The massage I had last night was like a colossal off-switch. Not only did it harpoon me in the brain immediately afterwards, I found it almost impossible to get up today. So much for rejuvenation – or perhaps once my body got a taste for pampering, it wanted more.
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My wife and I had a 90 minute massage today. I’d had a trying day where everything was twice as difficult as necessary, and she’s pregnant, so we needed some respite. I didn’t realise how potent an hour and a half’s massage, followed up by a pizza, could be.
I’m not so much relaxed now as narcoleptic. I made the mistake when we for home of trying to work. (Quite wisely, the wife went straight to bed.) I spent a pointless hour on the computer, being less productive than when I’m drunk, and when I realised this it quite spoiled the relaxed mood the massage had conferred on me.
And so to bed. I’d write more if my brain worked, but forcing myself to stay awake when I’ve spent good money on getting ready to sleep seems beyond perverse, and nothing of note happened to me today anyway, so today will be cut short…
With less than a week until my last race for months, I knew I needed to put some miles in.
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Yesterday we went to see Fast & Furious 6 (it’s been so long since the definite article was dropped that I hardly miss it now). This franchise has gone from a pleasingly mindless cops and robbers yarn, to an embarrassment, to a guilty pleasure and finally has morphed into something halfway decent. More than a decade has passed, from a time when Vin Diesel was going to be the new action hero, until Xxx tanked and the Chronicles Of Riddick vanished without trace, and the Fast & Furious films were somewhere between the punch line and the gravestone of both his and Paul Walker’s careers. And now they’re good again.
Continue reading “Things aren’t what you’d expect: Fast & Furious 6 and The Milkweed Triptych”
Today I bought Arkham Horror, a board game set in the world of Cthulhu Mythos, those ever-so-slimy monsters inspired by H.P. Lovecraft and his racist/tubercular/generally messed up view of the universe.
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I awoke at 5:30 this morning, in the middle of a rainstorm. Singapore is very organised, so if it rains in the morning then it seldom rains again that day, but frankly I’d have preferred not to miss out on any of that lovely sleep that I’d been hankering for. The rain wouldn’t let up and so it was pointless to attempt to return to sleep; instead I sat by the bed, stewing with rage at the conference call I knew I had tonight at 11. I’m getting too old to cope with burning the candle at both ends, and it’s worse if it’s being lit by things out of your control.
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Wednesday comes, and with it another visit to Tanglin Mall. This week, after being taught about the miracle of childbirth in the first two weeks (protip: gravity is your friend), we were treated to Some Of The Things You Might Prefer To Avoid.
Continue reading “Ante-natal #3”