unlike VMG where I got a call from the CEO the following day.  So I have no qualms voting to send them out the door, and also voting against their remuneration proposals.

Things have been looking a lot more positive.  I seem to have gotten into EKA and SSM at the perfect time as both are chugging along nicely into recovery territory, though I wish I had stayed away from ARX.  I participated fully in the ERA capital raising and I will wait and see what the fallout is.  I was rather annoyed at CommSec because they were taking their time moving my money around, but it managed to get through just in time.  Still, I have registered my dissatisfaction with them again, and told them that it's only the fact that leaving would be a hassle that has stopped me from moving already.

I've contacted a couple more agencies and I have updated my CV to reflect my new status.

I also had a huge workout, my last before my trip to Sydney.

TW: 40-30-20-10 sledgehammers, elevated tire pushups, tire jumps, tire slams (the 4WD tire not the bulldozer tire) - 5 rounds.  Then I thought up a variety of ways to use the smaller tires to do all sorts of things (a lot of core work with twists and turns), clean and throws, dynamic pushups, slams.  I also thought up some ways to improve Otani.  If I can make some holes through the wall of the tire it would be easier to grip.  Something ton consider.

Then after I was able to head back inside (I was shirtless and didn't fancy walking through a harp lesson like that) I ran to the gym, using my interval timer to do pushups every minute.  At the gym I also did 50 chest contractions and 50 clean and press.

My idea of doing Black Dog Pushups has been approved by the Black Dog Institute, and I will be meeting with them tomorrow after picking up Minou.

Chez Canuck has been fine, but there has been a slightly odd feeling in the air.  We have done very little together recently and some of the old atmosphere seems to have been lost.  Nothing hostile or negative, just more aloof.  There is a bit of what seems like passive agressive behaviour though.  The other day I was testing my interval timer to make sure I knew how to use it, and Roxy was in the next room cooking dinner.  About the beeps it made, she said "I hope it doesn't annoy anyone at the gym."  Which felt a bit like it was her giving her opinion.

Also our next house party is not really a house party, more of a BBQ with friends with no dress up theme.  I wanted a dress up theme.

It's fine, it's just an adjustment.  Soon we will advertise for a new housemate.  Here's hoping.
luckycanuck: (madmen)

I realised late this afternoon that they were interviewing my replacement today.  A couple of candidates came by and W was in town as he is currently acting opposition leader.  I actually wrote some letters and got them signed today and have now cleared off most of the corro that is left (or found excuses not to respond to it.)  We are well and truly into my last week now.

I also sold a lot of stock today.  The market was down again and the panic isn't over, but my selling wasn't panic selling.  I took a look at my portfolio and decided I could get rid of IMF for a gain, and parts of JRL, PVE, and KKT for losses even though most of them were flat or up a bit today, but I've kept most of my holdings in them.  So I spread the selling around a bit amongst stocks that I thought were not likely to shoot through the roof tomorrow, that would reduce my exposure to lightly traded stocks, and that would give me the cash on hand to participate in the VMG capital raising in time.  I've never had problems buying, and I hope I'm getting better at selling.

I had been fatigued from the weekend, but I wasn't going to miss the chance for a solid workout.

TW: AMRAP 30 minutes: 20 walking lunges with 28kg, 10 burpees, farmers walk up and down the stairs with 40kg, run 400m. 8 rounds exactly.  I felt quite high and hungry when I got home.

By the time I got home Roxy had made dinner, the first Chez Canuck meal since Esky moved in last night.  It was lamb shanks with apricots and couscous. 

Afterwards there was the inaugural use of Roxy's chocolate fountain.

The entertainment for the evening was a screening of Boy, which was great.


luckycanuck: (Mr Happy)

"It used to be cool" night went very well.

I decided on Saturday morning that I would go as Officer John McClane from the Die Hard series.  There are very few characters that I could come as that have very short hair, but this one worked.  One theory that Die Hard was still cool and therefore my outfit was inappropriate was advanced, but I decided that it was still a valid idea because Die Hard was such a huge series that was so full of iconic action movie cliches that it can be mocked for its excesses even as it enjoys a mantle of retro coolness.  Plenty of things fall into similar categories.

I managed to get a workout in on Saturday afternoon.

YW: AMRAP 12 minutes - 5 80kg deadlifts, 15 hand release pushups (12 rounds +5 +3).  Finisher - 2 minutes for max situps (75), 2 minutes max 30kg tricep extentions (81), 2 minutes mac 30kg bicep curls (73).

I was really sore especially from all the pushups, but later on during the party I was called upon by MadAlex to do pushups as her way of explaining my inclination to spontaneously do pushups.  I did 50 in one set as they counted off, and later did some pushups on the sofa over the people who were sitting on it.  I don't know whose idea that was, but I was always going to take up that challenge.
Cut for pics )

People didn't stay as late as our last party, there weren't as many people (last time Roxy invited almost her whole program and this time she only invited about half of them.  By about 2:30am I was in bed.  I made it up the next morning with no hangover at all (Alleluia spent a lot of time over the toilet regretting the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before.  I was absolutely exhausted though, and have not set foot off of the property all day.  I've also taken a couple of my prescription muscle relaxants and have been quite drowsy.  My neckstill has a stubborn crick and I've got a lot of soreness in the chest and core.

So today was spent mopping floors and loaning my car to Roxy as I was not going to be driving anywhere.  Chez Canuck is clean again.
luckycanuck: (half marathon)

I've got the weekend in a house full of couples.  Roxy and Alleluia both have their respective guys over and with Helga away I am surrounded by coupleness.  It's not a problem (or not yet) and I don't think it will be one.  To some extent it would still be nice to either have the whole place to myself or have some single support.  It has been nice having Helga single again.  Roxy's guy we rarely see because he lives in Melbourne, and Alleluia's guy seems to elicit mixed opinions.  Today I was fine, but on other days I've found myself feeling slightly aspie stressed when interacting with him.  Helga doesn't seem to like him at all.

I rearranged furniture this morning to better accomodate the new heater.  I'm not sure if others will like it or if they will make their own rearrangements.

There is a birthday tonight with a "fluffy" theme that I am considering going to.  Alleluia made plenty of suggestions, and at some point it was pointed out that because I have no shortage of hair on my arms and legs, I could just turn up in shorts and a t-shirt.  In Canberra in June.  Or may be not.

YW: 1 minute bench jumps, 1 minute 24kg SDHP, 1 minute 2*15kg shoulder press, 1 minute rest.  Continue until at least 100 of each has been done.  131 bench jumps, 113 SDHP, 100 shoulder press in 14:15.

TW: Run 1km, 10 burpees, 10 32kg kettlebell swings, 10 situps, 10 pullups, 10 hand release pushups - 10 rounds and drop 100m from the run each round.  Time: 56 minutes.  The kettlebell swings were the toughest.  That's a lot of weight when mixed in with so much other work.

Also, in celebration of "resilience in all it's forms" I am promoting ENDURE: Run. Woman. Show. featuring and being produced by MYC (a marathon runner and all around champion.)  It opens in July in New York before going on tour.
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Rugby last weekend was short lived.  I was fine during the warm up provided that there was no contact and I didn't have to change direction.  Because those things rarely happen in rugby.  They wanted me to start at Number 8 but I said I would probably be better off on the bench.  They did put me on mid way through the second half and in my first ruck my ankle got knocked (not turned or twisted but just bumped) and I foud myself limping to follow the play.  I did get thrown the ball and suddenly felt no pain as I ran it forward into contact.  Getting up, however, I felt all sore again and realised that I was going to have little impact on the game like that in addition to needlessly risking myself.  We were up by three tries late in the game anyway and an injury could have put me out for the season if it went wrong.  I did, however, enjoy the fact that I am one game closer to making 100 appearances for the Convicts.

I drove a teammate with a broken hand (that I may have broken in the first ruck where I knocked my ankle) to hospital before going on to the next game.  Both our teams wound up winning in solid displays, and I told some of my teammates that I was looking for work, possibly in Sydney.

It was nice to have a whole day in Canberra for the end of the weekend and I spent a fair amount of it at the gym in a pretty intense workout.

SunW: The Filthy Fifties: 50 shoulder press, 50 kettlebell swings, 50 calorie row, 50 bicep curls, 50 dynamic pushups, 50 toes to bar, 50 bench jumps, 50 pullups, 50 dips, 50 burpees.

I was reminded during the workout that I like girls.  Also, I am always impressed by girls who lift.  I think not enough of them do. One of my fellow patrons and I had a conversation about borrowing Crossfit workout principles into creating our own taxing and brutal workouts.

On Monday I picked up Coffee Snob from the airport which made me late for work, and also picked out a fabric and a design for my next new suit.  Apparently they are going to narrow the lapels by about half an inch because that is the fashion now.  Fine.  I wouldn't have known but I'm happy to go along with that.  Shopping for suits is much easier when this is all I have to do.  The tailor remembered me and was pleased that I had given him referrals.

Then it was another full on day at the gym, but not before I prevented a woman from disrobing in the mens changing room.  Somehow a woman got almost to the point of taking her shirt off before I asked "are you sure you're in the right place?"

YW: 5 rounds of: Row 400m, 30 seconds L-hang (which was VERY hard), 30 kettlebell swings.  Then I practiced my form on squats a bit, then did 50 burpees (I have decided to do 50 burpees in every workout in the hopes of improving at them) and 10 heavy bag getups.

When I got home dinner was on.  This is becoming a regular Monday evening thing it would seem.  Roxy had made a very nice stirfry and we all ate together.  I think I would be quite happy if we continued doing so.  I contributed som chocolate I had around and I also made the tea and did a bunch of dishes while they watched Masterchef.
luckycanuck: (Mr Lazy)
But mostly in a good way.

I had solid workouts on Saturday and Sunday.

SatW: Farmer's walk stairs 20kg each hand, pullups, 24kg kettlebell swings, 32kg SDHP, burpees, situps, leg raises. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.  The farmer's walk was really tough and I can still feel the soreness now.

SunW: Run total 9km to and from the gym.  Bench jumps, pushups, situps - 20,19,18...1

My legs are still sore.  I've done harder workouts but this was the most consistent effort I'd come up with since coming back from overseas.  I had three tough workouts in as many days, which was good as I kind of wanted to smack myself around.  Virtually nobody spoke ot me the whole time, which was also good.

I also went into work on both days of the weekend.  I did some work preparing and printing off letters for W to sign and giving him the impression that I'm on top of things, but it was also a relief to be able to shut myself into a place with no people.  Dealing with people has been taxing since Friday.  Earlier today someone came into my office to introduce herself and I could barely look her in the eye.  Aspie stress has been close to the surface at all times.

But it hasn't been all bad.  As much as dealing with anyone new was likely to be tough, I finally got to visit Cupcake Goddess at her new pad and meet her new guy.  The following day I was there to take a photo of her at the beginning of a 5k run and another one of her powering through the finish line with her shoulders ahead of her hips.  Well done CG!

I had some happy drinks with Helga and Alleluia before they went off to girly drinks (which I was mercifully spared) and settled in for a quiet night.  I did hear Roxy come home and she settled into her room before I could get up.  It turned out that she had just arrived home in a taxi after spending six hours in hospital after being hit by a car and knocked off her bike.  She is ok with a black eye, one stitch in her chin, and some scrapes on her cheek, but nothing that won't heal.

Apparently she had been trying to contact one of us for a lift, and while I was home and would have been more than happy to pick her up, somehow she didn't have my number.  I really felt bad about that.  I hadn't done anything wrong, but the idea that one of the girls I live with spent six hours alone in hospital before having to take a taxi home bothered me.

That meant that a few minutes after midnight when Alleluia rang asking if my earlier offer to pick her up if excessive drinking had been done was still valid, my answer was a firm yes.  I drove a friend of hers home and swung through Macca's for so she could get some late night sustenance before getting her home without her having to resort to taking a taxi driven by a stranger.  She was very pleased.

So I found myself getting all stressed about having to deal with other people.  (I also went shopping for shoes to a discount warehouse that was closing forever and lasted about ten increasingly stressed minutes surrounded by legions of people scavenging for deals that frankly weren't all that good before leaving with a shellshocked look on my face.)  Dealing with my friends, however, was easy.
luckycanuck: (SPARTA!!!!!!!!)

Frustration seems to have caught up with me.

Yesterday there was a work lunch that involved us going down to the Canberra Yacht Club.  I don't especially like the yact club as I think the food is overpriced for what it is.  Looking around, I also foud myself annoyed by what looked like a bunch of smug grey haired people who dine in yacht clubs on Friday afternoons.  I was also annoyed by the fact that I was sat next to a co-worker who snorts when he laughs and who smelled like nicotine.  I was also annoyed by having to make conversation with a guy who used to work for W before my time and who I've seen before, but who means nothing at all to me.  I had nothing to add to conversations about home renovations or about taking the kids to see a show in Sydney on the weekend or about the footy tipping competition.  As soon as I sat down I decided I would rather have stayed at the office alone (but that would have been noticed by everyone else.)  I said very little, and I left as soon as I could.

At one point I looked out on the lake and two guys were on the lake in a canoe.  I would much rather have been doing what they were doing.  I had also read an article about the training of Navy SEALs.  I was awestruck by the Hell Week training, and sitting at lunch I would much rather have been in the early stages of hypothermia doing pushups on a beach in California than sitting in a warm dining room.  (And that's not hyperbole, that is literally true.)

Back at work, I waded through heaps of letters that had accumulated during my time away and they finally got to me.  I loathed the people who sent us timewasting letters expounding half baked ideas written by hand in difficult to decipher script and even those that were legitimate.  We even got a letter from an organisation concerned about the curriculum in schools.  This was an organisation with letterhead and with staff, and their letter began with the salutation "Dear Member of Parliament".  Attention groups trying to get the attention of politicians!  If you are going to send a letter to a politician, you might want to actually write down their name.  I am considering sending them a letter in return in an unmarked envelope and on ordinary non-letterhead paper saying "Dear Organisation, Thank you for your letter or e-mail or fax.  I value the contributions and insights of your organisation on the issues you raised, whatever they were.  I can assure you that I either agree entirely with your views, I agree with some of them, or I think you are a bunch crackpots who should be locked up until you are no longer a danger to society.  Sincerely, Random Member of Parliament to whom you wrote.  P.S. I would be happy to meet with representatives of your organisation if you can figure out which one of the 150 Members of Parliament I am."

I made it to the gym after work, with a sense of rage bubbling away beneath the surface.  On the walk to the gym I found myself having somewhat violent fantasies about taking on gangs of street thugs who dared to harass me, and sending them running before humiliating their leader by taking his shoes and shirt and pants and forcing him to walk home barefoot and clad only in his underpants.  Anyone who approached me was likely to get yelled at.

I managed the heaviest workout I've taken on since getting back from holiday.

YW: 30 80kg deadlifts, 30 pullups, run 800m - 3 rounds.

It took me just over half an hour.  I would have liked to have done it faster, but that is a lot to deadlift and pull and I found myself getting dizzy and gasping for breath more than once.  This workout really smacked me around, but luckily not a single person spoke to me the whole time.

The thing is, I didn't really feel less frustrated.  I got home and tried to set up the new modem I picked up to hopefully allow our house to get our wireless started again but could barely accomplish anything on accout of being so bent out of shape.  [ profile] bakerypenguin wound up coming over to help and diagnosed the problems we had (which are the problem of our provider rather than us) and I spent most of the time thinking "I'm not well.  Something is wrong."

Helga and Alleluia and Roxy came home and we all watched Paris Je T'aime and I felt a bit better knowing there was nothing I could do, but I still went to bed all frustrated.

Today I'm feeling a bit better despite waking up at 4am due to it being the coldest night I can recall so far this year.  There will be another major workout which will probably smack me aroud some more, some shopping, and I suspect a lot of barricading myself into solitude.  Maybe I will do something nice for dinner tonight.

I don't think I'm supposed to feel like this.
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I tried to move some things yesterday, but the key Helga gave me only fit the side gate and not the front door.  I had packed up most of my worldly possessions that were in Chez Canuck and wanted to get them in last night before we really began to move furniture so I could get it out of the way.  I also wanted to drop off a bit of a birthday gift for Alleluia.  I picked her up some bath stuff and now that we are moving into a house with an actual bath I thought I would leave them in the bath last night so they would be waiting for her when she moved in, the rationale being that she would get a gift without having to move it.

Alas, I will have to wait until Helga gets home to get the right key.

Roxy's dad is here to help and he has come with a van (not a huge van but a van none the less) and we will move the bulk of things today.  I have had my last night of sleep in the current Chez Canuck.  Everything I do here I do for the last time now.  Soon everything I do will be the first time I have done it in the new house.

I still made it to the gym yesterday and did 10km.  I was originally planning on doing more but after my huge day of rowing yesterday and the fact that my left hand was cramping periodically made me think that it would be better to move with two functioning hands.  I am now past 150km with one week left to go.

I'm off now to have my last cuppa before moving.
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My rowing is continuing nicely.

YW: 1 minute, 2 minutes... 10 minutes then five minutes to cool down, for an hour in total rowing time.  Distance: 15.5km.

I'm now at nearly 119km after this morning's row.

I think I have decided to do a 12 hour run on the first Friday in February.  My parents will be in Australia and can act as part of my support crew.  I'm not sure how to train or what my goal distance should be.  I think it will be just to keep going for the full 12 hours.  Additionally, I think I will use the opportunity to raise funds for beyondblue, a depression and anxiety charity in Australia now that they seem happy with me doing this.

Also, Dad and I will both be in Australia for the Warrior Dash which is held at the same place as the recent Mud Run.  I think he would be interested in joining me.  He normally runs marathons but he does seem to be interested in unique sporting pursuits.  The apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess.

My friend from the Israeli Embassy came to Parliament for lunch and brought Coffee Snob and I Israeil wine.

I locked my keys in the car and didn't worry aobut it until about 4:00pm.

I spent the first two hours of the work day at my desk in my gym gear.  I had no meetings and nobody to impress, so it was rugby shorts and singlet (tank top for the Americans) until I felt like putting a suit on.

Is it possible to make Julian Assange any creepier?  Yes.  It.  Is.  Hey ladies, he's single!

Tonight we celebrate Christmas at Chez Canuck.  Pizza is on the menu and we are going ot exchange gifts.  I got a sudoku calendar for Helga who I have seen on many occasions doing sudokus from the newspaper, a set of ramekins for Alleluia who mentioned that she needed ramekins, and a bonsai tree for Roxy.  Also I got an enormous Toblerone for the house.  It comes up to my waist.

That is all.
luckycanuck: (Mr Happy)
Alleluia and I applied for two places yesterday, both in the same suburb a bit further away from work than we are now.

Alleluia and Helga had applied for some three bedroom places that wouldn't include me as a fallback measure, and their prospects were looking good.  Of course, ours looked good too, given that we turned up straight from work and probably looked more dependable than the car full of what looked like stoners who also came.  Additionally, one place was being managed by the agency we are currently renitng from.

Alleluia and Helga were going to have to say yes to one of their places unless we got a a quick and positive response from one of these.

This afternoon we were offered both.  It's not yet clear which one we will go with.  Carpet and closer to the shops and or a bit more for more space and further from the shops and wood floors that will be louder and colder in winter.  We are consulting with Helga and Roxy about their preferences, but either way it looks as though we will be staying together.

I realised last night after we put our applications in that it was entirely out of my hands.  If we heard back in time we would stay together, and if not we would be finding different places.  It was kind of liberating, and I was quite calm.

It's still a temporary place to live, but at least I will be able to leave on my own terms.

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I stayed in Canberra this weekend.  Dad left on Saturday morning and I was going to go up to Sydney to take him to the airport but I was going to see him again soon anyway, and in the end staying in Canberra was a better choice, especially given that I leave next weekend.  I'll  have enough going on without driving up and back to Sydney.

On Friday I got home from work and Malice, Roxy, and Helga were into our dress up box.  As soon as I walked into the room I was in a very good mood.  They got a pair of bunny ears and a pink feather boa and fairy wings on me, which I wore in my typical masculine fashion.

(Picture to come... hopefully.)

We then made plans to go out to a friend's house for cocktails they were having, and I quickly went from "extraordinarily good mood" to "periodically rocking with stress" just before we left the house.  It was aspie time and there was a minor freakout.  The evening had gone from being spent with people I know and like to being in a foreign and far more complicated environment.  I did go with them, and felt a bit stressed in the early stages of cocktail night, but eventually relaxed a bit.  I did spend more than my share of time outside alone on the balcony where there was nobody to talk to.  (I decided that aside from my housemates, I wasn't all that interested in speaking to anyone else.)  I did have a mojito for the first time in my life (and possibly the last as I'm not really a cocktail guy) and I chose not to go out to a bar in the city with everyone afterwards.

On Saturday, there was footy to be played.  It was Politicians v Press in a pretty fun game.

(Team photo to come... hopefully)

The Sydney Swans donated their training tops for our team to wear, and I discovered after the fact that the guy who normally wears number 8 (chosen by me because it is 2*2*2 and therefore one of my preferred numbers) is the same height as me, but is 17kg lighter.

(Not pictured, Luckycanuck)

They put me at a key position at centre half forward and I nearly managed to kick a point in the first half but the play had already been whistled dead.  The Australian Capital Territory Minister for Sport kicked all three of our goals in a match that ended Politicians 3.2.20 Press 1.4.10.

I also got to use my rugby tackling skills to good effect and caused a couple of turnovers, one of which led to a goal about ten seconds later.  I wasn't allowed to play in my rugby boots as they have metal studs, but a borrowed pair of more appropriate boots were found just in time.

Later that night the girls came to the pub where we were having drinks after the game, and after I went home for a shower, I joined them at a pub frequented by university students.  I was at least a decade older than most of the people there, and Helga's assurance early in the evening that I would "pick up for sure" was ultimately unfounded.  It was really not my scene.  Coming home and having sausages and poached pears in mulled wine made by Malice was much nicer.

Today I picked up an electrical adapter for my trip to America and went for a big session at the gym.

TW: Tabata "Pushing".  Bench press, wall ball, dips, kettlebell swings, pushups, corner presses.  Then practicing thrusters to improve my form and my willingness to go deeper in the squat part of it, and later 100 more pushups in the sauna.  HOORAH!!!

I think I may do tabata workouts for pulling, legs, and core for the remainder of the week.

Also, the housemate formerly known as Malice really doesn't like the name, so I think I'll change it.
luckycanuck: (Mr Happy)

Oktoberfest went very well.


Cut for pics )

For any of you who missed it, I just want to say I'm very disappointed in you.


Sep. 27th, 2010 09:24 pm
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I was in work for a bit today much to the surprise of CoS and W and I said hello to some of the MPs who had turned up for Parliament.  Then it was off to pick up Malice from her trip to Europe.  She had brought back gifts including half litre beer steins from the Hofbrauhaus in Munich.

They will come in handy for our Oktoberfest night.

I proposed pizza would be a good call for her first night back, Roxy added a dynamite spinach pie, and we had Coffee Snob over.  I've had a lot of friends over since moving into Chez Canuck.  Either I am happier bringing people over now or I have more friends or both.

TW: A Crossfit workout I saw a trainer taking a guy through yesterday.  Row 500m, rest 1 minute, 2 minutes of double unders, then pullups, 24kg kettlebell swings, ring pushups - 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.  My time, 15:00 flat.  And I actually did four double unders.  I have always struggled with things that require rhythm.  I was only able to do them one at a time before the rope got caught.

Later I managed to increase my deadlift maximum to 140kg.  It was easier than I expected and I manged five.  Then it was 200 closers.

And now for a closing giggle courtesy of an ex-girlfriend's Facebook status: Insert name here supports the Jedi's right to build a temple, but do they have to do it less than two parsecs from the ruins of the Death Star?

And that reminded me of this little clip.


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