What Are You Doing?

We were raised on this

 

Hee hee...

"Raised"

Walk away, Wrey. Walk away.

 

If we like

I was ruminating on 'military pics/the masculine image.'

 

I know...

French Foreign Legion Bear Patrol:

 

Well, legionnaire is utterly 'romantic.' Though I never quite understand or understood the Spanish Legion, Franco's saviours.

Adolescence was coloured by Simon Whatsisname's book 'Legionnaire' and then later a veteran on a writer forum who was damaged by African adventure and slaughter and murder, I think. He is/was a very curious man, humour and bigotry blend was very appealing...

 

In America, at least for a time, the idea of joining the FFL was the ultimate in professed (and certainly not actual) baddasserie for youthful men with questionable facial hair and lackluster musculature.

Think Napolean Dynamite. Dudes like that.

 

I haven't read BeauGeste [sp] - the original 'boy joins legion' novel. I was big on Tintin. Suppose, if I wrote the 1990 legion story I might have my 'L'Etranger' reader set aside another cliche - the dishonourable discharge psycopop eager to return to 'theatre.'

 

...Carl's daily trial was making it back to his tent. Why the hell did it have to be clean on the other side of the Spanish Legionnaires? Those uniforms! Who the hell thought those were a good idea?

...Ray-Bans stuck tight to shield him from wandering eyes, he trudged across the sand through the smell of bacalao and who-knew-what else those guys were cooking up in their mess.

...And of course, there he was. Lt. Miguel Ángel Marqúez Del Rosario Maria y todos los Santos Pérez Guzmán, stepped right of the front page of a Tom of Finland magazine, which was a description Carl had to keep to himself because explaining how the hell he knew who Tom of Finland was would take him into dangerous conversational territory.

...Head down, Carl, he thought to himself.

...But, no dice.

..."¡Carlos! Ven acá, guapo. Don't tell me jdu are running to eat that mierda they serve in jdor camp. Come, come, sit with me, papito."
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ETA: Hanging out with fanfiction folk means everything is a steamy gay sex scene waiting to be written. Everything.

 

Hey, a lot of us jarheads thought about it too... that doesn't invalidate your stereotype, does it?

 

So when I steal @Wreybies ’ blueprint...add Catholicism and airlift to mainland toward battle with Republicans...and a tender love/death scene outside Barcelona.

 

Be kind to Carl's soon-to-be ex-wife. She's a sweet soul who simply had never heard of Cakeboy magazine. Not her fault.

 

In America, his tactical beard has become permanent and he's never (and I mean never) seen in anything other than tee shirts with lettering on the front detailing his deployments. I run into "him" occasionally in military groups I follow and get "the eye" from him and his buddies (and his groupies, yes, there are groupies, modern versions of the original camp followers).

 

Working on another space combat game; adding physics to my fighter craft makes for all kinds of fun flight mechanics.

 

Looks like it has some nice handling. Turns on a dime.

 

Thanks CT. Had to get it just right since I would be fighting giant mines in a train tunnel.

 

Welcome. Always a good idea to have tight turning radius when flying in train tunnels.


Gonna fire up the old E-machine, and play
me some old XP Games.

 

I love those old games; got some on my machine as well.

 

Me too. They are nostalgic.

 

Oh yes I have a PS2 emulator on my Linux machine, it runs horribly with a lot of PS2 games, but some play really well. I was gping to do Twitch-streaming with the emulator but it would have obliterated the frame-rate and audio, lol; I think Twitch doesn't do emulation well.

But, streaming works just fine with the native games and the games I'm designing, so I have some cool plans for the future.

 

@ThunderAngel That is awesome.

 

I'd notice and I'd feel rude if I had guests over and the apartment wasn't as clean as possible...

 

Introduced squats and inclined push-ups yesterday.

Plank for 1 min.
20 squats and inclines.
Body is still weak so I do multiple sets a day with at least 15 mins in-between.
Will do more rigorous routine when the gym is done.
No rush, slow build. Gym and decent routine sometime next year.

Squats look so easy in the vids, but they certainly give me legs a workout.

Best part is (some of it may be psychosomatic) I feel so much better, even with the minimal amount I do. I feel my bod becoming stronger, and this improves my mental outlook regarding so many things. My connection to reality has improved.

Riding will be far more enjoyable with a strong core and other elements.

Forced into early retirement, I haven't worked since 2008, thus the lazy and bad diet streaks and physical age has resulted in a slow deterioration of health and fitness.

Calisthenics is the shit !
It is now a permanent part of my life.

 

Several calis vids advise a rest day between WO days, giving time for muscles to adjust and heal.

I could plank every day and felt no adverse affects, thus I partially thought the rest day concept was exaggerated.

This morning though, after 4-5 sets yesterday, body is gloriously sore all over.
I like this 'cus it means I must be doing something right with the minimal amount I do and that my bod is achieving "gains" as the BB (bod building) community calls it.

Obviously, though the 'planks only' days were beneficial, they weren't strenuous enough.
Possibly also explains why my back became worse over time during initial stages of riding...no rest days.

So @ the mo, in village in me ute havin' a coffee listening to some soothing ambient.
Watchin' and downloading some YT vids.

Break of dawn, Hunter once again climbed up on the window air-con to wake me up.
If they're locked out of GG's (my elderly mum of which I'm her gov paid carer) room, they look to me for companionship.

Hunter and Longshanks being her new kittens she acquired a few months ago.
Hunter 'cus, though he's a tiny thing, matt black with coffee splattered all over, has already killed a decent sized snake, a rabbit and a small wobbly that put a decent gash in his hind leg (limping around for a few days).

Snake was presented at the side door, he seemed quite proud of that kill.
Woke up one morning with thumping sounds in the living room. Longshanks was going crazy go nuts university with the spine and tail, the remnants of the wobbly Hunter killed.

Longshanks 'cus he has the most beautiful long legs with big paws I've ever seen on a cat. He's long and lanky, a tabby with amazing ginger eyes.

Both either have no spacial awareness when it comes to walking with you, or they just have leg, ankle or feet fetishes, as they not only want to walk in-between your legs, they also try to tackle you and if very frisky will attack your ankles and feet, often drawing blood from their razor sharp claws.

They're unrelated, two different personalities but their strange quirks are very similar.

Anyways, Hunter woke me up, I let him in but he clearly motioned that he wanted to go for a walk, so the three of us went for another short adventure in the back paddock.
Both of them showing off their tree climbing skills.

After that and breakfast, Longshanks fell asleep on me bed, snuggling up against me while I played RDR.
So glad their cable eating fetish has waned. Couldn't leave headphones or glasses anywhere in their reach as they both were strongly drawn to them and chewing on them like their lives depended on it.