Author: Dan Dickinson

11.25 lbs

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As of 5:45 this morning (according to my mother; I don’t recall the exact time) I am 32 years old. I have grown by 1900% since then. That’s right…I was 11 pounds, 4oz. Thanks again mom!

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I took today off, and am taking the next couple of days off as well. My plan is to do as little as possible for those three days while still keeping my sanity (I have to do something or I’ll utterly lose my mind). A newspaper, an almond croissant, one of my favourite movies (Last Of The Mohicans), a veggie burger, a leisurely crawl through my feeds, a documentary (The Devil’s Miner*), some gadget-y playtime (I managed to make my Zen act as a USB host and pull pictures off my camera by, uh, plugging it in) and some quality time with the cats…not a bad day so far. It’s only gonna get better too: having dinner tonight with CBGB.

I can’t imagine I’ll be able to keep up the sloth thing for two more days. If the weather’s nice I think I’ll head over to the islands tomorrow…maybe see if I can figure out our new wide-angle lens.

*I feel particularly good about having watched this…it’s a Zip movie that’s been sitting on my shelf since March 12. It’s the only substantial thing I plan to accomplish today.

[tags]birthday, last of the mohicans, the devil’s miner, sloth[/tags]

A few more broken limbs and hellish weeks at work should do it

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Status du fatblogging:

  • Original weight: 233
  • Weight last week: 229.5
  • Weight this week: 226

Uhhh…ok. Not being able to exercise all week clearly didn’t hurt me as much as not having time to eat normal meals helped me. Still, that’s not sustainable. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to run again once the swelling goes down and I’m in the hard cast.

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We’ve eaten two straight meals on the balcony. The weather’s been perfect for it, and now that we can grill things without fear of explosions I think we’ll be out there even more. Nellie popped down to St. Lawrence Market yesterday for some fruit (which we had this morning with breakfast) and some tofu. We heard there was a booth there that makes tofu palatable, so we tried a place called Ying Ying Soy Food. It was actually really good; one type Nellie grilled in bbq sauce, the other was left plain, and both were tasty. Throw in some grilled veggies and bread and a bottle of white…’twas a good night.

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One more thing: happy birthday, T-Bone!!

[tags]fatblogging, bbq[/tags]

It was pretty funny when H-Simp punched N-Flan

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I’m liking my new blog template. If you notice any bugs (beyond the broken links in the consumption/mp3 widgets in the sidebar; already noticed those ones) let me know.

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The Simpsons Movie (imdb | rotten tomatoes): pretty good. Little dopey toward the end, but solid laughs throughout. Much more sophisticated visuals than I’m used to seeing in the show, and humour a little more in the pratfall/timing style of the early seasons than in the more recent absurdist style. Good escapism for sure.

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Daily Dose of Imagery has (yet another) very cool shot of downtown Toronto, including our condo. The perspective is misleading; our building (on the far left) is actually dwarfed by the big bank towers).

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The whole athlete nickname thing where they use their first initial and the first syllable of their last name (e.g., A-Rod, J-Kidd, T-Mac, etc.) has gone too far. It was already silly when it got to J-Dub, but now that it’s reached Man-Ram, it’s just torn the ass out of the whole thing.

[tags]wordpress templates, simpsons movie, daily dose of imagery, toronto, athlete nicknames, manny ramirez[/tags]

I want off

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I left work about 90 minutes ago. I ran down to Volo to meet Nellie and a friend, but the service was so slow I had to cancel my food order. I got plain M&Ms, the first thing I’d eaten since a croissant at 9:30. Now we’re waiting for the Simpson’s movie to start.

I’m not having fun.

[tags]simpsons movie[/tags]

Break. Break.

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Earlier tonight a muscle in my forearm cramped, under the splint/wrap. I tore the whole rig off and tried to massage it out. It hurt like bejeezus. I can’t wait for that to happen when I have the hard cast on.

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I have three days of vacation coming up next week.  Even though I’ll be in this cast and tied to my blackberry, I can’t fucking wait. I really cannot.

[tags]broken bone, vacation[/tags]

In which I am a sook

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Ooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww this hurts. More Advil, please.

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Very cool: the Walk Score, which tells you how convenient your neighbourhood is (for walking to things). Our current home scored a very high 80, and our previous place scored a 73. Friends of ours with houses scored 62 and 51 respectively, pretty good considering the suburbs seem to net scores in the 20s.

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El snappo

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I don’t know what all that stuff up there means, but it’s broken. Slight fracture in the smaller bone in my arm. Less serious than a fracture in the bigger bone, up by the thumb, but they still need to confirm there’s no break there next week. It’s in a soft cast now, but when I go back next week they’ll put it in a hard cast.  Hard cast should last about 6 weeks, so I’ll have to push them to get it off before we go away in September. Don’t want to shlep luggage with a cast on…

[tags]broken wrist[/tags]

How ironic…the one time I want to punch somebody…

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I am not a happy man. Nor am I fully functional. While playing basketball tonight, some fuckwit, some asshat we don’t even know or like or want to play with, he does his signature move: he runs into me at full tilt, shoulder first. I go flying (230 pound guys do not fly readily, so you can imagine how hard this smacktard hit me) and land awkwardly on my wrist. I get up and swear at him a bit but keep playing, thinking I just jammed it. After a few seconds, though, I can tell this isn’t just a jam. I can’t dribble the ball. It’s hurt. I get the ball and I’m open so I take the shot. It goes in, but my wrist goes from numbness to searing pain. It’s hurt bad.

I can’t bear the thought of losing or letting this twat think he knocked me out of the game, so I finish, playing with one hand. Playing badly. To make this guy just a little bit more of a shitbag, he won’t play defense…he just cherry picks. So I hang back on offense to guard against that, and make sure to bump him a few times whenever possible. My team picks it up and we win the game. I get my bag and leave. My wrist is swollen as hell. I can’t even open my bottle to pour some cold water on it. Frosty kindly gives me a ride to a major intersection where I can catch a cab. Even getting myself and my gym bag into a taxi using only my left hand is a chore.

Now, as I (very, very slowly) type this with my left hand, my right hand is stuck at a 30 degree angle, pointing toward the floor. Moving a finger hurts. I can’t even pick up my Blackberry, let alone hold it. It’s probably not broken, but it’s clearly not functional. Obviously this is not my summer. I need to find a cave.

The worst part is that I wanted to tell this fuck not to play. We all did. None of us wanted him there, but we were all too nice to say it. If I’d said it my wrist would be fine. So let that be a lesson to you, kids. Never be afraid to tell an asshole that he’s an asshole.

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On a sunnier note, my feeds tonight produced excellent examples of irony, balls, wit and whimsy.

And now, back to the pain. ‘Night, everybody.

[tags]wrist injury, basketball, polyps, darjeeling limited[/tags]

I swear, I did not have relations with that virus

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For those of you who received spim from me today, I swear, I did not give my credentials to that website. I clicked on the link, yes, because I wasn’t really paying attention, but I didn’t sign in. I’m not that dumb.

How it started spamming as me, I have no idea. I blame IE. I have since changed MSN to launch Firefox from now on when I click links.

[tags]MSN, virus[/tags]

Really, they're both about rejection…

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I just saw two tshirts on the street that I really, really want.

The first one had a picture of Mr. T imposed over a normal distribution graph. At the top it said “Mr. T test”; at the bottom it said something like “I pity the fool who rejects my null hypothesis!” I couldn’t quite read the small print as the wearer was cycling away from me, but I still laughed out loud on the street.

The second one was very simple, and will only make sense if you watch Entourage: it had a drawing of Kevin Dillon’s head with the word “DRAMA” in block letters underneath.

I have two questions: where can I get those, and give them to me.

[tags]mr. t, kevin dillon, johnny drama, entourage, tshirts[/tags]