Some Stuff I Watched and Some Stuff That Hurt

I watched the season finale of Doctor Who last night.  Because I was not out doing my long run.  (Damned rain.)  I see a lot of people upset about this ending.  I probably would have been, if I had not been so upset the first two times they basically ended the relationship with his companions in almost exactly the same way.  Rose Tyler? Alternate universe, can't see her again.  Donna Nobel?  Altered brain, can't see her again.  Amelia Pond/Rory Williams?  Altered timeline, can't see them again. 

Don't get me wrong, I like Moffet's Doctor series and my husband and I are enjoying Sherlock as well, but the impact is a bit dulled for me by how incredibly formulaic the end of the Doctor/Companion relationships are.  Martha Jones was the singular exception to this formula, and I enjoyed the break in monotony. 

So I didn't get my run in at night, and headed to the gym to hop on the treadmill.  I have come to the conclusion that I hate the treadmill.  It makes me feel like a gerbil.  So I came home and faced the heat rather than face the gerbilness.  And gave myself heat stroke.  And a sunburn.  Because sometimes I am a full on flat out stubborn dumbass.  I am the standard level of sore I would expect but I am still loopy from the heat.  And its been about 8 hours.  So that's a mistake I won't be making again.  And the chances of me doing a daytime race just dropped by a huge amount.

So That Happened...

They killed my favorite character on one of my favorite shows. By favorite character, I mean guy I would totally do. Hmmm big long haired biker guy with a beard. 

Seems I have a type.

Yes, I fantasize about my husband.  He gives me the hots.  Still, after decades.  

I'm not happy when the drool worthy get offed though.  

I love my husband

He is awesome.
That is all.

When Did Stupid Become Ok?

Do you remember the good old days when being ignorant was not something you bragged about?
Those days are gone.
More and more people proudly declare their ignorance. A major political party has been critical of the use of facts. Some people are almost burning at the torch against science.  History is often a lost cause. Grammar is following closely behind. We will soon have more people that are obese than aren't because people know nothing about their own health and figure declaring they're just as healthy as someone who isn't obese will magically make that BS true. Kids are taught to test, not to think.
Go ahead, walk around a and ask a dozen people how to use a piece of equipment they use to do their job daily if you don't believe me. Ask 12 people using Word all day how to create a macro or install print drivers if you don't believe me.
We're doomed. The American culture will die fat and stupid with a jammed printer and we deserve it.
Two words -legitimate rape. That guy is one of our leaders. With no idea how human procreation works.

Because my BFF is so very, very awesome.

Happy Swing a Chicken Over Your Head Day

Its a thing.
Its also Mists of Panderia release day.  Yeah, I reactivated my account.

The Lulz

I've received this type of message a few times and it always makes me giggle.  Messages on a fetish site where someone informs me that they notice that i am owned and aren't going to speak to me because they respect that and don't want to come between me and my Master.

Cute.

I have good news! You do not need to worry you will come between me and my Master.  That is not ever going to happen.  I love and adore him more than words can express and, believe it or not, the fact that some random dude on the internet wants to fuck me isn't going to change that.  Hard to believe, I know.

As much as i appreciate out of the blue messages from total strangers, who I was previously unaware of and unconcerned with the very existence of, informing me that they will not be contacting me, the much easier and faster route to this goal would simply be not messaging me at all in the first place.  If I didn't message you, you don't actually need to take any time at all to tell me I won't be hearing from you.  I don't care. Really.  Don't let that "Is Daughtry just biding her time in life waiting with bated breath for a message from me?" fear keep you up at night.  I'm good. 

If for some reason I do drop you a note, that note will contain the entire sentiment I wish to express.  Its pretty rare for me to do this via private message on fetish sites because I only tend to frequent them for the publicly visible bits, and I will just post there.  But if it does happen, there isn't a secret agenda.  I'm not trying to be subtle. Whatever I said... exactly what I meant.  And that's it.  Telling you "Hey, the movie you are trying to think of was Mannequin 2." is not subtext for I want your cock.  (It may be subtext for "Your taste in movies is appalling.") 

The fact that I say/do/post/mention something that makes you want to fuck me does not make that feeling mutual.  Unless you're my husband.  He is the sum total of who I actually WANT to fuck.

OK, America, I Give Up

I just saw a picture of someone who had tattooed a saying from 50 Shades of Grey on their chest.  I've also seen a bunch of Twilight tattoos.

Oh, and on any given day people are more interested in white trash reality TV than our national election process.  People are more likely to recognize a Kardashian than their Congressman,

Which might be why so many think a Vice Presidential candidate who thinks forced birth is ok espousing prayer in school.

That's it.  I give up hope. We're too far gone. 

On the upside, my knowledge of stringed instruments will allow me to play the fiddle while New Rome burns. 

Butt Cramp!

I had a long run yesterday. The usual spot in my back hurts. And my ass. Which is basically my left IT Band is being a bitch. Well, they're pretty tight on both sides, despite all the extra stretches and breaking down the scar tissue (which HURTS).

Leading to butt cramps.