shanmonster | Running Down That Hill

My brain is getting overloaded with training, but so is everyone else's. I shall abide. And the abiding shall be easier now that my monitor has been adjusted. The wavery flickering is now at a minimum, thanks to a tech-savvy co-employee.

I ran home from work again. There's something freeing about bounding down a steep, snow- and ice-covered hill after eight hours of sitting on my arse.

My new kung fu sneakers came in the mail today, and I broke them in tonight. I love them! They stick to the floor in a most satisfactory manner, and are soft-soled and comfortable. I raved about them to all my fellow martial artists, whether or not they wanted to hear about it. Now several of them want pairs for themselves.

And now for some much-delayed linkage....

Tortoise Adopts Stray Hippo at Sanctuary: Awwww. They're so cute and grey together!

Figging: Anal Discipline and Punishment: No, this is not safe for work. It might not be safe for your arse, either.

Atwood adds 'inventor' to CV: Margaret Atwood gets tired of doing book signings and decides to invent a machine to do it for her. What's wrong with having fans mail books to her to be signed, if she doesn't want to go touring (thanks, Neil Gaiman)?

Silent Night, Naked Night: Naked man gets stuck in a toddler swing set. Maybe next time he'll rub a little Crisco on the seat before wedging his not-so-bony arse in place.

Rat King: Like a koosh ball, only made of rats.

The Page That Turns You into a Chicken: Astonishing (thanks, Dmitrii).

Hoop Revolution: Hula hoops aren't just for kids. Make sure you check out the video in the gallery section (thanks, zombienought).