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Dear Mr. Creepy Sir at the gym.
You know what we think of you when there is a whole row of 7 unoccupied treadmills on the other side of me all down one empty side of the main row of the cardio section of the gym (and a second, back section of 16 or so different-style treadmills that were empty save one person), and yet some 40-something, large (as in just big, not really fat though there was definitely some of that, but bulky huge) man comes and takes the one open treadmill between the two young women? And then just idles around for a bit without actually beginning to work out for quite some time, and then only beginning a leisurely walk? THAT YOU'RE A CREEPER, KTHXBAI.
Sincerely,
One of the two young women you squeezed your large self in between and majorly weirded out.
Went to the gym early today so I could watch this History channel thing on sex in space only to hear them say nothing interesting. Save maybe that it might have happened because this couple was married when they went up, but they have no other reason to believe it did but the fact that they were newlyweds. It was a whole hour (though I only saw the second half) of fluff. Spec stuff that anybody could have come up with; talking to experts about how they could strap down their feet and have handholds or something, and how for space tourism there could be almost crawltube-meets-sleeping bag type things for sexitiems. Do I just label myself a creeper by saying that none of these were particular stretches of the imagination? When I first started contemplating the concept (when I first heard that the show was running and my curiosity was piqued), I came up with all of these things, thanks. So pay me instead of them.
I knitted a mini stocking today. Took the basic shaping pattern and squiggled it around a bit as I wanted it to be more stocking shaped and not Christmas-stocking shaped (as the latter is always more boot-like than stocking) and because there was no way I had the patience to knit out a quicky Christmas decoration on size 2 needles when we don't even have a tree to hang it on. (Second or third year in a row, and it's what my parents used to do when they were newly married and without kids, had no real reason to go all out--we just use the live, deciduous house-tree that we've always got in here. Things do not hang upon it well, and it's not particularly full of leaves, so outsiders prolly wouldn't think it was too Christmas-spirit-esque, but I think it's a much better embodyment than those dead ones that other people string up.) Anyway, I think I made it a bit too long in my modification, as it looks oddly skinny and stretched (but more real stocking-like, still). And the snowflake that I tried to knit into it simply didn't turn out because there weren't enough stitches to do it with, so it's like a picture that's insanely pixelated--you can't quite tell what it's supposed to be. Still. Win.
Ooh, and went to Tyler's mock trial meeting today. Not crazy about how they're going at this case, as (I think I've mentioned) it's the one where you've got the choice of going for murder or manslaughter on the prosecution, and not guilty, not guilty due to insanity, guilty but mentally ill, or (though you wouldn't actually go for this one) guilty. Problem is, you can't just throw everything at the wall and see what sticks, because you weaken your case on the other charges (to establish the mental illness needed for "not guilty due to," you have to make some concessions towards admitting that he did do it, which then blows your "not guilty" plain chances, etc.) Plus, you only get indicted on one count for each offense in real life, unless I'm wrong, so I don't see how the judge wouldn't make the prosecution pick murder or manslaughter first, and the defense files notice that they're going for an affirmative defense beforehand (or at least they do on TV), so ditto. Idk. Coach's baby was there, and he has ears that rival Barack Obama's, so that's adorable.
You know what we think of you when there is a whole row of 7 unoccupied treadmills on the other side of me all down one empty side of the main row of the cardio section of the gym (and a second, back section of 16 or so different-style treadmills that were empty save one person), and yet some 40-something, large (as in just big, not really fat though there was definitely some of that, but bulky huge) man comes and takes the one open treadmill between the two young women? And then just idles around for a bit without actually beginning to work out for quite some time, and then only beginning a leisurely walk? THAT YOU'RE A CREEPER, KTHXBAI.
Sincerely,
One of the two young women you squeezed your large self in between and majorly weirded out.
Went to the gym early today so I could watch this History channel thing on sex in space only to hear them say nothing interesting. Save maybe that it might have happened because this couple was married when they went up, but they have no other reason to believe it did but the fact that they were newlyweds. It was a whole hour (though I only saw the second half) of fluff. Spec stuff that anybody could have come up with; talking to experts about how they could strap down their feet and have handholds or something, and how for space tourism there could be almost crawltube-meets-sleeping bag type things for sexitiems. Do I just label myself a creeper by saying that none of these were particular stretches of the imagination? When I first started contemplating the concept (when I first heard that the show was running and my curiosity was piqued), I came up with all of these things, thanks. So pay me instead of them.
I knitted a mini stocking today. Took the basic shaping pattern and squiggled it around a bit as I wanted it to be more stocking shaped and not Christmas-stocking shaped (as the latter is always more boot-like than stocking) and because there was no way I had the patience to knit out a quicky Christmas decoration on size 2 needles when we don't even have a tree to hang it on. (Second or third year in a row, and it's what my parents used to do when they were newly married and without kids, had no real reason to go all out--we just use the live, deciduous house-tree that we've always got in here. Things do not hang upon it well, and it's not particularly full of leaves, so outsiders prolly wouldn't think it was too Christmas-spirit-esque, but I think it's a much better embodyment than those dead ones that other people string up.) Anyway, I think I made it a bit too long in my modification, as it looks oddly skinny and stretched (but more real stocking-like, still). And the snowflake that I tried to knit into it simply didn't turn out because there weren't enough stitches to do it with, so it's like a picture that's insanely pixelated--you can't quite tell what it's supposed to be. Still. Win.
Ooh, and went to Tyler's mock trial meeting today. Not crazy about how they're going at this case, as (I think I've mentioned) it's the one where you've got the choice of going for murder or manslaughter on the prosecution, and not guilty, not guilty due to insanity, guilty but mentally ill, or (though you wouldn't actually go for this one) guilty. Problem is, you can't just throw everything at the wall and see what sticks, because you weaken your case on the other charges (to establish the mental illness needed for "not guilty due to," you have to make some concessions towards admitting that he did do it, which then blows your "not guilty" plain chances, etc.) Plus, you only get indicted on one count for each offense in real life, unless I'm wrong, so I don't see how the judge wouldn't make the prosecution pick murder or manslaughter first, and the defense files notice that they're going for an affirmative defense beforehand (or at least they do on TV), so ditto. Idk. Coach's baby was there, and he has ears that rival Barack Obama's, so that's adorable.