So from now on, in all equations involving Pi, just round up to exactly 3.15, mmmkay?
Because yesterday I had intended to run like 8 miles; but then it started to rain and thunder and Ian and Teh 'Bride were all: "Boombies3! You can't run in this!1!" And I agreed it would be unwise.
So instead, I did 13 miles on Morrissey, my pussy-@$$ recumbent exercise bike. And then of course, in the afternoon, the rain and boombies stopped, so I decided, what the hey — might as well do a Pi run on Pi day.
And so I did. But, due to the above-mentioned SNAFU4, I ran 3.15 miles. And so, by Glavenic Fiat, that is now Pi.
Fucking5 Xenia with her fucking Mothering Day post has had me sitting around all weekend like a total pussy listening to some of Teh 'Mom's favorite songs; it started Friday afternoon at work, because I was alone in the IT office and could listen to youtube while I worked on the library's web site.
My Dear Departed Sainted Irish Catholic Ma loved the Moody Blues, and this song in particular could cast a Merlin's Spell over her:
And so now, today, it's raining (off and on) and nasty and kinda miserable out and I could go for the 6 mile run I had planned, but I'm not gonna. I'll do some yoga and then, this being my late day, just go upstairs and sit on the sofa and watch soap operas and miss Teh 'Mom and sniffle and blow my nose into tissues which I'll then stuff up my sleeve and just generally be all, Hello, Mom, are you there? It's me,
"And so who's the pussy-@$$ now?" asks Morrissey Teh Pussy-@$$ Recumbent Bike.
FUCK YOU, Morrissey Teh Pussy-@$$ Recumbent Bike!
1 Or, for my southern readers, I do declare! Lawsy!
2 Yes, the very same MapMyRun that is Dr. Nic's mortal enemy, his nemesis, the Lex Talionis to his SeptuagintMan. MapMyRun figures prominently in Dr. Nic's Origin Story, which, if you're not familiar with it, what fucking rock have you been living under, huh? GEEZ!1! I mean, the guy lives in Wisconsin! NOBODY lives there by choice! And yeah, Sherlock, MapMyRun is the main reason Dr. Nic lives in Wisconsin and can't leave because if he does he'll lose his license to practice full-release "medicine" — aka, Man-Whoo-wery — and, also, his right to own and operate a dairy farm (in Wisconsin, it's the exact same license — THANKS SO MUCH ex-Governor Tommy Thompson with your dumb-ass cost saving measures! Man, why are ALL people named Tom/Thomas/Tommy such DICKS2a!1!).
2a Not you, Peachy Escargot, unless you don't read this post, in which case YOU'RE A TOTAL F*CKING DICK!1!
3 Ian was deathly afraid of thunder as a baby and this is what he called it. And so of course we still call thunder that. Because we're all kinda developmentally arrested, is why.
4 SNAF=Stupid Numbers! Arrrrrghhh!! Fuck U!1!
5Adjective, not gerund.