Oddly, I am not talking about my running, but rather my car’s. The low-gas indicator light was on when I left the house this morning (and stopped for coffee at Joe’s which was served to me by someone other than the lovely Ellen). By the time I neared work my nerves had frayed as the gas gauge was below empty and I was still a few miles from the office. Luckily for me, and those behind me, the Jackmobile gasped its way into the only gas station near Perimeter Mall. I offered to buy my car a beer, but it declined.
I forgot to mark the anniversary of the Jackmobile becoming the Jackmobile on August 8th. I think that the Jackmobile was a little pissed that I forgot our anniversary.
And As For Me?
My run was not so hot last night because it was so hot. Yeah, it’s to be expected that in this heat the body doesn’t respond well to exercise (at least for me). I found out that we were even heckled at low volume as we ran past the kids eating pizza in L5P. Eh, what do they know with their tattoos and the piercings. Turn down that damn music! Sorry, I slipped into Old Man Paulie mode.
The crowd at George’s was predictably small due to the heat (read “most people are much smarter than those of us who showed up to run in the heat”). However there was someone there that I stared at long enough to almost cause concern. No, it wasn’t because I admired her, rather I thought that she was someone that I knew as a friend of a friend years ago. I think her name was Halley (or Holly) and at one point I even gathered the nerve to go talk to her. When I got near the door I noticed that she was talking to a group of women and I lost my nerve. I also realized that I really had nothing to follow “Pardon me, but do I know you?” and that sounded like a cheesy pickup line, so I didn’t make another attempt.
I consumed only beer and popcorn at George’s, however I did manage to whip up another bowl of pasta with pesto ranch dressing and parmesan cheese when I got home. Remember kids, when you start seeing the hot pasta salad craze make it to restaurants around this fine city of ours you’ll know where you heard about it first.
This is a half-decent shot of some flowers in the yard of a house near Stone Mountain. I’m pretty pleased with my useof depth of field on this shot, and it completes one of the requirements (“pink”) for the current Atlanta Flickr Scavenger Hunt.
Do Animals Fall In Love?
I know they procreate and all, but do they have emotions the same way humans do? The reason I ask is because yesterday morning I saw two cats come from under my car and walk away side-by-side as two teenages would when you’ve interrupted their makeout session.
One of the cats was “RFK” named by me because I thought that it was JFK’s (R.I.P) brother. I now realize that I’ve either misnamed RFK or he’s a gay cat because the other cat next to RFK was definitely a tomcat. Whatever, as long as the cats are happy.
Devil Getting His Bluegrass On
Tonight I’ll be at the Red Light Cafe getting my bluegrass on. Paulie? Bluegrass? Why yes! Sometimes I like getting out and expanding my horizons and tonight I’ll be doing so by listening to the music of Chatham County Line. Do you likka the bluegrass? Then you should be there too my friend…
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – relieved that I didn’t run out of gas on the perimeter
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Teenage Fanclub — “Norman 3”
Website Of The Day – This Vector art from Basang Panaginip blog blew me away. This art is so photorealistic it’s phenominal. Also, if you want to see one of the El platforms that I frequented in Chicago a few weeks ago, check out Bert Monroy’s Damen Platform digital painting.
Exercise (b)Log – running/walking, some unknown distance because it took forever for my GPS to get signal last night. If I have time later (which I most likely will) I’ll clock the distance using Gmap Pedometer.