After hearing all the fuss that went on about True Detective and having the whole season stashed away on my hard drive for “one of those days”, I was hooked after the first few episodes. Of course, having the lovely Alexandra Daddario appear in the opening episodes didn’t hurt to prod people along the plotline, but after that, I believe it was hook, line, and sinker.
Bravo Matthew McConaughey and Woody Allen. I struggle to think how they will top season one, akin to how amazing House of Cards has managed that feat.
But, we’ll see.
With our season behind us and none of the old boys able to commit (yay to planned parenthood), that leaves my Tuesday evenings free again. Ergo, time to get serious with my rehab.
Rather bizarrely, my new orthopaedic surgeon doesn’t seem to think that there’s anything wrong with my surgically repaired knee despite his best attempts at eliciting some form of pain response. Left with no other option, we’re obviously going to have an MRI scan done to be doubly sure.
Straighten those knees! I want to see those hips tighten up!
I must have contorted myself into some weird-as-shit looking positions this evening at yoga. There isn’t really an IF, I know that I’m going to be very, very, sore tomorrow.
Considering I locked up and cramped midway through a pose, and then did some proper running around at badminton right after that, yeah, it’s a given.
This would be so great right now. Winter is starting to set in; it’s rainy, it’s 8º freaking degrees, and I’m covered up like a wooly mammoth. But apart from that, it’s like old times.
My annual flu bout is just beginning to seep in. Nowadays it’s pseudo, tissues, lots of warm tea, and time spent under the sheets.
That being said, this article about Mexico’s notorious dug & cartel industry is fascinating, if not a little long.
Lebron, Wade, & Bosh need to take my man under their wings and teach him how to mix and match