Marathon Training
Posted on April 29, 2008 @ 7:13 am

Last week was my first week of 28 weeks of walking marathon training. I’m starting so far ahead because I:

1. Want to.
2. I need to get some miles under my belt before it gets really serious.

I have a spreadsheet with what I am supposed to do for the week and then what I actually did.

Last week was supposed to be:

Mon- Rest Day
Tues- 3 miles
Wed- 2 miles
Thurs- 3 miles
Friday Cross Train
Sat- 3 miles
Sun- 4 miles

What I actually did:
Mon- 4.4 miles
Tues- 0
Wed- 0
Thurs- 0
Friday 6.8 miles
Sat- 7.7 miles
Sun- 3.1 miles

I’m on track for this week. Monday was the rest day. . . :)

I ended up doing more total miles than the schedule. . . but a question for the more experienced people out there. If I am scheduled to only do 3 miles, but I want to do 7 because I am enjoying myself. . . will that mess me up? And will it mess me up if I miss a few of my short 2 and 3 mile days here and there?

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End of an era. Last night of the Just One Club
Posted on @ 6:54 am

The last many Mondays, a few of us have ended up at the pub for ‘just one’ that has turned into too many.

Ross is off to America to take a job in the NYC office, so last night was the last Just One Club.

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Or, to be more accurate. . . the last night of The Just One with Ross there.

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This Daniel character*
Posted on @ 12:13 am

. . .that keeps leaving comments like, “I couldn’t understand some parts of this article xxx, but I guess I just need to check some more resources regarding this, because it sounds interesting.” just really needs to get fucked because he is a lame-ass can of spam and I am TIRED of him.

DANIEL! MATE! WHOMEVER THE MOTHERFUCK YOU ARE! STEP OFF BITCH!

Why you ask is Nicole going bonkers?  *87% of her spam comments are from a Daniel person that says something like, ” I didn’t understand what you were saying about  BLAH-BLAH-BLAH (insert random blog post title here) but I will check and—– aghhhhh Nicole shoots herself in he head in the first case of self-inflicted spam-rage.

Spam-rage. I warn ya- It ain’t pretty. Had a friend that made a joke about the gooey jelly gunk surrounding the meat product that is spam. . . He called it after spam. I wonder what Daniel, that spamalishness spam-stud freak will find to say about after spam. . .”

Something tells me it would be. “I couldn’t understand portions of your article about after-spam but I need to look into it more. Happy Tuesday!**

**Those of you that don’t blog do not know the pain that those of us that do go through weeding out the BS from the 1% normal folks that are real actual living breathing creatures and not spiders. If you don’t know what I mean by spider, look it up. I’m too tired (drunk) to explain. . .

Until tomorrow. . . And– Happy Tuesday.

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Quote of the day
Posted on April 27, 2008 @ 12:19 pm

Stuart: Why do you think I’m a bad person?

Nicole: I don’t think you’re a bad person.

Stuart: You think that I’m just out to antagonize you. . . And that’s not strictly true. . .

Nicole laughs, looks for her note book and scribbles something down.

Stuart: Why are you laughing? No. . . don’t write that down! I hate when you– why is that funny? You’re going to blog this aren’t you?

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Porn: Part Three
Posted on April 23, 2008 @ 10:58 pm

I wrote this ten page play a million and two years ago. We did it in a little theatre in the Valley and my Ex (every girl has a capital E ex) directed it. The funny part was he was the one who had given me the purple dildo (got your attention now don’t I) and hadn’t dealt well with my mirth at the time but when the audiance howled at that bit- realised he had acted and chosen. . . poorly.

Another thing to note at this time in the world when this was composed search GoTo.com was the game. We were it. Google was not yet a verb. And adult advertisers. . . were a necessary evil.

I give you. . .

A LARRY BY ANY OTHER NAME

By Nicole Thomas

CHARACTERS

ERICA
SUSAN
LINDA

PLACE

An Internet search engine customer service department in Los Angeles

TIME

The Present

ERICA sits at her desk, her fingers poised over her computer keyboard. SUSAN sits two seats over at her desk. They are both wearing telephone headsets.

ERICA
Thank you for calling Mega Search dot com. List your site and we’ll bring you traffic. Erica speaking, how can I help you?. . . Okay, let’s take a look. What’s your account number? . . . Okay, the reason you can’t find your web site listed under “shaved pussy” is because you haven’t requested to have that search term.

Susan looks at Erica and laughs. Erica crosses her eyes.

ERICA (cont.)
Sir?. . . Well I guess it is a popular term that people search for on the Internet so I would recommend you add it to your account. Just remember that you will need to have content on your site reflective of that term. . . . Yes sir, that would mean that you need to have women with shaved pubic hair on your Web site. . . Sir, that’s a rather personal question. . . Sir, I will not discuss what I shave or don’t shave with you.

LINDA enters holding a bouquet of flowers. She sets it on her desk between Susan and Erica.

SUSAN
What are those for?

LINDA
I don’t know.

SUSAN
Just because flowers. My favorite. Not that I ever got just because flowers, but if I did they would be my favorite. I think florists should create a “Just Because” holiday. Send flowers January fifth just because! Who sent them?

LINDA
I don’t know.

SUSAN
Yes you do. It’s one of your little harem boys.

ERICA
Sir, you can access all of your search terms online.

LINDA
I don’t know. Michael and Sean said they didn’t. Maybe it’s Harry. He’s been Im-ing me a lot lately. I hope it’s not him because I decided I don’t like him. He has a really big head.

SUSAN
He is full of himself.

LINDA
No, I mean, he really has a really big head.

ERICA
Hold one moment please.
Erica puts the caller on hold.

ERICA (cont.)
This guy wants me to read off all of his search terms. Blech!

She takes the caller off hold.

ERICA (cont.)
Okay sir, are you ready? Sex, sexy sluts, amateur sexy sluts, amateur wife sexy slut whores, big tits, little tits, Asian tits, little Asian tits, Asian slut whores, sex with fruit, sex with vegetables, sex with Dalmations. . .

SUSAN
I can’t remember the last time I got flowers. I didn’t even get them last Valentines Day.

LINDA
What did you get?

SUSAN
A big purple dildo.

Linda laughs.

LINDA
A purple dildo!

ERICA
No sir, you do not have “purple dildo”. My co-worker was just telling a joke.

SUSAN
That’s exactly what I did. How can you open a present, look down and see a big purple dildo without laughing? But he got angry.

LINDA
Because it made you laugh.

SUSAN
We were having problems. He just didn’t think I took it seriously enough. It’s very nice as purple dildos go. Silicon. Easy to clean.

LINDA
Didn’t realize there was a difference.

SUSAN
I’m still not sure how he wanted me to react.

LINDA
Maybe you were supposed to feel really horny at the site of it and be overwhelmed with lust.

ERICA
What am I wearing? Sir, I’m going to have to release the call now. I’m sorry. No! It was not good for me!

Erica rips off her headset.

ERICA (cont.)
Why are the porn guys so creepy?

SUSAN
They’re not all creepy. Once, I had a porn guy who was really shy about his search terms. He kept saying the p word instead of pussy. Hairy p word, black p word, Asian p word. It was really sweet.

ERICA
I need to find a new job. When they told us we would need to look at adult content they didn’t say anything about being used for phone sex.

Erica notices Linda’s flowers.

ERICA (cont.)
Who gave you the flowers?

SUSAN
She doesn’t know.

ERICA
Bullshit.

LINDA
Why is that so hard to believe?

SUSAN
She hopes it’s not Harry because he has a really big head.

ERICA
Come on, who sent them?

LINDA
I honestly don’t know.

ERICA
I hate you.

LINDA
You hate me? What does that mean?

ERICA
It means you get to choose. Most of us don’t get to choose.

SUSAN
You’re depressing me.

LINDA
What do I get to choose?

ERICA
I was only with a guy once who I liked as much as he liked me. Your net is so much broader than ours. You’re bound to get lobster while Susan and I get sardines.

SUSAN
But I don’t like lobster.

LINDA
So what are you doing? Why are you with Frank?

SUSAN
She loves him now, even though at first she thought he was repulsive.

ERICA
I didn’t think he was repulsive.

SUSAN
You said, “He has scaly, smelly feet that repulse me.”

ERICA
His feet! His feet repulsed me. But I stuck around. Linda would be able to throw a scaly feet man back. Just like she’s throwing out Big-head Harry.

SUSAN
You know, I really don’t think it’s his big head that’s the problem.

LINDA
Thank you Susan. It has more to do with his character.

SUSAN
Actually I was going to say his jaw. He has a really long jaw, chin thing going.

LINDA
You act like I’ve never had my heart broken or been disappointed.

ERICA
It’s just not fair that you always get flowers. I’m your friend and I love you but sometimes I just want to shave your head.

LINDA
Oh, sweetie. Sometimes I want to shave your head too. I need to get my coffee. Does anyone want anything?

ERICA
Yeah, can you get me some tea with honey?

LINDA
Sure. Sooze?

SUSAN
No, I’m fine.

Linda exits.

ERICA
Why don’t you go get some coffee Susan?

SUSAN
Nobody wants to shave my head.

ERICA
What?

SUSAN
You know, the two of you just had that little moment. That little friend moment and I want to know why no one wants to shave my head.

ERICA
I do Susan. You annoy me so much sometimes that I want to shave your head.

SUSAN
You do!

ERICA
Yes. Especially right now.

SUSAN
Somehow this isn’t as friendly as you and Linda.

ERICA
Go get some coffee Sooze. Or some water.

SUSAN
Are you trying to get rid of me?

ERICA
No.

SUSAN
Then why are you sending me in search of liquid?

They both work.

ERICA
Who do you think sent her the flowers?

SUSAN
Maybe Dan?

ERICA
Dan’s gay.

SUSAN
Yeah, I know. But I don’t think he knows that yet.

Erica examines the flowers, looking for the card.

SUSAN (cont.)
What are you doing?

ERICA
I think she knows who they’re from.

SUSAN
So?

ERICA
So, why would she not tell us?

SUSAN
She doesn’t want us to know?

ERICA
Okay, yeah! But why doesn’t she want us to know?

SUSAN
Maybe she’s having a torrid affair with a married man.

ERICA
She would tell us.

SUSAN
A married woman?

Erica looks at Susan then grabs Linda’s purse and starts to look inside. Susan grabs the purse away.

SUSAN (cont.)
Erica, Linda is my favorite work friend. Next to you of course and I really don’t like. . . I don’t understand why you’re being so weird. They’re just flowers from a secret admirer. And if she does know and she doesn’t want to tell us, it’s really not any of our business.

ERICA
Maybe they’re from your boyfriend.

SUSAN
Excuse me?

ERICA
Makes sense doesn’t it? Every man that comes in 10 feet of Linda wants to fuck her. Frank kept going on about her after the Christmas party. What did Greg say?

SUSAN
Greg thought she was really sweet but that doesn’t mean. . .

Susan dumps the contents of the purse on her chair. They bend over and examine the contents of the purse: Lipstick, hairbrush, medication and a wallet. Susan holds up the medication reading it.

SUSAN (cont.)
Why would Linda be taking estrogen? She’s way too young to be getting hot flashes.

Erica flips through the wallet, sees something and stops. Susan bends her head closer to see what it is.

SUSAN (cont.)
Why is Linda wearing a suit and tie in that picture?

ERICA pulls out a library card.

ERICA
Larry Sweet.

SUSAN
Linda was a Larry?

Erica and Susan stare at each other as each realize. . .

SUSAN (cont.)
Well. That’s unexpected, isn’t it?

LINDA
(offstage)
Thanks, but I got it Harry. That’s very sweet Harry. Harry. Give me back my coffee cup.

They scramble to replace the contents of the purse and stash it where Linda left it. Just as they jump into their seats as Linda enters with a cup of coffee and tea.

LINDA
Here’s your tea sweetie.

ERICA
Thanks, thanks.

Erica and Susan type furiously.

ERICA (cont.)
I was reading something that surprised me. Did you know that 95% of porns are shot in The Valley?

LINDA
Really? I didn’t realize that.

ERICA
Yeah. Goes to show you. Your next door neighbor could be a porn star and you’d never know it.

SUSAN
Or a transvestite. I lived next door once to a transvestite paraplegic. That’s wrong. It wasn’t that she couldn’t move her legs. She just didn’t have any.

LINDA
Amputee?

SUSAN
Right! A transvestite amputee. She had the best boa. I think she was compensating for not having any shoes.

LINDA
Erica, do you have your portal inquiries from last week? I need to compile the report.

Erica hands Linda a manila folder.

LINDA (cont.)
Susan, did you do it?

SUSAN
I had nothing to do with it she made me!

LINDA
What are you talking about?

SUSAN
Nothing. What are you talking about?

LINDA
The portal inquiries.

SUSAN
Oh.

Susan hands Linda a manila envelope.

SUSAN (cont.)
I was just talking about one of those many things that Linda makes me do. That I don’t want to.

They work.

ERICA
It really is amazing that you could be living, working next to someone and not know who they are. You know?

LINDA
Did a porn star move into your neighborhood?

ERICA
No, I’ve just been thinking how we really don’t know the people around us. That sweet little old man you see might have been a nazi. The school teacher might be a sex addict. The gorgeous woman in the office that gets all the men and makes all the other women feel inferior might have had a sex change. It’s just interesting.

LINDA
Yeah. . .

Linda reaches for her bag and pulls out her medication. She notices Susan and Erica watching her very carefully. She looks into the bag then takes her medication and tosses the bag aside.

LINDA (cont.)
There’s something I need to tell you guys.

SUSAN
Oh, no you don’t.

LINDA
I do. I lied to you.
ERICA
Really Linda. It’s okay. We love you no matter what.

SUSAN
Yes we do. No matter what. Even if you were. . . and I’m just pulling this out of thin air. . . a man.

LINDA
Erica, your boyfriend sent me the flowers.

ERICA
Oh.

LINDA
And Greg tried to kiss me at the Christmas party.

SUSAN
Oh.

LINDA
You know, I feel so much better now that I’ve told you that.

Linda’s phone rings.

LINDA (cont.)
Thank you for calling Mega Search dot com, Linda speaking. Well let’s take a look. Your account number? Okay, most of your traffic is being directed to sorority sluts, but you’re getting a lot of activity on chicks with dicks. Yes sir, that’s a very popular site.

Susan looks at Erica.

SUSAN
Kind of gives you a new perspective on things, doesn’t it?

Black out.

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And the serpent (Al) said to Nicole, “Fancy a Pint?”
Posted on @ 6:20 am

Week one of my marathon training. Walked home Monday- 4.4 miles. Was supposed to do it again last night but let’s just say that didn’t happen and was a lazy thing this morning even though I woke up at 6. It was just much nicer to stay snuggled to Stuart and listen to him snore.Can’t walk tonight or at lunch so need to be good the rest of the week.And the week after.And the week after. . . 

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Castles & A Cathedral
Posted on April 22, 2008 @ 11:09 pm

Stuart and I had a much-needed weekend away in Kent.

Saturday at Leed’s Castle.

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I think in my next life, I want to be a bird at Leed’s Castle.

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It seems like a good gig.

Was really lovely. My favourite castle so far.

Off we went to Canterbury where we had reservations at The King’s Head - a 15th Century pub and Inn. Exposed beams. Friendly owners. Pub full of locals – the only tourists were us. Will go back.

Next morning at Canterbury Cathedral. . .

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I dragged him into a service. I had told him I wanted to go to a service, but I don’t think he believed me. For me, it was part of being a tourist.

Stuart however didn’t know what to do. On one hand, he was happy I saved him 7 quid (you don’t have to pay if you are going to church) on the other I was forcing an hour of his life to attend a service. Midway through somewhere between the choir singing and the 2nd reading, he whispered that he was going to get me.

It was my first Anglican service and I really didn’t see any difference between it and a Catholic mass. Guess it all comes down to transubstantiate or to not transubstantiate.

Was funny. If it wasn’t for the whole not believing in God thing, I would really like going to Church. And it is strange. . . even after 16 years, I still knew the Nicene Creed by heart.

When it came time for communion, Stuart said, “No way am I going up there.”

“Of course you aren’t going up there! You haven’t taken the Eucharist ever in your entire born in Slough life and I’m not going up there because even though I have taken communion, I don’t believe in it and I have enough respect for the people that do to not take the Eucharist!”

Stuart looked at me like I had hair growing out of my eyes. “Now would be a good time to sneak out, don’t you think?”

After wandering around at all the dark corners including the spot where Thomas Beckett bit it, all too soon it was time to leave and we went to the white cliff’s of Dover and the castle there.

And then home.

Was an English heritage weekend.

Would be all too happy to do it again.

Especially the part where I was singing to the radio in not so subtle attempts to wind Stuart up. My version of Nessun Dorma from Turandot is especially effective.

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Porn: Part Two
Posted on April 18, 2008 @ 7:51 am

When I was growing up, my father worked selling used auto parts. He may very well still do that. The shop he worked in was different from a lot of the places in that business in the 70’s. The showroom was clean and shiny with stacks of tires and hubcaps arranged artfully.The back where all the parts were, or in the shop, or the graveyard of cars in the pick-a-part lot was the typical greasy and dusty.

Whenever we came to see my dad, his boss would call out, “Helloooo boys!” which we loved because we weren’t boys. This was a world ruled by men.

The only women were draped on the hoods of the car calendars in the front office and in the stacks of porn in the shop. Now, looking back, it concerns me slightly that someone brought his porn in to work. Seems like an unusual place to find the time to appreciate it.

I could be making this up, but I have a memory of my sisters and I in 1977/78 spending the day at my dad’s work for some reason and finding one of the Playboys. We sat there like it was story time, us all of eight, six and five years old, flipping through the pictures and giggling.

Thank god it wasn’t Hustler.

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Part One: Of what, you shall see dear reader. . .
Posted on April 17, 2008 @ 11:33 pm

Long-time readers may recall how I was winding myself up over the potential open questions that I might be asked in the interview for my current gig.

A common thing for those of us that work for my employer is to commiserate over how you are certain you are that you fucked up the big final interview with the headcheese.

Something I didn’t blog about, that has been one of my pub anecdotes – so I ought to share it here. . . gather close children. . .

Day Two of the interviews at my current employer. Was one of those, people are going to die, who are you going to save????? situational wank-fests. . . I was defending one of my choices, when Mel said. “Well. It’s come to light that Sir Blahblahwhositwhatistlookupherskirtandshagheroverthesofa actually made all of his money. . . through porn. . .

The room froze.

I looked up, “What’s wrong with porn?”

Everyone sputter-laughed

I’m fairly certain that’s why I got the job. . .

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London Marathon
Posted on April 16, 2008 @ 10:11 pm

Mel ran the London marathon Sunday (read a funny entry about the effects of it on his body here) and it has got me thinking. . .

I have wanted to walk one since 1999, (ain’t no way I’m running with my breasts. I’d poke my eye out.) but I have always made excuses about finding the time to train.

Mel was sweet and said that if he could do it, anyone can– which I don’t believe. It takes months of commitment and not everyone has that in them.

Anyway, I really want to do it. Nearly ten years of saying I wanna and I need to make it a I am.

So I am trying to get a place on my own because the charity I would want to run for was not awarded any running slots.

Annoying.

Might have to go for the one in LA.

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