L.A. Confidential was on cable the other night. That scene when Kevin Spacey's character, the corrupt-ish, predatory cop is pushing Simon Baker's character, the up-and-coming, secretly bisexual actor to have sex with the very closeted DA. To be very clear, this is not about sexuality, but about watching a predator act like a predator before anyone knew. Not quite this level.
Be sure to clean it before you return it to the confiscated weapons locker... we wouldn't want any evidence for the special investigators.. that man Reacher is a nightmare
Wasn't sure whether to put this in TMW, FWW or here. It kinda fits in all of them I think. I also don't know where I stand with this revelation in terms of emotions either, so: https://www.msn.com/en-ie/news/world/women-were-lied-to-about-the-pill-because-a-man-wanted-to-please-the-pope-%E2%80%93-what-else-are-we-not-being-told/ar-BBSA6oI?li=BBr5HCU&ocid=mailsignout
Made a good start on my New Years resolution to work out more. Started doing a little exercise routine in the morning before work. On Day 3, I get down to do push-ups, and my abs said "EFF YOUUUUU"....yep. Burning pain in the abs, NOT the good "feel the burn" pain either. Think I strained/pulled them. So now can't do much of anything until they heal. So much for New Years resolutions.
My cyst is giving me shooting pains. I stupidly haven't got any painkillers, and it's too late to get any. Guess I just won't sleep much tonight.
Similar story with me but then not so much. I've just come back from a walk to get my new year's resolution exercise. When I left, it was a balmy 26 degrees C with a light breeze to take the heat off and cloudy. At about the half way point, the breeze died, the clouds evaporated and the temperature soared to 36 degrees C. Now I'm doing my best impression of a panting boiled lobster.
Don't have any, and I daren't touch it cos it's like a hornets nest, and it's oozing (self-draining). All in all, it's been great fun, and I highly recommend everyone experience it.
Feeling unpleasantness today, and I don't think I need to justify it or "ohmm" it away. Neither will I yoga this one into acceptance right now, because I do not want to reconcile myself with this feeling, I want to live it, I want to feel something. Later tonight, the obvious alternative in my mindset is to be around people and choose an opiate when I am done with this feeling, and there is ample choice for pasting this feeling to the wall of experience. yoga, alcohol, meditation, pot, antidepressants, TV, exercise, sex, art, travel, other people, jogging, smack, writing, primal scream therapy, over eating , mindless entertainment, dancing, movies, the internet..... god, it goes on and on. Why so many now ? So tonight I will head down to the pub to sit with a few good friends my age and talk and talk and talk. Our chances at arriving at something new are slim. We will likely arrive at nothing edifying, it seems that it has all been said and done and since we have all been through the mill, it looks like the changes in these times are outpacing our ability to adapt to them hence leaving us at odds with those whom we can no longer reach. That is what happens to most of us who manage to get older and become use to living and tired. No one chooses to become bored, it happens.
Men are not designed to live mundane lives. You have to take it upon yourself to do something exciting - if it's a fist fight at a bar so be it but, you'll never be happy unless you step beyond the edge.....
Wish you, would step back from that ledge, my friend. You could, cut ties, with all the lies that you've been living in...
"You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes." -Pink Floyd, Paranoid Eyes
(This is somewhere between a Not Happy and a Third World Whinge.) I cut the fleshy part of the fingertip of my index finger...You know, the part that taps the keys. And I am not happy about it!