I’ve been thinking it all day and I have to tell someone.

 

Hell hath no fury like an astronaut scorned.

 

This is why I need Conan O’Brien’s job. Incidentally, have you read this bit of brilliance?

I’ve been having all sorts of weird and specific dreams lately. Last night I dreamt that in the middle of some crazy rain storm or something, I met the guy writes/draws the Superman comic book, and he was Italian, and I spent a good deal of time explaining to him why the Doonesbury comic strip was so amazing. Which it is. But still….  Also I’m pretty sure I met him in a treehouse and finished talking to him in the front yard of my childhood home in CT. There were other people there but I dont remember any of them.

AND now proving my dream point!Today’s Doonesbury:

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Seriously – how on earth did it take me this long to try yoga. I’m a pretty with it guy. I’m not afraid of Indian culture. I saw Monsoon Wedding. I worship India Quality in Kenmore Sq. I’d shop at the Quickie Mart if I could. Gandhi was kind of awesome. But yoga did evade me. Was it my irrational fear of yoga mats?

Anyway, I love a good body high more than the average person. And yoga hits you with one, let me tell you. And I’m doing Bikram Yoga, which is 105 degree yoga. And this morning I only almost passed out once! (fricken camel pose) As much as I love the obnoxious narcissism of weight training and the intellectual stimulation of an elliptical trainer mixed with the “Club TV” music video network…  this was out there waiting for me and I accept.

So pass the Smart Water life, what else you got?

(And it was a little odd waking up early on a Sunday to be somewhere at 9am, and not have that place be a restaurant job, perhaps even one where I was once written up for properly articulating why I disliked working brunch. Although we did have lots of very cool brunch regulars – but seriously you ever had to fill ketchup bottles?)