Movement, resolution, generosity, pornography
Gym
This "rest day" bullshit Catholicism thing seems to have worked, along with "sleeping like a log"; today's run/row was okay, I did heavier weights for chest press & lats and investigated the leg press (less hassle than the other machines because my legs, having had to lug 18st of me around in the past, are fairly used to effort). Not QUITE attacking Abbi's assigned workouts yet because free weights are scary, benches are scary, and people are everywhere. I nearly fucking threw myself off the spinner cycle though so I should probably be a little more careful, and the cross-trainer is STUPID AND UNNATURAL AND I HATE IT.
Post
Everything has showed up at once. Calorieless apple butter, protein bars, a massive bag of gold holographic stars (for assaulting people), gold body pigment and mixing fluid for camouflaging myself when I go and hide on the surface of the fucking sun, and some books about T E Lawrence which I definitely didn't order but on whose provenance Amazon is mysteriously schtum, please own up so I can thank you!
Nae Muir Shite
After being driven batshit again by someone my friends inexplicably like and whose attitude is profoundly damaging to my mental health I decided that Loz would not advise me to tolerate this crap and have blocked them. I feel better already, and hopefully more of my mental energy can be expended on doing shit and less on tying myself up in their grandstanding and hypothetical arguments that I can't fucking win.
Who even does this?
Liza talked me into writing gay fluff ass bloody porn, originally by shouting at me to write Kapoople (the ship name for Anish Kapoor and Stuart Semple because why do you think), and letting me run around with the idea of Renaissance artists doing it instead, including the discovery that Il Sodoma liked his nicked and that Il Pompinaro is "blowjob-giver", and then I decided at a bad time in the morning that, what with one thing and another, it would be funny to write it as if it was taken from Vasari's Lives, and then started reading said document on Gutenberg in order to get the style right.
I don't think normal people put this much effort into their trash gay porn, I really don't.
Anyway, I started this today in an attempt to avoid answering all the questions I have racked up in my Tourist's Guide brainstorming:
IL POMPINARO'S APPRENTICE AND THE WITCHCRAFT OF INSTANT PAINT
There was a mere year later in Florence a painter of most low cunning and yet most eloquent invention, namely, Antonio Giuseppe Albizzi, he who was known as Il Pompinaro by all, who, following in the steps of his dead father in the art of painting, was brought up and instructed, being still very young, in the workshops and studios of many revered Florentine artists, notwithstanding that his father had commended him on his death-bed to the study naught but art and the invention of matters connected to art. Such was the diligence in learning of Il Pompinaro, and so abundant his invention in painting, and so bizarre and new were his ornaments and so swift his execution of works, that he was rumoured to have brought about an entirely new method of producing paint and pigment within his studio, the cause of a great scandal and embarrassment in Florentine society which almost ended in a duel or the intervention of the Cardinals.
Il Pompinaro was known to be an accomplished and unparalleled painter from before the commencement of his adulthood, having studied so excessively under such a number of masters that he was able both to imitate their hand as a good apprentice should and to blend their hand as if mixing paint, but it was not until he had established his own studio and taken on a young apprentice, Macro Rosa de la Cazzo Snella who was the third son of a merchant house of Pisa, that he began to receive commissions such as the altar of [CHURCH]. In this it was said by all that his depiction of St John the Baptist in the wilderness, as bare as the beasts and as lovely as a woman, was by far the most intelligent and beautiful of images of this scene.
In the execution of this and of Il Pompinaro's commissions of the [PALAZZO CHAPEL] and [NAME]'s private chambers his primary model is known to have been de la Cazzo Snella, who appears variously as a slender boy and later as a more muscular youth. By the time of the completion of his commission to the Order of [SAINT], de la Cazzo Snella's role as the model for the body of the risen Christ himself was subject even then to comment as Il Pompinaro had already begun to be known by that name by which he is to be remembered.
This "rest day" bullshit Catholicism thing seems to have worked, along with "sleeping like a log"; today's run/row was okay, I did heavier weights for chest press & lats and investigated the leg press (less hassle than the other machines because my legs, having had to lug 18st of me around in the past, are fairly used to effort). Not QUITE attacking Abbi's assigned workouts yet because free weights are scary, benches are scary, and people are everywhere. I nearly fucking threw myself off the spinner cycle though so I should probably be a little more careful, and the cross-trainer is STUPID AND UNNATURAL AND I HATE IT.
Post
Everything has showed up at once. Calorieless apple butter, protein bars, a massive bag of gold holographic stars (for assaulting people), gold body pigment and mixing fluid for camouflaging myself when I go and hide on the surface of the fucking sun, and some books about T E Lawrence which I definitely didn't order but on whose provenance Amazon is mysteriously schtum, please own up so I can thank you!
Nae Muir Shite
After being driven batshit again by someone my friends inexplicably like and whose attitude is profoundly damaging to my mental health I decided that Loz would not advise me to tolerate this crap and have blocked them. I feel better already, and hopefully more of my mental energy can be expended on doing shit and less on tying myself up in their grandstanding and hypothetical arguments that I can't fucking win.
Who even does this?
Liza talked me into writing gay fluff ass bloody porn, originally by shouting at me to write Kapoople (the ship name for Anish Kapoor and Stuart Semple because why do you think), and letting me run around with the idea of Renaissance artists doing it instead, including the discovery that Il Sodoma liked his nicked and that Il Pompinaro is "blowjob-giver", and then I decided at a bad time in the morning that, what with one thing and another, it would be funny to write it as if it was taken from Vasari's Lives, and then started reading said document on Gutenberg in order to get the style right.
I don't think normal people put this much effort into their trash gay porn, I really don't.
Anyway, I started this today in an attempt to avoid answering all the questions I have racked up in my Tourist's Guide brainstorming:
IL POMPINARO'S APPRENTICE AND THE WITCHCRAFT OF INSTANT PAINT
There was a mere year later in Florence a painter of most low cunning and yet most eloquent invention, namely, Antonio Giuseppe Albizzi, he who was known as Il Pompinaro by all, who, following in the steps of his dead father in the art of painting, was brought up and instructed, being still very young, in the workshops and studios of many revered Florentine artists, notwithstanding that his father had commended him on his death-bed to the study naught but art and the invention of matters connected to art. Such was the diligence in learning of Il Pompinaro, and so abundant his invention in painting, and so bizarre and new were his ornaments and so swift his execution of works, that he was rumoured to have brought about an entirely new method of producing paint and pigment within his studio, the cause of a great scandal and embarrassment in Florentine society which almost ended in a duel or the intervention of the Cardinals.
Il Pompinaro was known to be an accomplished and unparalleled painter from before the commencement of his adulthood, having studied so excessively under such a number of masters that he was able both to imitate their hand as a good apprentice should and to blend their hand as if mixing paint, but it was not until he had established his own studio and taken on a young apprentice, Macro Rosa de la Cazzo Snella who was the third son of a merchant house of Pisa, that he began to receive commissions such as the altar of [CHURCH]. In this it was said by all that his depiction of St John the Baptist in the wilderness, as bare as the beasts and as lovely as a woman, was by far the most intelligent and beautiful of images of this scene.
In the execution of this and of Il Pompinaro's commissions of the [PALAZZO CHAPEL] and [NAME]'s private chambers his primary model is known to have been de la Cazzo Snella, who appears variously as a slender boy and later as a more muscular youth. By the time of the completion of his commission to the Order of [SAINT], de la Cazzo Snella's role as the model for the body of the risen Christ himself was subject even then to comment as Il Pompinaro had already begun to be known by that name by which he is to be remembered.