Showing posts with label Death Clock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death Clock. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2025

It'd be safest if you ran.

In 2007, the Death Clock said I will die Monday, October 7, 2047.

Now it says I will die Wednesday, May 7, 2042.

What the fuck, Death Clock?

I don't want to die on a Wednesday.

Seriously, though, and to paraphrase Logan 5, "Do I get my five years back?"

Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 28:09
Pace: 9:04

Now avoiding all the pre-Halloween Halloween candy in the office. And yet, at home I have started just putting things into my mouth. When it's the other half of the banana I had as part of breakfast, okay, I guess. When you are putting away the leftovers and decide, at the end of the night, to have another "little" bowl of pasta and sauce, that is not okay, that is weirdly compulsive.

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 50°
Climate: overcast & cool
Mood: all right

He's got legs.
He knows how to use them.
Capsule review: FRANKENSTEIN (2025)
Given the essential subject matter and also popular trends in gothic horror this film featured a surprising lack of dong.


Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 161 lbs. (-9.0)

It's cool and damp, but the sun is shining so brightly. An indoor run would be a crime.

Planks: yes
Push-ups: yes
Sit-Ups: yes

Spooky Workout Mix
Rasputin (Club Mix) - Boney M. ft. G. Mart
Mother - Danzig
Sick, Sick, Sick - Queens of the Stone Age
Blood in the Cut - K.Flay
Into The Void - Nine Inch Nails
Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? - Revolting Cocks
Tooth - Lady Gaga

Shit, got some new ideas for the Monster Bash Mix.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The muscles flex and the fingers curl.

I will die on Monday, October 7, 2047. Or says the Death Clock. I find this difficult to believe - dying at the age of 79 - as half my family has a history of longevity. The other half ... well, I don't know, Dad is adopted as has never sought out his birth parents. But he's 72 already, in spite of living his adult life on the heavy side and smoking until he was 40.

I quit when I was 32, if you must know. In any case, if you hadn't noticed, I run, which I figure will win back some of the days or years I lost through bad habits. Of course, they're saying now that having a son will give you an early grave, if you are a mother. But I act like a mother so I assume the boy will kill me.

I had a dream last night that I told someone I had once climbed Mount Everest. I can't remember what the point of the conversation was, and I've never climbed Everest, I've only read Into Thin Air. I think what I meant was I have run a marathon, which to me, once upon a time, was as likely.

Anyway, squeezed a fast one in (that sounds nasty, doesn't it) between bath time and bedtime. I seem to have slowed from one run every two, to every three days. My left ankle has been acting up, I haven't been stretching enough before these evening runs.

Stats:
Distance: 3.25 miles
Weight: 168.5 lbs.
Stretches: a little, not enough
Dinner: spaghetti & meat sauce, broccoli, greens, Kalamata olive bread with butter, water
Drink: Accelerade
Start Time: 8.30 pm
Temperature: 64º
Weather: warm & misty

Playlist:
Jazzhole - Free The Robots
Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac
Street Life - Roxy Music
The New Style - The Beastie Boys
Breaking The Girl - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Strict Time - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
3 A.M. Eternal (Live at the S.S.L.) - The KLF
Cooldown: Making Plans for Nigel - XTC