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In Which I Am Vindicated

I test-drove yet another massage therapist yesterday… 

The jury is still out on the final decision but the initial session was very positive. She works in a much more pleasant environment than the last few, I like her approach to getting to know her clients, her touch was rhythmic and balanced, and there were no unfortunate side-boob smooshing incidents.... So I’m already pre-disposed to like her.

But I must tell you that what really won my heart had nothing to do with her massage techniques… it was an observation that she made: 

        She’d asked me if I was hypermobile.

“Well, my chiropractor says that working on me is like working on Gumby - does that fit?”

“That’s hypermobility, yes. It’s a good thing to be flexible… altho’ a lot of people who have hypermobility tend to hurt themselves a lot - sprains are very common.”

YES!!

"hypermobile", not "klutz"

It's a genetic condition -- not my fault, after all!

I think I love this woman…

The Return of the Blurglecruncheon

I am deeply upset.

That Vogon Poetry generator dead-ends at a page that informs you your page uses “technology that is no longer supported” and no one has bothered to re-write it... 

Leaving me without a new ode with which to greet Towel Day.

Sad, sad times.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I can certainly write bad poetry - but still not so spectacularly bad as to place among the third worse in the universe - yet it felt too much like cheating to re-use a poem I’ve generated before. So I’m going back to the source: 

Enjoy.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't. 

I hope you all have a lovely Towel Day,

      That you find your answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything,

            And, of course, that you Don’t Panic.

Spock Towel Day

Yes, I know Towel Day isn’t until Thursday… but Spock Sundays forced a decision on me.

I chose early rather than late. 

(That way, it might remind you all to start working on your Vogon Poetry!)

Sticky Situations

I caught sight of my reflection this morning and noticed something glinting on my new shirt. 

Puzzled, I squinted through the gloom of the foggy new day, then laughed - and peeled a big honkin’ “XL” sticker off of my bosom. 

Well, *that* could have proved embarrassing…

…altho’ perhaps not so much as the time I realized was walking around with a stray “$5.95” price tag dangling from my skirt just above my crotch…

          

Earworm of the Week

BookMan and I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy 2 the other night. Good, campy fun and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

However…

BookMan is much more of a film afficionado than I and he likes to sit through all the credits. I usually just zone out during the wait but GG2 caught me up with its “outtakes” at the end… 

       and launched me straight back to my freshman year of college, dancing at the pub.

(aaah, the late 70's...!)

So I’ve been wandering around for several days now, stuck in a repeating loop of: 

  “♪, ♫ Ya da da dee da dada, da da da daaaa ♫, ♪, ♫”… 

       and I want company, darn it!

Please join me...?
(If nothing else, the cute guy roller-dancing in a g-string is worth the visit!)

Stardate Flashback

Just seemed appropriate for May...

Quick! Look Out Your Window!

See them?!?

Even the pigs look stunned, don't they?

Up there... those pigs?

Those pigs are flying because I, the original “Sloth Woman”, will be participating in a 5K race today. 

Mind you, I’ll be walking it…

Many years ago, my pre-med roommate read an article about the deleterious effects of pounding pavement upon the body’s more delicate connective tissues - and right there and then, she and I swore a solemn pact to NEVER risk incurring the dreaded “Jogger’s Face”.

Nosirreee, no premature sagging for us!

However, Tiny Woman needed a buddy for today's event and was willing to walk it with me rather than zip through it at her usual tissue-punishing pace. And friends make sacrifices for friends, right? (Except that of our delicate facial fascia.)

So today, Sloth Woman Dons Sneakers.
(And then closely scrutinizes her face in the mirror!)

I better be racking up some serious friend points for this, I tell ya…


(Follow up: 5K completed at the *blistering* pace of 3.45 mph [5.55 kph] -- face appears unscathed... ;-p)

A to Z Reflections

This was my third year of doing an April A to Z Challenge (altho’ only my second time participating “officially”,) and I’m finding that I enjoy it more and more each year. It’s hard, make no mistake about it, but you learn over time how to best prepare yourself. 

For me, I don’t do well writing all my posts ahead of time - too often, I look at my words, think, “I don’t want to use this!” - then spend the evening scribbling like a fiend. But if I don’t write any of them ahead of time, I end up with days when I’m reduced to showing you guys Rudolph Nureyev dancing with Miss Piggy or pretending that stringing together a bunch of letter words counts as actual writing. (see “F”- 2014, or “W”- 2016) 

(I enjoy those fudges, it’s true, but they aren’t exactly living up to the spirit of the challenge…)

So this year’s game plan was to go into the month with a complete list of alphabetical topics, with at least two alternates for each day, and to have at least 2 posts for each week written up ahead of time. (Again, I ended up not using all of them… but they made a lovely safety net.) This plan seems to work well for me. I still hit stressful spots but they were of limited duration.

The other thing that helped increase my enjoyment this time around was a change made at the organizer’s level. 

Prior to this year, you signed up ahead of time in one ungodly long list which you then had to pick your way through, finding other blogs to visit and comment on, while hoping someone would notice your name in the list. It was overwhelming and irksome, both because it was cumbersome and also due to the number of people who said they’d do it, then didn’t. (Altho’, given my Cookie Exchange experience, that didn’t surprise me… but it’s still irritating.)

This year, however, we posted links once a day, one for each letter. 

Granted, this was a bit tedious (and took many people well out of their HTML-comfort level) but overall, I think it was a far better way to document participation. Instead of a single list of nearly a thousand to slog through, each day, you only had to weed through 200-300. That is a lot more manageable… with the additional benefit of providing more of a clue to what exactly you’ll be reading about once you get to the other blog. 

So, despite the fact that the daily linking added yet another thing to my morning “to-do” list, I liked the change. I would like it even more if it were possible to weed out the deleted comments where people realized they’d borked the code for linking but I realize that’s a huge undertaking and unlikely to happen. (It would sure make the list more manageable, tho!)

I also found that people were much better about circulating around and commenting this year. Last year had been disappointing. This is, after all, a blog-hop, so I'd expected to see more people willing to play ball. This year, there was a lot more visiting in evidence. I suspect the improved handling of the participant list had much to do with that. 

I was also pleased that there didn’t seem to be quite as much blatant self-promotion this year as last. Maybe I just got luckier but I did seem to find more people this year who were simply here to meet other bloggers and expand their horizons, as opposed to drumming up interest in their own work. I saw a lot more comments that actually said something about what was written than those quick, "Good post. Please visit me at ___" comments of last year.

On the subject of comments, I'm going to admit that I do get a bit torqued by people who can’t be bothered to respond to comments. This is not confined to the A to Z Challenge, however - it always irritates me. I figure if you want people to talk to you, you should at least be prepared to acknowledge that they have spoken. To my mind, you come across as a condescending git if you don’t.

The above thoughts, however, are merely one woman’s opinion.

The part that's important is that I enjoy participating in the Challenge. It's tough and I'm always brain-dead at the end of it, but I like meeting new people, finding new blogs, and seeing how other people set challenges for themselves. For myself, I just enjoy trying to come up with something interesting to say about subjects that you wouldn't necessarily think could sustain more than three words. But there are some terrifically creative people out there who tackle some really interesting themes - frequently in ways that humble me - and I love having the opportunity to find them.

None of this, however, would be any fun if you guys didn't play along.

I love that all of you are here.

Thank you for that. 

Hey!

That was my 1000th post!

Vulcanborn?

TGI No Longer April

And I probably won't have tomorrow, either!