luckycanuck: (SPARTA!!!!!!!!)

I put some margin loan money into a coal seam gas operator that has been tipped for strong growth and that is being accumulated and so is also rumoured to be a takeover target.  BOW has slipped back a bit so I got a bit more today while it's cheap.  ERA and my favoured AUT have slipped back a bit with the selling that gripped the market yesterday but I will hold on to them both.  I did think about moving AUT into other operators in the same oil fields with smaller market caps, but it come with lower risk and it is currently providing a lot of the security for my margin loan so I think I will keep it as it is.

I did apply for an increase in my credit limit while I am still in full time employment, and they gave it seemingly without a second thought.  Maybe I should have applied for more?  No.  I've got enough to enable me to capitalise on opportunities when they arise.

Ok enough dull stuff.

Alleluia's leaving day is getting closer.  She has been packing a lot and her removalists will come and cart her stuff away on Friday.  That means we need to replace some things, so the rest of us went out yesterday and picked up some sofas.  There was some aspie stress as we drove around trying to find the place and I was advised to turn far too late, but I did manage to carry both sofas into the house single handedly, which made me feel much better.  Then we rejigged the lounge room to fit everything and it's actually much better now I think.  We had our last household chocolate and wine evening before the changing of the guard.

Late last night after setting up the TV to replace the one Alleluia is taking with her, I came across the Facebook status of someone I know from the election campaign last year.  It read: Australia is holding a Census next week. Don't leave the “religion” section blank. Be sure to at least mark Christian (or your own faith). 1 million Muslims will mark their box. 10,000,000 Australians will leave it blank then wonder why Christmas carols are being banned in schools as well as Easter hat parades! It's not about religion, it's about keeping our way of life.

That pissed me off.  The relationship between Islam and the west is a perfectly legitimate subject for criticism.  There are legitimate issues related to the clash of civilisations if you want to call it that, but this is pure fiction and it adds nothing of value or intelligence to the debate.  It's the kind of pandering that stirs up people I am really sick of hearing from, and I wouldn't be surprised if we got correspondence on this subject as a result of this.

For my part, I posted this as my status in response: Luckycanuck thinks people should answer the religion question on the census honestly. Answer all the questions honestly. But 10 million people leaving the religion question blank? You really think roughly half the population is going to leave that question blank and that this will pave the way for a mosque on every street? There are reasonable things related to Islam in the west that can and should be debated. You don't need to make stuff up or repost things that are alarmist or inaccurate.

This morning I dropped off the trailer we used to cart the sofas, and then spent over an hour on a commute that would normally take about 15 minutes.  Apparently a body was found outside a block of flats along the way, so the police shut down all three lanes of a major traffic artery for the whole of peak hour traffic.  The body wasn't found on the road.  There wasn't a crash.  There was just a body outside of a building next to the road.  So the whole road gets shut down.  I almost feel like calling the police to complain, but that wouldn't accomplish anything.  Bad traffic brings out the worst in people at times.  As I took a detour on a side street, I saw one guy bypass about twenty cars and then pull into the intersection and drive on the wrong side of the road.  As he sped away I actually shouted him that if I ever found him I was going to stab him right in the throat.

On a happier note, I give you the cat video to end all cat videos.

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.
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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)
Things are quiet at work and are likely to remain so for the rest of my time.  There has been some talk with the party director about me doing some of my demographic work on a freelance basis which I would like.

I finally got back into doing proper workouts yesterday.  Naturally I am limiting myself to some degree as I don't want to aggravate my neck, but there are plenty of things I can do that don't cause me any problems.  Legs, core, running, these things don't bother me at all.

YW: Run 600m, 5 rounds (10 pushups, 10 situps, 10 squats), run 600m, 4 rounds, run 600m, 3 rounds.  Today it's good too feel sore muscles (sore in a good way) again.

I spent a whole lot of money this afternoon in the space of half an hour at the dentist.  I like my dentist.  If there are any dental imperfections, he doesn't assume them to be a personal insult to him, which is something my dentist in Canada used to do.  Anything less than perfect wasn't enough for him.  If I had a cavity, I had gotten a cavity out of spite.

The housewarming/farewell for Chez Canuck is on this weekend.  (We've been there since December so it's more of a farewell for Alleluia before she goes to Cambodia.)  Our theme is "it used to be cool."  I was going to be going as one of the members of ABBA but we may not be able to get a full four so I may have to think of something else.  Anyone who is going to be in Canberra is welcome to come by.
luckycanuck: (convicts rugby)

Alleluia is leaving, which means we are replacing her with a new housemate.  We put out an ad and got a lot of response and two people came to view the place yesterday.

We were happy with both but we wound up settling on the older (and quieter) of the two.  And get this, she has been to the Olympics twice.  The freakin' OLYMPICS!!!

I mean she didn't win, but still.  OLYMPICS!!!!!!

She's taking up a teaching job in a suburb not far from Chez Canuck and she seems like she will fit nicely into the house.  The prospective nickname is "Esky" because it sounds not to far off from her real name and because it has been something like a dozen years since she has had a summer.  Really.  Every Australian summer she has been off in the northern hemisphere

This, of course, means that I will almost certainly no longer be the sportiest/fittest person in the house, and I am without question not the best cross country skier.  But I think this story is cool enough that I don't mind losing that mantle.  Anyway, I bet I'm still the best at wife carrying.

I had dinner with Coffee Snob last night.  There is also a room to be filled in her place and because she was home alone she wanted someone to be there when unfamiliar men came to the house.  So in exchange for looking all intimidating, I got this.

Ecuadorian chicken stew, avocado, rice, and refried plantains.  It's good having friends who can cook.

I'm currently trying to pick up some more shares in JRL which I feel are grossly undervalued, and I think I will approve and participate in the capital raising for VMG.  I may get rid of it after a while.  Clearly I've held on too long, and I hope I can use this as a learning experience.  I have also applied for a margin loan.  I've never dealt with margin trading and I don't plan to go too far into it.  I've applied for the smallest credit limit available, but it does present the opportunity to increase some of my holdings like CCV and AUT and to get into new ones like NAB that offer stable and long term growth.  This would not be the place for something risky, and I have no intention of getting leveraged up to the hilt.  Still this stands to be the largest debt I've ever taken on.

I will be getting my unused annual leave paid out when I go and I will likely have another job to go into, but I will have to keep more cash around than I otherwise would given what will become my new working situation.

I also tried to sign into Google+ and was told to come back later.  Not encouraging.  The big new social media platform being run by the biggest kind on the block and they can't handle the capacity.
luckycanuck: (Mr Strong)

I woke up this morning to a ringing phone.  It was Alleluia and her guy.  She had twisted her ankle and was unable to walk.  They were less than 500m from home and I considered putting my experience as 2002 Canadian Wife Carrying Champion to good use and walking over to carry her home, but I settled for carrying her to the car and then from the car to the sofa.  They spent the whole day at home instead of her going to a ball in Sydney with Helga and MadAlex as she had planned.  It means that today the house is full of comfort food.  Lollies aplenty!

I did get my workout at the gym.

TW: 40-30-20-10 24kg kettlebell swings, 30kg shoulder press, situps, hand release pushups.  Row 800m after every round.  My total time was 29:26.  Then for dessert 40-30-20-10 burpees.  I managed to do the 20 in under a minute and the final ten in 21 seconds.

Now I can feel the fatigue.

Again, there was some nice eye candy.  I am very conscious of eye candy these days.  I am seeing a lot of girls I like to look at these days, but I have no interest in pursuing them.

luckycanuck: (Mr Happy)

YW: Capping off the long weekend with a chest centric day.  10,9...1 Bench press and hand release pushups.  10 ring pushups, 10 clean and press, 10 ring pushups, 10 clean and press, 10 heavy bag getups.  Then to finish off: 1 minute maximum hand release pushups, 1 minute rest, continue until 300 pushups done.  Hand release pushups are much tougher than regular pushups and it took me a total of 14 minute 50 seconds.

I had a coffee afterwards with one of my gym friends and she and I agreed that not enough women do weights.

When I got home the house was full again with everyone back from short long weekend trips here and there.  It was time again for our traditional Monday night dinner, and Alleluia really went all out given that she had all day to plan.

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The weekend of coupleyness continued as a friend of Helga came by with the guy she is seeing.  At one point we nearly had equal numbers of the sexes at Chez Canuck, but normality resumed soon enough.

I'm so glad I live where I do.
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.
luckycanuck: (Default)
We're losing a housemate.  Alleluia is accepting a job offer for 12 months in Cambodia, which means we will have to find someone to replace her.  I'm not worried.  We will have plenty of time to find someone good to replace her (though naturally it is a bit sad that she's going) and there should be plenty of interest given the location and how wonderful we all are.

We've had a pretty good run.  Four of us for a whole year and nobody left.  We even managed to all move together keeping the household intact.

TW: Shoulder press 40-30-20-10 with 400m run after every set.  10 minutes flat.  Then AMRAP 12 minutes: 12 kb swings, 5 burpees - 10 rounds, 12 kb swings, 1 burpee.
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.
luckycanuck: (Default)

It's election day tomorrow for New South Wales.  I've not voted yet but I will do either today or tomorrow.  I am enrolled at Collaroy in what will be a pretty onesided race, but a friend of mine is in line for an upper house seat (basically the state senate for my American friends) and I intend to vote in such a way as will maximise the vote she gets.

Then we will see what happens with the almost certain change in government and the turnover in new jobs that will result.

DBYW: AMRAP 7 Minutes - Run 400m, then in remaining time 7 SDHP, 7 shoulder press both at 30kg.  9 rounds, 7 SDHP and 1 shoulder press.  AMRAP 7 Minutes - 7 toes to bar, 15 sit ups.  4 rounds, 7 toes to bar, 1 sit up (man those toes to bar are TOUGH!)  AMRAP 7 minutes - Lunge walk 20 steps, 10 burpees.  4 rounds, 1 lunge step.

YW: 5 rounds - 20 clean and press, 20 pushups, 20 bicep curls 35kg, row 20 calories.  Then 20 consecutive heavy bag get ups.  They now have a 30kg heavy bag which is more than twice as tough as the 15kg bag.

Alleluia has been sick this past week and has surrounded herself with DVDs and days off.  She is now strangely fixated on The West Wing, a program that I never got into as much as many political people I know who obsessed about it, but which I am enjoying.

Australia is out of the Cricket World Cup, and I've not seen a single match.  A decade ago I would have watched every match I could, but now I can't be bothered, at least not with this tournament.

And finally, the song that has been stuck in my head today is...
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luckycanuck: (SPARTA!!!!!!!!)
I got back to Canberra last night and met Helga and Alleluia for the first time in a while.  Today we used our day off to clean the old house from top to bottom.

My jobs varied, but they tended to be the ones that nobody else wanted to do.  I went around the outside of the house with a broom sweeping away all the cobwebs that had built up.  In the process, I wound up dislodging countless spiders who wound up scuttling of or dropping off of walls and falling towards me.  Many lost their homes, and many others were killed.  Yes, in carrying out my program of genocide against the spiders who had moved into our old home, I made plenty of enemies in the spider community.  I wonder if the survivors are planning a counter attack.  (Apparently Helga felt the brunt of their counter offensive, as she got a spider bite under her eye.)

I also was tasked with washing the exterior windows and clearing out the gutters, which meant lots of climbing up and down ladders and creeping around on the roof.  It was actually kind of fun.  I had a job to do and nobody second guessed me in doing it.  I'm not all that tidy, and I think part of that goes back to my childhood when my mother insisted I do certain cleaning things, and also insisted that I do them in a specific way.  That always bothered me.  This went fine.

The job that nobody else seemed to want to do involved going into the garage (which is not all that well maintained and has had possums living in it from time to time) and clearing out several years worth of possum shit.  Using the same broom as I used on the cobwebs, I swept it out the garage door.  (It only occurred ot me afterwards that it might have been a good idea to wear a mask while sweeping possum droppings around.)

Ok, enough of that.  We were at it until about 8pm and for the last hour or so I felt I had very little to do and no knowledge of what there was left to do.  It was the only frustrating part of the day.
luckycanuck: (Default)

I've moved house.

The new place is really taking shape.  We finished up yesterday around 5pm after moving nearly everything from the old house and I discovered that the restaurants and shops of Dickson are just a ten miinute walk.  We went to bed in the unseasonable cold last night with boxes still strewn around the house and virtually nothing set up.  This morning we set up almost everything before noon, and planned on making a run to the old place to pick up the rest and to haul some things to the tip, but rain intervened and we decided it would be better to wait.  It rained on us periodically on moving day but we managed to avoid getting anything that was in the trailer that was attached to my car wet.

Overall, the move went pretty well.  I and everyone else were in a pretty good mood, even though with all the stress I had too little bandwidth to be nice and sociable with the guys that Helga and Alleluia have been dating.  The apsie stress dropped considerably once we had finished for the day and I was able to be friendly with the one who had stayed on for dinner.

I think the new place will work out fine.  Alleluia is taking a day off tomorrow to settle some moving things around the house and we still have some more things to move.

The three of us who stayed last night (Roxy has flown off on holiday) spent pretty much the whole day together, finding breakfast in Dickson, setting up the house, doing some Christmas shopping (though I stole away to do about 8km of rowing) and later watching a dvd of "The L Word".  And my work colleagues joke about me living in a lesbian collective.  HA!

My first guest was Cupcake Goddess this evening.  She came over in a subdued mood, but agreed that the new place is looking positive.

luckycanuck: (Default)
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.
luckycanuck: (Default)

We have signed the lease.  Tomorrow we pick up the keys.  Most of our things are in boxes and we are just bout ready to go.  I sitll have to pack up my room, but that won't take too long.  Luckily I haven't got much in the way of worldly posessions at Chez Canuck.

I am almost out of work to do.  There is some pre-election stuff for NSW that I can do and  a few letters and e-mails to clear off my desk (most of which are pointless, like the woman asking for investment advice and the guy complaining about something he saw on television that offended him.)

This is a good time of year.  Work is much quieter so there is more time that I can spend at the gym, the sun is up until much later in the evening so I am in a sunnier mood.  And soon I will have some time off (and a lot of time to myself in Collaroy.)

I rowed this morning and will row again after work thus probably breaking my one day record for rowing in this current challenge.  Afterwards we are having dinner at our local (well, our local for a couple more nights) for Alleluia's birthday.

And to leave my Star Wars friends with a smile...

luckycanuck: (Default)

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: (Maccabi)

A stranger sent footage of me doing pushups at the end of the mud run yesterday.  I think it explains itself.
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Alleluia was sworn in as a lawyer yesterday, and a group of her friends wound up at the pub afterwards where I joined them to represent her housemates.

I noticed that somehow, I wound up talking overwhelmingly to girls.  At one point I was the only person with a Y chromosome amongst seven people talking (and it was a pretty girly conversation.)  This seems to happen to me a lot.  I just seem to drift in that direction in social situations.  I get along reasonably well with guys, but I do seem to be more comfortable around girls.  I have more female friends than most guys I know.  I suspect that most of the people who will comment on this post will be female.  I am very happy living in a house with three girls where my job is to make the tea.  Last week out of curiosity I looked at Sydney sharehouse listings, and came across a place in Chippendale that was a house of three girls looking for "a housetrained boy" who doesn't mind watching various codes of football.  The perfect place for me if I were to move to Sydney!

I do enjoy rugby and most other sports, I am a regular at the gym, and I like doing pushups in the mud, but in a lot of ways, I am just not very blokey.  I'm not girly either, but I do seem to fit better in those circles than amongst most guys.  (In case you were wondering, I don't think it's about sex either.  I am perfectly capable of being close to girls without it being sexual.)

So there you have it.  One way or another, I like girls.

YW: My rowing continues.  I keep finding new and interesting ways to structure my workouts.  Yesterday it was starting with 100m, then 200m, then 300m, and so on until I had reached 1.3km.  My total distance at that point was a shade under 10km, so I did enough to put me over the top.  My total distance is now over 83km and I am confident of making it to 200km, though there is a low level muscle soreness that has developed.
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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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It was never going to be a good time for us to have to pick up and leave.  I guess things could be a lot worse.  We are four people all of whom are employed and responsible and we have pretty good references from our current agent.  We have applied for one place and inspected another today, and there are further inspections on the weekend and next week.  There  is still plenty of time and plenty of opportunity for things to go right.


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I did get to the gym today, running there in the rain, doing some kettlebell swings and some toes to bar, and a whole bunch of rowing (over 8km and 500 calories) before running home in a driving rain.  As I ran up our street the rain was at it's most intense, and I stopped, soaked through to the skin, to do pushups.  I did more on our front lawn when I found out I was locked out of the house after leaving my keys inside.  I did get back in but for a few moments, standing on my front lawn in short and singlet in a driving rain, completely soaked and completely alone, I felt just fine.

I deal with stress and unhappiness in odd ways.


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