Well I think it's funny...

I'm on Facebook but only to play Mafia Wars, an embarrassing addiction, and I was just reading the news feed and someone in my mafia (this makes sense if you play the game, lol) posted a link to a page called "WHAT CELEBRITIES WOULD LOOK LIKE IF THEY LIVED IN BARRIE, ONTARIO."

I just about peed myself...

Johnny Depp


Sharon Stone


Posh & Becks


Click on the above link for more. It's brilliant! :D

Sweaty Sunday: No Sweat.

Yesterday was the local 10K race, the TC10K, the Times-Colonist 10K... the Times-Colonist is the local rag. It's the second largest road race in Canada with over 13,000 participants. Not bad for a wee city on an island, eh?

Photograph by Adrian Lam, Times Colonist

Last January, I signed up to 'run' the event but last week I decided that I wasn't going to participate. My knee is finally feeling good again and I simply do not want to rescrew it up.




I thought about walking the race but I know myself too well. I know I would have gotten caught up in the energy of it all and start running ('running' being running and walking). Plus, my decision to take up running was to run for it's own sake; I just want to do it. Getting my fitness back and shedding some lard are secondary (and necessary!) motivations. Participating in races is a tertiary objective. I don't think I've ever used the phrase 'tertiary objective' before, lol. So, the decision not to participate was dead easy and without any regret.

I did go pick up my t-shirt, bib and shoe timer thingy though! haha!





Next year I will enter again and hopefully I will not only participate but actually run the bugger!

Aside: the winner of the mens was a dude named Kip Kangogo. What a great name!

Earth Day, Shmearth Day

After many years of carlessness, organic gardening, hugging trees and various 'green living' lifestyle choices...



I find it very hard to disagree him.

Would write more but I've got to go out and participate in consumer capitalism. I may even not use my reusable canvas shopping bag. ;-)

Sweaty Sunday: A Convert to Chips

Gawd Allmitey! Praize da Lawd! Sweet Jeebus! I have converted to chips.

No, no, no... not these kind:



I'm already a dedicated and faithful follower of the above and these too:



Too faithful really.

And depending upon where I am on the globe, spiritual nourishment can be found here (hi Neil):



Or here:



Or, depending on your interests, it can be found here (hi Jayne):



I've never been faithful to these chips:



But, at one time in my life, I was a worshiper of these chips:



Sinful, I know... but I was only 12!

I have no idea what this sign means but obviously some forms of chips are of Satan and not to be done (in that area):




But these chips are from Heaven! I have seen the Light! Halleluja!!!



Salvation is a six inch deep, 2 mile long spongy trail of freshly laid wood chips.

Amen!

More seriously, both Neil and Jayne had been bitching at me suggesting to me ;-) that finding a wood chip trail to run on would be good. "Yeah, yeah, yeah... but the view is so inspiring!" ... where I used to run, before a second round of knee pain knocked some sense into me.

Now, I 'run' here; on a chip trail around a golf course. It's a very beautiful, though hilly, trail that looks mostly like this:



Though from the top of the brutal 'Big Hill' I can still see my inspiring view:

The trail is on the far right... see the ant-people? Killer hill.

Weather permitting, the Olympic Mountains cheer me on. And they're a great excuse too. I can stand there and appear like I'm admiring them, when really... I'm just standing there cos I feel like my lungs are going to explode after hauling my ass up that fucking hill! ;-)

Pilipina's Got Talent?

Or a one trick pony?