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Holes in my pants

My jeans, which i wear way too often, are coming adrift. Actually, they started this entropy about a year and a half ago when i began carrying around Glasgow a large, heavy bag filled with history scholarship. The bag rubbed on my left leg for days on end, thus resulting in what i at first took to be horrific evidence of thigh expansion along the outside seams. The lack of a hole on the right leg, however, calmed my fears that my jeans were busting out from the inside, instead confirming the theory of inward invasion.

These holes continued to worsen, and i took to patching. All's well that ends well, eh? Not exactly. Last week, the bag managed to breach a good five inches of seam on both pairs of jeans. I had to resort to wearing my much-hated brown jeans, and the prospect of buying new pants reared its ugly head. After a little surfing of LL Bean and Lands End inventory, i decided maybe bigger patches were all that was required.

And, lo, the uber-patches were born. Clocking in at roughly six inches in length, these babies each took 8-10 hours of embroidery work. I'm thinking about making some to sell on Etsy. What do you think?

Oblique

I had another appointment with my physical therapist yesterday, and i learned yet another interesting item about my body: I apparently have overdeveloped external oblique muscles. This essentially means i have a carrier for a six-pack, but no cans of beer to go in it.

Sarah, my PT, asked me if i could maybe "stop doing those oblique-y [exercises] for a while?" (She actually said "oblique-y things", but i figured you guys would need some clarification on that.)

As far as my back goes, it is well on the way to recovery; my twisted T-12 vertebra is slowly coming back around, and no chiropractor will be needed. Sarah doesn't seem to think my wonky pelvis is worth worrying about, and i should be good as new in a month.

Date with a devil: Robert Pickton and me | Straight.com

This piece was written by a friend of mine; go read it... now...

Date with a devil: Robert Pickton and me | Straight.com

Edit: The piece has been pulled from Straight, but you can still read it on the Raincoaster blog.

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...that one way a cat can show its trust in you is to bathe itself while sitting on you. I am writing this with one hand, because my left arm is trapped by Momma Kitty performing her ablutions. I have finally been accepted by the meanest cat in the house!

In other news, here are some random photos i have taken recently:

1. Jack and his portable blanket. Jack, the bane of my existence, has become rather destructive in his old age. We gave him a pillow to sleep on, and he promptly ripped it to shreds. The shreds of pillow stuffing now serve as his bed, but he sometimes gets a little tangled up in them. Here he is after getting up one evening (he trotted the whole length of the house from our bedroom to the living room with that on his back). It's a fuzzy picture because my phone was the handiest camera.

2. A road sign warning drivers of a metal plate covering a hole in the road. The reason i find this amusing is that you just wouldn't see a sign like this in Atlanta. Metal plates are used so abundantly on Atlanta roadways that no one bothers to point them out. Many of them earn semi-permanent status, being asphalted onto the street.

3. Momma kitty usurping. This picture is just so cute. Momma Kitty will sometimes take over Jack's aforementioned pile of pillow stuffing during the day (he generally only sleeps on it at night). Momma and Jack have a love-hate relationship that mostly tends toward the hate side of the spectrum, so Momma sleeping in his spot is ironic as well as adorable.