A female cheetah sits on the roof of a jeep in Maasai Mara, Kenya to use the Land Cruiser as a look-out post. They climb the highest point available, usually a termite mound, to spot their prey, but this clever cheetah was so determined to find food for her cubs that she thought nothing of jumping onto a moving Land Cruiser. Photographer David Lloyd was capturing wildlife in the Masai Mara game reserve in Kenya when he picked up the unexpected hitch-hiker.
Picture: David Lloyd / Barcroft Media (via Animal pictures of the week: 18 January 2013 - Telegraph)
Seems like they do this all the time. They did on Big Cat Diary anyway (also on masai mara) and that was filmed years ago. I loved that show and 2 of the hosts were amazing. Usually the cheetah guy and the leopard lady. Once a cheetah did this to the host guy (rather than the camera jeep) and then it peed in the sunroof. CHEETAHS!!! They really are the silliest of the big cats. But so smart. I love big cats. I might have hung out with wolves yesterday, but a cheetah on my roof would be freaking cool as well.
This is a clip from Jaws Comes Home which I am watching. It’s really fascinating, and it’s all done with freaky parallels to Jaws. They are even on a boat that seems way too small. The scientist guy is out of his damn mind too screaming like a crazy Gunvalson.
My main question: When they show clips from Jaws, how is it possible I still jump like it’s surprising or scary? Because I do. So dumb.
Almost done with this month. In some ways, it was awesome.
In some ways it sucked hard. I haven’t said much about it, but I have gone about 2 months without being paid. I generally get paid once a month from my big job where I am a contractor and weekly by my writing jobs. My May hours were messed up and by the time they were fixed and approved by me and the company- it was too late to put them in any of this month’s check periods. So they decided to just take the month off from paying me. Awesome, right? And the main editor I freelance for has had a family emergency with a severely injured child and has been mostly MIA. My regular column has a new system and it’s delaying payment because of a new views and basic rate scale. Basically the perfect storm of beyond broke. I kind of freaked out a little, but it is all beyond my control and I am not real pretty or productive as a basket case„ you know?
Now my ankle has left me pretty immobile, or rather mobile with a lot of pain. I am not a baby, I’ve broken everything and this is bad. Anyway, just a bad month for me not being able to run going on 2 weeks. But the dogs have been covered and I have food. So no one was dying, but I spent a lot of time alone and working. And I am strangely okay with it. I definitely had moments of stress and panic, but had absolutely run out of options. Anyway, as of the 30th, it should all be coming in. Probably all the same day with my luck.
Back to the month +, it was seriously meditative. I miss being out, but I spent years doing things 7 nights a week and literally nearly killing myself. Finding peace by myself was never a goal and mostly something I feared more than anything. Funny to say I nearly died three times and I was more afraid of staying home at night by myself. I am not ever jealous of people out and getting stupid. Not people my age. I did everything they do and way more. And that is nothing I am proud of. I am more proud that no one in my life now sees me like that. Sometimes it feels weird like I am trying to seem like something I am not.
As it turns out, I am this person now. I don’t hide my past and I have crazy, like seriously batshit fucking insane stories about parties and nights and guys to fill any conversation or book for that matter. This month I realized I’ve put it behind me. The constant need to be out and numb is gone and I am pretty even tempered. I still panic sometimes when someone makes a joke that would normally be harmless- like “that’s not what I heard.” I think the jig is up. But deep down I know I am not that person anymore and if people learn something about me back then, maybe it will just help them see who I am now even more clearly? Not sure but although it gives me pause, I am kind of brutally honest about my past and not as scared as I used to be. And the people closest to me know enough and I will tell them anything to keep them from getting to the points I did, unconscious for days with a head injury and almost anything of value gone forever. It’s like I learned all the lessons, but now it feels like I saw someone else doing it all-it’s become very out of body.
Anyway, these 2 months. They were rough but I got to a kind of calm. I watched a shitload of Breaking Bad (they have way bigger problems! but tons of $$!) with lots of sympathetic drug withdrawal. And in about 5 days starts the month of ME! It’s not going to be crazy (the whole time) but it will be me and the people I like who supported me and hung out with what I thought was a pretty stunted version of me this month. And not the people who tried to take advantage of me and act like I needed their attention and pity. And if I somehow owe you $5, I will give it to you as soon as I can and that will be all. Not my time or any of my month. It’s never okay to take advantage of perceived weakness. It’s insulting and selfish. Underestimating me means you just weren’t listening for the last 10 years much less 6 weeks. Join me if you can! It’s all on ME! XOXOXO k
This is like it was written by my subconscious. I thought all of these things. The dialogue was so crazy in that finale. Seriously. It didn’t make sense. Like what we saw of Jamie and Rosie and then Jamie describing what we just saw differently to Darren. And the thing about the leg lying and how did Rosie keep getting away? And what 16 year old does that much in one day? And did Darren know Rosie? They were connected but the actual murder only happened by accident because everyone was on the 10th floor? I forget, I am confused.
Mitch- why did she come home? If I hated her as Maryann, I supersonic-ultra-really-really-despised her guts as Mitch. What was her role in the whole season? Why did we even find out that Stan wasn’t Rosie’s dad? So much bullshit misleading with absolutely no point.
And the very end. Linden has nothing and no one and yay she fucked up that family more and no one will ever recover. And the baddest guy and those horrible Native American lesbians are all free as birds (or BUTTERFLIES!!!). KADOOZE to Linden. What a fruitless search and maybe now she can remember she has a son and maybe needs a place to live. Also- CAN SHE PLEASE learn how unfuckingflattering that/those sweater(s) is/are. Sorry, I just don’t know if it was one or a whole bunch that look freakishly alike. And what about Ahmed and his weird child bride with the baby. The fuck was the point of that?
So, yep. I watched the whole thing. And I think I might only have been satisfied if like Keyser Soze was involved.
My baby Aligator, being ruled by a couple o’ kittens. And yes, if she fits she sits! All furniture is hers.
submission from smalidog
I love this. That is totally Trixie trying to fit in wherever the cats let her….Pit Bulls! They are VICIOUS! You can’t have them around cats! (mostly because they are scaredy dogs). This girl is adorable. So are the tiny kitten monsters.
I never knew he had overcome this affliction so gallantly. (Also One Tiny Hand is my new favorite blog ever on earth or anywhere else)
One Tiny Hand takes celebrity photos and gives someone a tiny hand. It is incredible.
This is something else.
I like One Tiny Hand as much as the next internet nerd but who has the time to do this? Do we think they are on drugs? Or just naturally bizarrely funny? Whatever.
Had a sick run today. So, no horoscope. You’re welcome.
My horoscope was too dependent on me having behaved properly and done work this week, so I am screwed today I guess. We did a decent run yesterday and I don’t want to burn out, but I still want to work on speed endurance. Also, I finally started setting an alarm. Figure it will get exponentially easier next week because I always get up with the light. Anyway, we did a crazy incredible speed interval run today. Like flying so fast I was scared how hard I would fall. I wasn’t timing them or going by distance. Just going as hard as possible for as long as possible. After a .5 mile warmup, we did 3.5 more miles of seriously insane sprints. I got faint a couple times, which in my weird brain means we were killing it.
At one part of the route, we get off the river path and go up the steps (kill) to 30th St. Station. From there, it is a completely open and unbroken stretch to 20th street on JFK. The commuters are all on the south side, so it is totally open road on the north, no bikers, no other dogs, normal pace runners, fucking roller bladers (Trixie freaks out!) and you can go as hard as you can as long as you can. Trixie was ON today too. We had played soccer at the park with Rocky first, so she was kind of in the zone sooner. She never stopped me or slowed down. By the time I got to 20th street, my whole body was spent. That is seriously the best feeling. I think when you are in pretty good shape, it can be hard to get to that point. For me, it’s the feeling I get at like 10 miles usually, where every muscle in you body is pushing you forward. I swear there is nothing like it. (Almost) I forgot how much I love being so tired and achey from real training. I do love it more than anything.
Then we we jogged for a little and had a couple more pretty killer sprints down Chestnut. Surprisingly, it was open enough. The whole thing was awesome. And I was super worried because I had to start wearing my knee brace and it didn’t slow me down at all. Although right now my knee is ON FIRE. So, that’s not great and I am sure it will hurt like a mother later. But I did all of my pushups for the challenge, but for some reason they were harder than usual. Maybe because I have been doing other things I haven’t in long time? I am not sure how my other activities are affecting my workout. But I am not going to stop either, for sure. (like my special night time relaxing stuff either, because I slept well last night) Then I had vinegar water, lemon water, orange juice, espresso with almond milk and now moving to iced tea. Oh- and a fake bologna sandwich with red pepper tomato and lettuce on oat bread. Not the greatest healthwise, but awesome and high in protein.
My next big goal is salt. I bet if I just minimized salt I would lose, no joke, 10 pounds and like a size in a week. I eat so much salt on everything it disgusts even me. And I would be way more freaking hydrated too. Or would I then have to worry about hyponatremia? Mom, did you hear that? She used to literally hide all the salt from me in the house growing up. I was like way cracky about it. But alas, my mom will not read this because she is scurrrred. My dad does sometimes, but my mom thinks I come here to curse and I guess say embarrassing things (probably). I think she is still getting to know the internets because that is kind of the whole purpose, right? Besides googling stuff? Now, I am really screwed for the day. Not literally unfortunately, but with way too much work. Good start should help?
Anyone else have running envy?
I have a huge problem taking days off from running. I still am out like 3 hours a day with the dogs, and now everyone is running. I think it is spring/Broad Street because on a normal morning this cold (22 when I left a little before 7) I see a couple hard core people (still jealous because they are hard core) and maybe some at lunch and dinner. But this morning? EVERYWHERE people were running. I nearly killed myself with the last two runs and I am increasing distance a little every run to keep my time up. So, I had no choice but to take a break. I still did kickboxing and the pushup challenge. But as the day gets warmer and I start getting work done, I am thinking I could do a little something at lunch. Or take a short dinner walk with the dogs and then run. I always haul ass during those night runs, I think, so reminiscing about when I used to do that (Sunday night).
I already envy people who are faster and have cute/functional clothes. Also, anyone skinnier and slower because what are those jerks doing that I am not? But I seriously stare at people and their form and then try and change my posture next time because theirs looks right. Or I like their ability to rock a headband without it feeling like a woolly weight on their skulls. I tried yesterday again and ended up with it around my neck. So not comfortable.
And then there is Trixie. I played ball with her until she was panting and escaped to lay down away from me. But I still feel like on non-running days she is going to go crazy, drive me crazy trying to work, or both. Which she did yesterday anyway. So, it’s totally illogical all around. And I am still totally tired from head to toe and really hurting in a couple spots. The pain and tired don’t quell the thoughts. But the race! It’s coming! It’s one of the biggest and most popular of its kind in the country! It sold out in 5 hours! My sister and her friends (and my running friend) are all so young and strong and fast! I was so slow in the Philly marathon (half) that I am embarrassed people might have seen how slow and be laughing inside at how long they think it will take me. (srsly- like people do that much thinking about me) What if all 24, 999+ people pass me? OMG. And who is going to clean my house when I can’t lift my arms or my legs just can’t stand anymore that day? The vacuum is so heavy. But I have to do real paying work every minute I am awake to make up for training time outside. What if everything?
See? It’s crazy the pressure I feel while still knowing my biggest and strongest opponent is always my head. Maybe if I could just chill the fuck out, I would be fine. But if I could naturally chill the fuck out, I wouldn’t need to run like I do. Endless circles.