cool running

I’ve been enjoying the cooler weather lately – good for going for a walk or relaxing at home, sleeping in or springing out of bed.

I believe today is my first full home-day in almost two weeks now (granted, a lot of my “going out” is just for work). Today would be a good day to go for a run. I reckon I’ve been thinking that a lot recently, but I haven’t acted on it because I’ve been too tired and not bothered from work or other things.

But today I haven’t had work or anywhere to go to, so today I will run. I will run until I am at least as exhausted as every other day these last two weeks or so. And then I will go have dinner and eat to my heart’s content.

I had this forboding thought the other day that no matter how well I try to look after my health, I am going to develop some sort of cardiovascular problem one day. Actually, maybe that’s just a reiteration of what one of my lecturers once said about everyone getting atherosclerosis if they live long enough. (I think this applies for cancer as well.)

But, you know, that’s not to say that we should all just stop looking after ourselves. No, that would be like running toward the crazy person who’s trying to run you over. It’s counterintuitive, in fact. Even if you know you can’t outrun a runaway train in a tunnel of no escape, you keep running anyway.

Speaking of running, I’d better get going.

free fall

As I left for work this morning, I noticed an ant walking across the top of the gate. This somehow reminded me of that time in high school when I was waiting at the top of C Block for a teacher to come let us into the classroom (I think it was for maths) and we saw a bug walking near the edge of the port racks, so I suggested that maybe it was going to jump off and commit suicide.

But, you know, even if it did jump from that height, it would probably survive, right? If a human fell a distance of ten times their own height onto the ground (without a parachute or some sort of thing that makes this hypothetical scenario redundant), they wouldn’t be expected to be able to just walk away.

A bug, however, with its exoskeleton, could fall from one hundred times its own height onto solid ground and probably walk away with nothing more than a bit of mental trauma, if anything. I have often wondered if other animals experience emotions and other mental problems like humans do. (Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that emotions are a mental problem. It was referring to trauma as its “other”.)

I’ve heard of pets experiencing depression and dementia and that sort of thing, but what about non-domesticated animals? As I walked home from the bus stop after work, I noticed a group of ants working together to carry a crumb back to their colony, and I thought that maybe the ants didn’t care which of them got the bigger cut – if they got any of it for themselves at all – they’re just programmed to work for the greater good, and they don’t question it. Sounds like a sci-fi novel, doesn’t it?

Anyway… I’m getting really side-tracked. When I saw that ant making its way across the gate this morning, I wondered if it would work for humans to have an exoskeleton. As long as there were places for muscle attachment, you could still move, right?

But, of course, there’d be all sorts of problems with our size and tendency to grow so much. I hope I’m not showing my ignorance here (or lack of willingness/botheredness to go search it up on the internet), but I also wondered about whether you can have touch receptors/sensors on an exoskeleton. You’d have to still be able to tell if something is hot/cold, soft/rough, etc.

Well, in the end, I gave up on that train of thought because I figured that there probably is a very good reason why we have endoskeletons rather than the alternative. I’m sorry if I gave anyone any really bad mental images of half-bug-half-human things or whatever, but who knew that seeing ants do what they always do could trigger so many ponderings?

handwash please

At work today, a young girl of about pre-school age came to the pharmacy with her mum to get a prescription filled. Nothing special, sure, but there’s more to this.

The mum had let the kid hand me the prescription, and that brought such a smile to my face. There’s something about kids doing grown-up things, like paying for stuff or bringing stuff to the counter, that sort of makes me go “aww” inside (although possibly at least partially out of politeness because people like to think that other people think their kids are adorable).

The prescription was for an antibiotic, which certainly isn’t anything out of the ordinary. But I reckon the doctor must’ve told her about hygiene and washing hands or something because the girl wanted to buy two bottles of liquid handwash as well.

The mum only wanted one bottle, but the kid was so insistent (because she liked the flowers on the second bottle) that she relented and bought the second one as well. What a smart kid. Better to have a kid nagging about buying handwash than a kid nagging about buying candy and chocolate, I say!

watch it

I don’t know how many people have noticed this, but on certain public buses where there are a couple of steps around the middle/back of the bus, they have painted-on signs on the steps that say “watch your step”. I just thought it was weird because you’d only see the sign if you were already watching your step, making it a bit redundant.

You might argue that because they wrote it in bright yellow, it’s more likely to catch your eye, and so, if you weren’t already watching your step, you’d see it in your peripheral vision (omg, it took me an extra second to remember how to spell “peripheral”) and hence you would realise that you had to watch your step.

But, you know, if that was the case, then wouldn’t it be as effective (and possibly less labour-intensive) to just paint random yellow lines on the steps? They could just paint the entire steps bright yellow.

I bet this entry makes my life seem pretty dull and boring. It’s not like I don’t do anything, though. I mean, I was on the bus to somewhere to do something with some persons. It’s just that I had nothing to do on the bus except observe my surroundings, which happened to be the interior of a bus.

teddy cat

This is my cat. His name is Theodore.

Theodore is like most other cats:
He likes fish…

…and mice

and playing with yarn

But Theodore is special. He is a smart cat

…and a very good cat, too.

face it

Ok. I am here to sort of announce my official creation of a Facebook account.

I’ve had my reasons for not getting one (mostly that I don’t want to be stalked (I don’t think following this blog counts as stalking) and I don’t want to give myself more things to worry about/look after), but there have been reasons for getting an account (mostly to do with peer pressure and staying in the loop and related things).

In the end, I think I decided that it was easier to have it there to be neglected (if you won’t let me refuse to get a FB, then at least let me refuse to spend any significant amount of time on it) than to not have it but have people pestering me about it – the path of least resistance. That’s not to say that people were pestering me incessantly – I know you guys have a life – but now and then it would come up and I guess it’s slowly worn away my wall of excuses.

Metaphors aren’t exactly my forte.

I’m actually at uni today because I had to hand in some forms. I haven’t been in the BSL for ages. It still has that familiar smell, though. It’s not a strong smell or anything, but you notice it when you walk in. Well, I noticed it.