Oi, Hoi Polloi

Hey All,

While I was waiting for T-shirts to wash today, I did a whole lot of barbells.

Strangely enough I can do 25 reps of five Kilos each side pretty easily, but when it is ten kilos a side I can only manage about ten.

Maybe I should have invested in a smaller increment of weight. Going up five ki's at at time might have been a little hubristic.

Nevermind.

Random Thought (probably suitable for the Rants Page K told me to put up):

If Brokeback Mountain is always called The Gay Cowboy Movie, why isn't Capote known as The Gay Novelist Movie?

Is a Gay Cowboy something of a Man Bites Dog, while a Gay Novelist is just a given?

It's kind of funny, I don't recall seeing a member of the Village People wearing a cravate and holding a typewriter.

Maybe my readers who've been to Mardi Gras in Sydney can tell me if there is a Novelist Float.

/Random Thought

I had a play with the Learn Italian programme late last night. It has a function whereby you can record your voice repeating the vocab to compare your accent.

I think I'll have to get into the habit of firing it up during the day, so that neither of my flatmates are kept awake by me shouting in Italian.

Because you can't learn Italian Quietly.

Anyways, I'm getting turfed out.

When I get home I might burn a copy of the Gentle Ben CD K sent me and pass it to the What's Cookin' Folks.

Gotta Go,

Over and out.

J