I think most of my friends – on Facebook, primarily, since I’ve yet to be able to procure a pair of Google Glasses and therefore am not (yet) able to pester share my profound wisdom (you know what, even I think that that’s laying it on a bit thick), I mean, share what I’m sure will be part of the golden search history related to my name in the future – are starting to tire of me and my fanaticism.
(Though I do think that as far as “fanaticism” goes, mine is tolerable.)

Anyway, my current obsession is the ALS IBC, or “the Ice Bucket Challenge”, simply put. By now, I doubt there’s anyone unaware of what the ALS IBC is (with the possible exception of my parents who’s primary source of social media hype is my blog and as I have yet to post about it, they’ve probably not seen or heard anything related to it; that will change), but to recap – because, as my all of my high school teachers discovered not too long into my first semester, and thereafter chided me oft’ times for, I have a flare for writing long sentences with an infinite amount of subordinate clauses and parentheses – it’s, kind of, a gimmick created by the ALS Association to help spread awareness of Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (often referred to as Lou Gehrig’s Disease). 

In itself, it is a worthy cause. I have been fortunate to have been spared any personal experience of many of the life-taking diseases that still exist, but I’m not unaware of them, nor of what they do to those affected directly or indirectly by them. 

(Forgive me): An oh-so-shallow but “nice” side-effect (that felt awkward typing) of the ALS stratagem, is that a lot of celebrities have picked up on it, posting videos all over the great world wide web showing them being drenched in bucket of ice cold water by their “loved ones”. 
A lot of my favorite celebrities have already accepted the challenge and even better, they keep challenging each other. I’ve already had the pleasure of watching Tom Hiddleston, on an admittedly unhealthy loop, “taking the bucket”. Earlier today I also saw Chris Hemsworth getting iced and as if that wasn’t as close to Mount Olympus/Nirvana/Middle Earth and Hogwarts as I’ve ever been, he then challenged CHRIS EVANS (yes, that’s all bolded caps, that’s how excited I am!) and Jeremy Renner! Tom also challenged Benedict Cumberbatch and Luke Evans, so you can obviously see why I’m enjoying this side-effect, right? 

The newest ALS IBC I’ve seen is that of Misha Collins (again, forgive me for I am about to take another plunge into the shallow end of the pool), and I have always enjoyed his tweetisms, but this was one of the few non-SPN related videos with him I’ve seen and I can’t get over how different his voice sounds from that of Castiel. 
It’s like watching a poorly dubbed, foreign movie…

And as far as “gimmicks” goes, this one has been really succesful: the last I saw, it had raised $15 million in donations!!

“It’s smaller on the outside”

I could’ve gone the easy way, naming this post “It’s bigger on the inside“, but I figure that the Doctor rarely takes the easy way out (or ever; tough that’s not always up to him, nor his companions) and that is why I decided to consult my copy of “The Quotable Doctor Who” (I did predict that it’d come in handy, didn’t I?) and so I found this… umm… different… but suitable… quote. That… I, umm, found. 

Let’s move on. At a brisk pace.

Anyway. I’ve been waiting for a very specific package for what feels like your slightly-longer-than-average eternity and, finally, this Thursday, while I was hovering at my kitchen window, waiting for the postman to bring to light what was in his satchel (…his bicycle basket), I SAW it! 
I saw the rather inconspicuous opaque plastic parcel which I knew contained what I’d so long longed for (that is a workable sentence):

It’s my very own, wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey tote bag! :D 

It’s handmade by the incredibly talented Katarzyna, also known as Koroa on (among other things) RedBubble, which is where I found this piece of wearable art that I am now madly in love with.
…As far as being in love with inanimate objects go, that is. 


Never give in, never give up!

Running day.

When my alarm went off this morning, all I wanted to do was to pull the covers over my head and stay in bed. It didn’t help that I had one cat on the pillow next to me, purring softly as she could tell that I was awake, and the other curled up on my back. (Tiny saboteurs!)

But I took a deep breath, and reminded myself that “when you least feel like it, that’s when you need it the most”, softly whispered “food!” to my cats – that always gets them running – got up, got my Nikes on and went out. I’ll admit that it was far from my best run and I’m really glad that my mom couldn’t hear me (she already thinks I curse too much), but at least I did it, I didn’t give in.

And I was actually told by a friend today, that I looked fit and healthy, which made me really happy! I know I still have a way to go before I’ve reached my goal, but hearing someone else tell me that they’ve noticed a difference is pretty awesome!


Image via BeFitPhotos @ Tumblr

I Am Groot!

Today, my brother and I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy at the movies. It’s been praised all over the internet, had an (unusually!) interesting trailer and starred some of my favorite actors and actresses (Zoe Saldana, Vin Diesel, Michael RookerGlenn Close and way too many others to list all of  ‘em) and even cameos by  Nathan Fillion (voice only, but still), Stan Lee and Howard the Duck!

It was a beautiful movie – the settings, the effects… Groot!
love Groot! I’ve never been very good at picking just one favorite, and GotG is no exception; a lot of the characters really came alive in the interactions with others, but Groot! Oh, Groot! Not only was he voiced by Vin Diesel (whom I love oh-so-much and have since Pitch Black), but his amazing design was… Well, amazing. And I love how Vin managed to make every “I am Groot” have a different meaning just by how he’d emphasize the words.

I loved just seeing Dave Bautista again, back in the day he was one of my favorite WWE wrestlers – I felt downright nostalgic seeing him bust a few familiar moves! And his character, Drax, was really enjoyable, too!

Of course, it didn’t hurt that GotG kinda, sorta, reminded me of Firefly; you know, with the protagonist being a loud-mouth space cowboy with a golden heart hidden, somewhat deep, inside (this would be Chris Pratt‘s Star Lord/Fillion’s Capt’n Mal), the even loud-mouthier, slightly gun-crazed good guy with a golden heart hidden really deep inside (this would, of course, be Bradley Cooper‘s Rocket and Adam Baldwin‘s Jayne) and a strong female character that could probably kick all of the previously mentioned space cowboys’ booties (Zoe Saldana’s Gamora/Gina Torres‘ Zoe) without breaking much of a sweat…


Back in my Nikes

Today I finally went for a jog after two weeks of not being able to (at first I wasn’t supposed to, to give my tattoo time to heal, but while it healed pretty quickly, my poor toes did not).

My cardio was… What’s a nice way to put it? Devastatingly poor. I get it, I hadn’t been jogging for long before I got my tattoo, which should mean, I guess, that going back to square one was to be expected. That doesn’t necessarily mean that I accept it. Well, not willingly anyway.

This week also marks my third week of going to the gym, three days a week. I’m really proud of myself – and happy – I mean, if someone had asked me a few months ago, if I could even picture myself going to the gym, under any other circumstances than being dragged there, I would probably have looked at them as if they were insane.

I’m going to break the Law of Jante and say that I think I have a pretty good core strenght, and pretty awesome leg strenght.
But I have virtually no strenght at all in my arms. I can’t even muster a single push up, which is why I’ve been doing some YouTube studying.

Behold my homework:

I don’t know how long it’ll take me, but by golly, I WILL be able to do a “proper” push up!


Fantastic! (- as said by the 9th Doctor)

The Doctors are in! (I apologize, that was a really lame excuse of a joke and I am aware of it.)

AnyWho! (Again, sorry ’bout that…)
Today I feel as if one of the chambers of my two metaphorical hearts (metaphorical, of course, since I’m unfortunately NOT a Time Lord and therefore only have one heart) is filled to the brim with joy! See, I got myself the first and second season of Doctor Who as either a fairly early or a very late birthday gift to myself.

I also found this really neat book, The Quotable Doctor Who, which I find to have a quote for every situation to ever occur, which is why I’ve decided to, from now on, always carry it with me, you know,  for those inevitable awkward conversations where you don’t know what to say. After all, you can never go wrong when quoting the Doctor.


“but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.” – John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I caved.

I’ve seen sooooo much of this “Okay? Okay.” and “Maybe okay will be our ‘always'” stuff lately that I finally gave up and booked The Fault in Our Stars at the library.
I didn’t really have a good reason not to, I mean, the local library is literally only 37½ paces away – I get these weird notions, sometimes, so yeah, one day I actually counted how many steps there are between the very outside of my door to the library’s: 37½ mid-length paces, but I could probably have taken longer strides.

I’ve been doing lots and lots of reading lately, the weather’s been horrific very, very warm so I’ve spent a lot of afternoons (mornings are for JWG – jogging, walking and gym)  on the balcony working my way through my very extensive Books to read-list, so I figured I had time for a “stray”, i.e. a book that’s not technically on the list.

I haven’t gotten that far yet, but I’m pleasantly surprised by what I’ve read so far. And I don’t mean that in a negative way, it’s just that I have this thing where I’m usually very anti everything popular, since I’ve been burned by “the hype” lots of times before (most recently by the The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones – the movie – which only redeeming quality was that Jamie Campbell Bower was pretty cute in it).
The thing is, you can’t really avoid spoilers (for anything) anymore and unless I’m the one actively looking up spoilers, I hate them. And this book has a lot of spoilers e v e r y w h e r e, which is why I decided that it was about time I read it, before I no longer “had to”.

If someone, somewhere – with internet access – has somehow managed to avoid hearing/reading/seeing lots of stuff about The Fault in Our Stars (I don’t know how that’s even possible considering that the book was, among other things, voted Amazon Best Book of the Month, January 2012, and there’s also a really hyped movie playing in the theaters right now), it’s a John Green novel, I think it’s YA (young adult), centering around 17-year-old, terminal Hazel Grace.
Hazel Grace is clinically depressed – as you might expect from a teenager living on borrowed time – and so she is, more or less, forced into a Cancer Survival Group by her mom. This is where she meets another young cancer survivor, Augustus Waters. What happens when the two meet is what the story’s all about and, out of fear of revealing too much, I won’t even try to give a short, captivating description (I’m pretty sure I’d end up giving away too much, since I am, myself, tainted by all I’ve read and been forced to watch – seriously, YouTube, it is not cool to show movie trailers without the option of skipping it!) and, like I said, unless you’ve been living under a rock with no internet access, you probably already know just as much as I do.

Although I’ve already realized that this book will probably end in heartache, I can’t help but reminisce Ron’s (from Harry Potter) words of wisdom: “you’re gonna suffer… but you’re gonna be happy about it.”
Yeah, that’s not something I’ve come up with, it’s practically Tumblr’s tagline for TFiOS. 

This, below, is the copy I borrowed as number 26 in a long line of readers. Still can’t believe the library has a signed copy of the book.